Muse Opm

Alternative Title - "Since I’m Reborn in Another World’s Oldest Country By My Ancestor, I Guess I’ll Have To Settle On Being ‘Racist’" Through the years of my past life, the moment I was born, you could say I watched and observed things coming from this person whose family being influential yet low-key and hidden. It was a practice started by my famiglia's first patriarch for the purpose of expanding the network of our famiglia's business and intelligence with layers of front organizations and entities handling the operations as the 'public face'. Our famiglia's first patriarch, he was the starter of everything and the one who set the foundations of our famiglia while we continue building and expanding his foundations. One day while partially drunk after drinking beer cans, my device suddenly had a reincarnation offer by none other the first patriarch himself. After reading and understanding it, I accepted it. From there, as a reincarnated citizen of Blue Star's oldest civilization and state under the same ruling royal dynasty, after reading the history books and records, I now understand why the citizens of this country jokingly refer to the foreign persons from the younger countries and civilizations as 'youngsters' I'm now a full-fledged 'racist'! Shiveringly shocking, isn't it? P.S. Also published in Wattpad and Scribblehub

" Within my deepest darkness, We met like destiny..." *** As a divine witch possessing the rarest of powers, Avalon was fated to bring about doom. Her clan was cursed with the task of saving a crown prince who happened to be half Lycan and half wizard being that his mother was a true blooded witch and his father, a Lycan. But there was an unfortunate prophecy foretold that, "if she ever utilizes her powers, you will all fall, one by friend, one by foe, and one by family." Because of this prophecy, Avalon has been in a tumultuous state from childhood. *** King Ares Mickelson, the most formidable Lycan to have ever existed who possessed enigmatic emerald green eyes. He has lived for nearly three centuries without finding a mate due to his dark past. His curse had befallen upon his mate and her entire clan in order to save his own life. On a journey back after attending his mother's funeral, Ares chanced upon Avalon in the dense forest and came to realize that she was his destined mate. However, what will come of Ares Mickelson when he finally encounters his long-awaited mate –Avalon a divine witch, who has been vengeful towards Ares Mickelson for cursing her entire clan? Is Avalon prepared to seek revenge for the curse that had befallen her? Or is Avalon ready to accept him despite his dark past? *** He was so close. Too close I forgot to breath. "You do not go around allowing people touch you however they want to. I am going to be your husband. Hence, you are mine and mine alone." Ares declared. What is going on?. Why Is he been so over protective.? "What's up with this beautiful nut job?' His eyes was still gazing deep into mine as he released a loud chuckle. No way! Did I just say that out loud?.

They say Love is blind, but no one is ever truly blind in love. We see everything; we just choose to ignore them because we're scared to move on or start afresh. Twenty-eight years old, Emma Winters has her dreams clearly defined. To have a loving family, a beautiful home, and a stable, fulfilling life. Not only do those dreams come crumbling down when her husband hands her divorce papers just when she tells him she's pregnant, but her pride and dignity are questioned when Jake announces that Emma was unfaithful to him. Emma loses hope in everything she believes in. However, hope comes to her when the enigmatic billionaire Alexander Sterling offers her a way out: A contract marriage to him. Will Emma accept this way out of her predicament even when this savior is none other than her ex-husband's uncle? What happens when she accepts the contract and is only chased back by her ex? Will she return to her once lover, or will she accept her growing feelings for her contract husband? Find out as we unravel Emma's story together! *****Excerpt******** “Why would you help when I was put in this mess by my own husband?” Emma cut in, now crying. “Because your husband is my nephew, and not only do I want to salvage the situation my nephew put you in, I want to escape his plot,” Alex said, and Emma’s heart stopped for a moment, a cold chill running down her spine as she replayed the words in her head. Nephew? His nephew? Jake was this man's... Alex's nephew? She mused, and then the realization of what that meant dawned on her like a crashing wave, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, the shock evident on her face. “Your nephew? You’re Alex Sterling, Jake's uncle?” she asked, unable to believe it herself. Alex nodded, his expression unchanged. “Yes. I'm his uncle,” Alex confirmed, and Emma shook her head.

[MATURE CONTENT] Kyle dissappeared one day without a word living a young Lara broken and angry with the world. The two meet again However Lara hated her so much for she thinks  Kyle was the reason for her ruin but what will she do when someone she despises the most becomes her only muse?. On the other hand Kyle wanted redemption but the little teen and kind Lara was no more, How can she survive the wrath of a beast like her, Especially when she is on hunt for her soul. And all in all why did she leave in a first place?.

This is a work of fiction, any names, characters, stories or events, are fictitious! (Even the country in the story is just the author's fantasy as the author never visited those countries in the story) Armipotent is an archaic adjective meaning "strong in battle." Basically, it refers to someone who is physically tough in war. Originally, it was used to refer to the Roman god of war, Mars. ===================== Tang Shaoyang, an orphan who dropped out of the middle school to fight on the street as he found out school was useless for a penniless orphan like him. Tang Shaoyang dropped out of his school, fighting on the street, and made a name for himself. Berserker Tang from Youyouliucun. Afterward, Dragon Wing triad recruited him and everything was good for him. Even though the public deemed him as a tumor of society, Tang Shaoyang was having a decent life. Until one day, everything changed as an absurd and strange game started. "... Game starts! Stage one: Survival for The Fittest!" After the game started, zombies appeared out of nowhere. ... Ding! "You have killed 1000 zombies less than 24 hours since the game started! You gained 3 Talents!" Dong! "You may choose 3 Talents! please choose carefully!" Tang Shaoyang held his chin and mused what Talent he had to choose. "With Zombies appear everywhere, I need an infinite strength... this is one, I still need to choose 2 Talents more..." Then a lewd smile formed on his lips. "I want an infinite strength, charm and charisma to conquer women, and the last one, I want to upgrade my **** so I can please my women!" After saying this, Tang Shaoyang laughed aloud. "Hahaha, there's no way such talent exists... ehhhhh?!!!" Ding! Dong! "3 Talents are consumed! You have been granted Divine Body! Good Luck, Gamer Tang Shaoyang!" Tang Shaoyang immediately checked the detail of Divine Body. After a brief silence, he muttered unbelievably. "Such Talents really exist..." Note: I don't own the cover. If the creator wants me to take down the cover or put credit, please notify me by replying to my review at the Review section.

“I loathe you. Why would I stoop so low to take you as my mate??”. A wolfless Omega is almost close to nothing in the wolf kingdom, so does the rule applies! Fiona is a lonely orphan and maid facing all sort of bully and inhumane treatment in the Blue moon pack house. She longs for a mate and became a victim of manipulation by Alpha Ryan who later rejected her publicly after having a one night stand with her coupled with false promises. Out of depression and frustration of her life's turnout, Fiona runs away in search of a new abode and she is met by several challenges. Will she be able to find that which she truly seeks or will she surrender to whatever fate brings her way?

Jiang Chen had unexpectedly found himself thrust into a world of cultivation, stepping into the role of a core disciple within a famed sect. Fated to be the villain, his future loomed with calamity. He had plotted against the protagonist, crippling his dantian and leaving him a disgraced outcast teetering on the edge of expulsion. Were it not for an unexpected twist, Jiang Chen's part might have ended as a mere footnote in the protagonist's glorious tale. Fully aware of his precarious position, Jiang Chen's lips curled into a sly grin. Alone, he mused: 'Is the protagonist powerful? Without a doubt.' 'But will I tremble in fear? Absolutely not.' 'Why? Because I have the Immortal Great Villain System!' 'Wait... there’s more than one protagonist?' 'Well, isn’t that just perfect?' With a determined glint in his eyes, Jiang Chen declared to himself, 'As the ultimate Great Villain, I will defy the will of Heaven and seize my place at the summit!'

The dimly lit room was cloaked in a shroud of secrecy, its walls lined with maps, photographs, and cryptic notes that spoke of unseen dangers and tangled networks. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and cigar smoke, remnants of a world where power was wielded in the shadows. In the center of the room stood a figure, his presence commanding and ominous. Ivan Petrov, the feared Russian mafia leader, was a man whose name had become synonymous with fear and control. His reputation for cruelty and cunning was legendary, and his influence extended far beyond the criminal underworld. He was a man who thrived in darkness, pulling the strings of power from behind the scenes. Petrov's gaze was fixed on a map spread out before him, dotted with various locations and coded symbols. His mind was racing, plotting the next move in a game of high-stakes manipulation and deceit. The room's dim lighting cast deep shadows on his face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. "There are always new players on the board," Petrov mused, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "And every player has a weakness to exploit." Across from him, a shadowy figure emerged from the corner, stepping into the faint light. This was not an ordinary operative; this was a figure of enigma and danger, known only by whispers and rumors. The Broker, a mysterious and elusive figure, was as much a legend as Petrov himself. Their meeting was one of necessity and mutual benefit, but the stakes were high, and trust was a currency neither could afford. "The game is changing, Petrov," The Broker said, their voice carrying a cold, calculated edge. "The dynamics are shifting, and new players are emerging. Your empire is vulnerable." Petrov's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint reflecting in them. "I am aware of the threats," he replied, his tone laced with menace. "But I have survived this long by adapting and eliminating any threat to my power. Tell me what you know." The Broker stepped closer, revealing a set of documents and photographs that detailed a series of operations and individuals connected to a new threat. These were not mere notes but a roadmap to a larger scheme—a scheme that could disrupt the delicate balance of power Petrov had worked so hard to maintain. "This," The Broker said, placing the documents on the table, "is a precursor to what could be a major upheaval. There are those who seek to challenge your position, and they are more dangerous than you might realize. We need to act swiftly and decisively." Petrov studied the documents, his mind working furiously to assess the implications. The stakes had been raised, and the threat was imminent. The world of shadows was never static; it was a realm where power constantly shifted, and the price of failure was unforgiving. "This is not a game for the faint-hearted," Petrov said, his voice taking on a tone of grim resolve. "I will deal with these new threats as I have dealt with all others. But I will need allies and information. Tell me what you require." The Broker's lips curled into a faint smile, a gesture that spoke of hidden agendas and complex alliances. "We need to ensure that we are always a step ahead. I have my own interests and resources, but we must work together to neutralize these threats. The balance of power must be preserved." As they exchanged information and forged an uneasy alliance, the room seemed to close in around them, the weight of their plans and the shadows of their past looming large. The stage was set for a new chapter in a high-stakes game of power and deception, and the consequences of their actions would reverberate through their lives and the lives of those who would become entangled in their web. Unbeknownst to them, the paths they were about to cross would set in motion a series of events that would test their resolve and shape their futures. In the shadows of their pasts and the darkness of their plans, a new narrative was beginning to unfold

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

By sheer happenstance, Wang Hui's casual purchase of a blind box revealed an entire miniature world. A mere scattering of crumbs could sustain a tiny tribe through the harshest winter, while a single soda can was sufficient to fully arm thousands of diminutive soldiers. To these minute humans, he was nothing short of a deity descended from the heavens. Even more astonishingly, subsequent blind box acquisitions unveiled a second, a third, and numerous additional miniature worlds. He could even interlace these tiny realms, observing from on high the clashes of varied civilizations. "With countless small worlds within my command," he mused, "I am the sovereign of these boundless miniature beings."

Just the musings of someone with too much time to think. This is not a novel, just a place where I will put random writings. I will not update regularly, just whenever I feel like it.

Title: Silent Strokes When silence speaks louder than words. Synopsis/Blurb: For five long years, Iris Blackwood has chosen silence over words, her voice buried beneath the weight of a haunting tragedy. In a world that demands constant communication, her notebook becomes her shield and her voice. To her classmates, she’s a puzzle—an enigma they either mock or ignore. But to Cassian Gray, the school’s enigmatic top student and secret artist, Iris is more than a mystery. She’s his muse. When an unforeseen event forces Iris and Cassian into an unexpected partnership for a major school competition, their worlds collide in ways neither could predict. As Cassian sketches the girl behind the notebook and Iris uncovers the boy behind the perfect façade, sparks fly—but so do complications. Cassian has secrets of his own, secrets that could either save Iris or destroy them both. In a high school buzzing with drama, secrets, and budding emotions, Iris must decide if she’s ready to confront her past, reclaim her voice, and risk her heart—or if staying silent is the only way to survive.

A Poem a Day A daily dive into chaos, humor, and heartfelt musings, A Poem a Day is a collection of unpredictable poems that range from silly to sincere. With cheesy rhymes, bizarre metaphors, and the occasional heartfelt gem, it’s a celebration of creativity and the joy of trying something new. Life’s short—why not write a poem about it?

After being reincarnated as a female lead in a reverse harem novel. Avery, who possessed Avyanna Brooke's body, a female lead who us beautiful, wise and strong. Every man wanted her to be their muse. And there are four male leads that seek the lady's hand. But, turns out the soul that possessed her body is a lesbian. Avery was loved at first sight at the innocent faced villainess Yelena Royal, a woman who is also candidate for the throne.

Rosie Blackwood gave up everything to honor a promise: she left behind her name, her life, and her freedom to live as Jiang Meilin, the best friend who died to save her, Rosie has spent years navigating a dangerous world of power and shadows as a mafia heiress. Her goal was simple: to fulfill Jiang Meilin’s dreams as a final act of loyalty and gratitude. But everything changes when she crosses paths with Zhao Jingshen, a cold and ruthless enigmatic CEO with the power to unravel her resolve. Drawn into his world, Rosie finds herself fighting emotions she never thought she was capable of having. Zhao Jingshen makes her heart race in ways she never expected, threatening to expose the vulnerabilities she’s hidden beneath her icy exterior. Just when she began to believe in the happiness she thought she’d never have... Her world shatters again when she discovers the truth... Jiang Meilin was alive, and the threats endangering her family were related to her. Betrayed by the past and caught in a web of danger, Rosie must reconcile her love for Jaesun with the lies that brought them together. As love and danger collide, Rosie’s carefully constructed plans begin to crumble. Will she risk everything to follow her heart, or will her responsibility as the Blackwood heiress destroy the fragile bond she’s built with the one man who sees through her mask? A thrilling tale of love, loyalty, and sacrifice where passion burns brightest in the shadows. Excerpts from the story: "You know," he said after a while, "when you said you were going out to commit a crime, I half expected you to be robbing a bank or something." Meilin snorted. "Please. I have more finesse than that. Besides, why steal money when you can steal someone's peace of mind?" A chuckle escaped Meilin's lips despite herself. "You're waltzing into a hurricane, Zhao Jingshen." She was talking about being in a relationship with her. "Then be my eye of the storm," he challenged, swinging open his car door with theatrical flair. "Shall we embrace the tempest?" Meilin arched an eyebrow. "Who would believe the ice-cold CEO of Zhao Corporation could melt so thoroughly?" "Well!" Laughter danced in his voice. "What's a man to do when his wife decides to play runaway bride? I'd turn myself inside out if it meant keeping you in my orbit."

[Linguistics: Lv0 (7/10)] [Pharmacy: Lv1 (15/100)] [Knight's Breathing: Lv2 (36/200)] [Knight's Breathing Experience +1] ------ In the year 3077 of the Berta calendar, in the confused era when wizards had not yet touched the throne, he brought the "Student Panel". He entered the wizarding world and improved wizard knowledge, like a bright moon dispelling the confusion of the times. He is Ivan Marichatton, a pioneer of knowledge, and he cut through the thorns for the path of wizards.

Richard traveled to a place similar to medieval Europe and became a young master of a baron's family. Just when Richard thought he could live a peaceful life, he discovered that this world was full of dangers... Fortunately, he could experience inspiration on a daily basis! With the help of the inspiration panel, Richard, who only had the qualification of a third-class wizard, made rapid progress in learning witchcraft and started a mysterious and extraordinary wizard journey!

Oh, this anthology is pure magic! Imagine an entire book spun from the melodies and heartbreak of all those classic songs with a woman’s name in the title. Yes, that’s right—the Emilys, the Roxannes, the Lolas, and Laylas. Each story takes inspiration from a beloved track, reimagining the namesake into tales that twist, turn, haunt, or heal in ways you’d never expect. From tales of forbidden love and supernatural encounters to journeys of self-discovery and wicked revenge, every story pulls at a different chord. This collection takes the muse out of the song and drops her into a world where her name tells her story. Perfect for anyone who’s ever felt the pulse of a song run through their veins—or whispered their name in the dark. Grab a coffee, plug in your earbuds, and dive into the secret lives of these legendary ladies.

As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head. She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent. King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North. Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring. No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne. However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be. In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough. ― [Excerpt] “Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.” “Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?” “Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.” “Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers. There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once. Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles. “I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out. “Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.” ― Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU Spin-off/Prequel: The Hidden King's Stolen Wife (WIP)

Dreams of Wonderland is a fantastical journey through a surreal and magical world where reality bends and the impossible comes alive. The story follows Alice, a curious and adventurous young girl who, after stumbling upon a mysterious rabbit hole, finds herself in a whimsical realm filled with eccentric characters and strange phenomena. As Alice navigates this bizarre landscape, she encounters talking animals, a mad tea party, a disappearing cat, and a queen who is obsessed with ordering beheadings. Each encounter challenges her understanding of logic, identity, and her place in the world, prompting her to question the boundaries between dreams and reality. The deeper Alice goes into Wonderland, the more she learns about herself. As she faces trials and whimsical absurdities, she discovers the importance of self-discovery, the fluidity of reality, and the power of imagination. Through her adventures, Alice learns that Wonderland may not just be a place, but a journey of the mind—a realm where dreams shape the world and the impossible becomes possible. Dreams of Wonderland is a timeless tale that celebrates the power of curiosity and the magic of exploring the unknown, while offering readers a rich tapestry of humor, puzzles, and philosophical musings that remain relevant to both young and adult readers alike.

The most loved K-pop idol, Lee Yong, had exhausted his creativity and reached a block. When he was frustrated about his inability to write music anymore, the new choreographer entered the company. The flirty perverted choreographer became his muse pretty soon. When he realised his love for the choreographer, he denied it for the sake of his career. When the adorable man confessed first, he rejected the choreographer cruelly. But later, he did not want to see his man being pursued by others, and he was determined to get his man back. Choi Haneul hid all his schemes and revenge plans under his shameless perverted behaviour as he entered the entertainment company. Taking revenge was his main job while being a choreographer was a side hustle. He was attracted to the boyband's leader, and he noticed the leader was also stealing glances filled with desire. Hence he started to crave more than the glances. Choi Haneul closed his heart long back and never wanted to be in a relationship. But he wanted to open his heart to the idol and be in a relationship. With all hope, when he confessed, the idol rejected him cruelly. So what would he do when the charming band leader tried to win him back? Or will he choose his revenge over love which comes with many terms and conditions? While the tug of war was going on between the choreographer and the band leader, band members smartly chose the choreographer’s side and ate melon seeds every day as they watched one drama after another instead of helping their leader. *************************** Choi Haneul: I wanted to try the steak from that new place. But all the tables are booked for a month. Lee Yong: Surprise! I invited the chef to cook the streak for our first date this Friday. Choi Haneul: I will come to eat, but it is not a date. Let’s invite others as well. Band members: Our choreographer is the best!!!! *************************** Choi Haneul: I wanted to watch that new movie. My free time and the movie screening time are not in sync. Too bad! Lee Yong: Surprise! I have already made arrangements. We will watch the movie in my flat for our first date. Choi Haneul: I would like to have cheese popcorn while watching the movie, but it is not a date. Let’s invite others as well. Band members: Yay!!! We are in for the movie night! *************************** Choi Haneul: I really wanted those dancing boots, but it is out of stock. Lee Yong: I knew you would like it. So I bought it for you. Choi Haneul: Thanks. Let me pay for it. Band member: Ouch, leader! Does it hurt too much???? *************************** Lee Yong: Where are you going all dressed up cutely? Choi Haneul: My first love is coming to the school reunion. I want to meet him. Lee Yong: Well, you are not going anywhere but my bed today. Band members: What?????? *Ding Dong* Choi Haneul: My first love is here to pick me up! Band members: Woooo hooo!!!!! *************************** Join the journey of the stubborn idol and the shameless choreographer to see what they would choose? Will Lee Yong choose love over his career? Will Choi Haneul choose love over his well-crafted revenge? P.s: The cover belongs to the rightful owner, and it will be removed if the original owner asks to do so. WARNING: THIS IS A GAY LOVE STORY WITH EXPLICIT CONTENT. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT, SPARE THE NOVEL. Discord: https://discord.gg/jSQxjwPV5s Instagram: lazii_ladii

In the enchanted halls of Eldor University, Bella Hart's path crossed with Adrian Blackwood, the top student renowned for his double majors in finance and history. Bella, a freshman studying English literature, found herself needing help wiith her mandatory finance class. She decided to ask Adrian for tutoring assistance. "Miss Hart, I don't mind tutoring you, but I have a condition," Adrian said, a slight smile playing on his lips. Bella didn't think much of it. 'The condition can't be too bad, maybe just running a few errands around campus,' she mused. "And what's that going to be?" she inquired, curiosity piqued. His smile morphed into a mischievous smirk. "Be my girlfriend for the semester." "What?!" Bella exclaimed, stunned. How could she possibly be his girlfriend when he was already in a relationshiip with the hottest girl on campus? …. Note : This book has no spamming, plagiarism or Illegal content (write a review if you like this book ❣️)

Shubbhulakshmi is a character radiating timeless elegance and quiet resilience, beautifully capturing the essence of a young woman in 1920s South India. Growing up in the quaint, fictional village of Pollamipallai, near Madurai, she has lived with her elderly grandparents since she was orphaned at a young age. Now 17, she is known for her grace, soft-spoken nature, and the dreamy look in her eyes—always appearing lost in thoughts that often take her beyond her village's dusty paths to the far-off land where her childhood love, Madhvan Nair, currently resides. Shubbhulakshmi is no ordinary village girl. In a time when expressions of love were bound by society's norms, she dared to keep her feelings alive, albeit in secret. Every night, after her family is fast asleep, she lights a small oil lamp, sits by her wooden window, and pours her heart into a journal she addresses as *Madhvan*. Her journal entries are like letters never sent, chronicling every detail of her day, from her daily chores to quiet musings on the beauty of nature around her, and, of course, her most intimate dreams of Madhvan’s return. Writing to him has become her solace and ritual, as if her words are carried across the miles to London. As her 18th birthday approaches, whispers spread through Pollamipallai: Madhvan Nair is coming back. The entire village buzzes with excitement, but none more than Shubbhulakshmi. Yet, she’s also haunted by a subtle fear—has the Madhvan she knew and loved changed? London is a far cry from their small, conservative village, and the education and worldliness he must have absorbed could have altered him in ways she might not recognize. Will he remember the shy girl he once played with under the village banyan tree? And more importantly, will he still feel the same for her? Shubbhulakshmi’s life is about to shift dramatically with his return. Caught between the innocent love letters in her journal and the reality of the man Madhvan has become, her journey is one of quiet courage, unspoken devotion, and the hope that, perhaps, love can transcend both time and transformation.

Finn, who had traveled here, turned out to be Luffy's real brother. "My younger brother wants to be the Pirate King," Finn mused. "So, as the older brother, I have no choice but to become the Marine King!" He accessed the god-level selection system and saw the options: "1: Find a mate for Sengoku's sheep. Reward: Zoan Sheep (Common Breed)." "2: Befriend Sengoku's sheep. Reward: Zoan Sheep (Ancient)." "3: Steal Sengoku's sheep and roast it. Reward: Zoan Sheep (Phantom Beast)." "Tell me," Finn said with a mouthful of delicious roasted lamb, "do I really have a choice here?"

Desperate times they say, call for desperate measures. Fiona Lopez, after her mother gets diagnosed with cancer turns to a hire a girlfriend agency in order to foot her mother's medical bills. Having successfully paid for the medical bills, Fiona decides to find a decent job before her mother is discharged but gets caught up in a web when she goes for her job interview only to find out that her supposed boss is none other than the man she had played a fake girlfriend for on her last job. Desperate for a job, and not wanting to return to her former job, she is forced into working closely with him even though she doesn't want to. While working closely with him, she soon realizes that love bridges all gaps when she finds herself falling helplessly in love with Liam. Liam Parker is a dashingly handsome, aloof, and indifferent young CEO of the PK Enterprise. After his last relationship where he caught his girlfriend getting engaged to a business partner, Liam decided that he wasn't cut out for love. But when he turns to hiring a girlfriend in an attempt to evade marriage, everything changes for Liam when he meets and falls for his hired girlfriend at first sight. Not only does he fight to get Fiona's love, but he fights to gain approval from his mother too. *****Excerpt**** "I'm sorry Mr. Parker but you have it all wrong. We don't have sex with our clients. It's against protocols," she explained and Liam nodded. "No one would know we did it, right? I won't tell and surely you won't," he said and Fiona looked at him incredulously. "I guess you're drunk," she said flatly and he nodded and stood up. He walked closer to her and whispered to her ears, causing goosebumps to sprout all over her body. "Yes, I'm drunk and you're the only one that can sober me up right now. So, how much?" he asked and Fiona gave him a confused look. What was he asking? How much what? Did she tell him she was selling anything to him? She mused as her brows drew together. "How much? How much for what?" she asked and he ran his finger down her cheek, making it hard for her to concentrate. "How much would it cost me to have my cock buried inside you....." before he could finish, a hot-sounding slap landed on his face, causing him to turn to the side.

Lucifer: What a beautiful and peaceful world.  System 4858: Miserable.  Lucifer: People here are nice too.  System 4858: Miserable, too miserable.  Lucifer paused, raising an eyebrow at the system’s unrelenting negativity.  Lucifer: Hmm?  System 4858: Yes! Yes, it’s beautiful and peaceful here. ‘But now... now that the great villain is here... who knows how long this peace will last? Miserable, too miserable.’  Lucifer smirked, his pale blue eyes glinting with amusement. His presence was overpowering, his aura so dense that the very air seemed to tremble under its weight. The world around him was serene, a gentle breeze stirred the trees, and the soft glow of the evening sun cast a golden hue over the landscape. It was a world that had yet to know chaos. A world yet to be touched by his unpredictable hand.  He stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the quiet town below. The people looked so small, so fragile. Innocent, even. His gaze softened, but only for a moment, before that playful smirk returned. Lucifer did things as he pleased. He was neither bound by rules nor constrained by morality. Good? Evil? Such distinctions were laughable to him. his actions were dictated by whim and mood. He could be their saviour or their destroyer. It all depended on how the next moment struck him.  But who was he? And why did his very presence distort reality? How had he come to possess such unimaginable power?  System 4858, however, was not in the mood for philosophical musings. System 4858: Wait, what? It blinked, a metallic chime of confusion ringing through the air. Why did the modern world just turn into a fantasy setting? The tyrant hasn’t even started anything yet!  The system frantically checked the world’s data, only to find its structure bending and shifting in ways it couldn’t comprehend.  The once-modern cityscape was slowly morphing into something out of a fantasy, mythical beasts stirring in the shadows. It turned to look at its host.  Lucifer stood there, watching the transformation with an eerie smile. That smile alone sent a cold chill down the system’s core. It immediately spun around, its circuits sparking with panic, and sprinted away as fast as its non-corporeal form could manage.  System 4858: Lord God! Save me from this villain! But unknown to the terrified system, even the Lord God himself would be powerless to intervene in this matter. System 4858 could only shed metaphorical tears as it watched its host, the unstoppable force of chaos, begin to twist the world in ways that no one could have predicted.  The world’s Lucky sons who were meant to rise and fight back found themselves bowing to Lucifer’s will. He ordered the world’s protagonists around like mere pawns, and wherever he walked, destruction followed in his wake.  System 4858: Miserable, too miserable But even the unreasonable Lucifer had someone by his side who always smiled whenever Lucifer did something unpredictable.  One day, System 4858 accidentally saw the man playing with the darkness and was terrified. Soon, it was lying powerless in the man’s hands, staring at his smile System 4858 : Huh?! I knew it! Only a demon can accompany another demon.  The man with the red eyes : Hmm? System 4858: sob, sob. Miserable, too miserable

He raised the barrel of the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. before he could even process the deafening bang of the gun, he lay dead in the instant. His eyes peeled open "H-Huh? What was that dream?" "..." "Well I guess it's a sign to finally commit to it" He mused to himself "BANG" Following the events of his dream, he'd resolve himself, and once again took his own life. But then, his eyes fluttered open. His trembling hand reached for his face, feeling the warm, steady stream of tears tracing down his cheeks. “I’m… crying?” Every time Exnil dies, he awakens 24 hours earlier—alive, tormented, and remembering everything. Is he dreaming? Cursed? Or is reality itself unraveling? S.A.G.E.—the System of Advanced Genetic Engineering—has catapulted humanity into god-like realms, humans manipulate the "God Particle." Blurring the lines between science and magic, Elements bend to human will. But traveling back in time? No, it was a realm humanity had yet to reach. "What's happening to me??? I'm not a clockwork magician, Hell, not even a grand clockwork magician can do this... I can't even use magic, how is this possible?"

The protagonist, Ye Wudao, sees himself as a crusader of sorts—a playboy who takes the conquest of beautiful women as his greatest pleasure. Why should women be treated as sacred, untouchable goddesses? he muses. Why can’t I see them as my playthings, as pawns for my use, as my servants? After all, God has been so generous, granting him the privileges of being the only male heir in two powerful family dynasties. With so much bestowed upon him, what reason does he have to refrain from claiming beautiful women—the finest gifts God has given to men—as his own?