Saito Naoki Brush

Takahiro Nao, a 25-year-old burdened by crushing debt and driven solely by his love for his struggling family, meets a tragic end—until a mysterious Goddess of Benevolence offers him a second chance: reincarnated in another world, and his efforts there will provide for his family back on Earth. Awakening in the body of Naoki von Blackmore, a disgraced “Failed Hero,” Nao is thrust into a realm of sword and magic, monsters, and war, tasked with the impossible mission of defeating the Demon King. With newfound powers, a shadowy past, and the weight of two worlds on his shoulders, he must battle not only relentless enemies but fate itself. Blending emotional depth, thrilling action, moments of humor, and a spark of romance, this gripping isekai adventure asks: how far would you go—and what would you sacrifice—for the people you love? Webnovel illustration: https://ko-fi.com/navirunaviii Join discord server: https://discord.gg/GqEY7xdM

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Disclaimer: Cover mine, kindly do not use or replicate. Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

Ayaka Takahashi is the driving force behind a prosperous anime production company in the center of Tokyo, where aspiration and artistic talent flourish. She is always in charge and fiercely committed to perfection, but one chilly winter night, a chance encounter upends her entire world. Ayaka finds Ren Saito, a charming but homeless man with a deep, captivating voice, while looking for relief from a tense business meeting. Ayaka makes a snap decision that could alter their lives because she is intrigued by him and feels an unexplainable attraction to him. Her quest to find the ideal voice for her upcoming anime project quickly turns into something much more significant. Ayaka's regimented life and Ren's enigmatic past clash, but their developing bond breaks down the cold walls separating them. Ayaka finds herself doubting the barriers she has put up around her heart as Ren literally and figuratively rediscovers his voice. Fate has brought them together in the middle of long winter nights and snow-covered streets. Will Ayaka's fear of being vulnerable and Ren's ghosts destroy their relationship as it blossoms? KOE: A Winter's Melody is a gentle, endearing story about second chances, unanticipated love, and the soul-healing power of a voice.

Xion Aijawa thought his life was finally coming together. That is, until he tried saving a cat stuck in a tree, fell into a pit, and... died In his disoriented sate of "Freshly dead" the silly Xion accepted a strange request and ended up transmigrating into the world full of dungeons and Mana. He became illegitimate child of Marquis family hated by his three siblings. According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Xion only had a month to live. So, taking the cover of the banquet, Xion ran away. Aided by a mysterious Mall System, he makes his way to the distant borderlands, hoping to put his past behind him. But fate has other plans-. Xion ends up saving Darius Rael Darkhelm, the feared Archduke of the North, notorious for his ruthless and deranged nature. The silly Xion tried to run away but... Xion's heart thumped loudly as Darius effortlessly pinned his wrists using only one hand. "I've heard you tried to run away." Darius gently caressed Xion's pale cheek, "That must be a lie... After all, I've given you things even the royal family can't have. Isn't that right, my dear healer?" Xion gulped when Darius's thumb brushed his lower lip as a chilling smirk remained on his handsome face. "I-I think I should leave, Your Grace. I've overstayed my welcome..." The room grew cold, and struggling Xion shivered. Darius's green eyes dimmed before lighting up with a dangerous glint. Xion felt a pit growing in his stomach when he saw the deranged archduke smile. Darius never smiled. And whenever he did, it only meant trouble. "You're right," Darius said calmly. "So, let's get married." Xion "...!!!!"

Five years ago, Anastasia Laurent broke his heart. To her, their college romance was just a careless game—toying with a love she never took seriously. To Dante Alexander Montgomery, it was the ultimate betrayal. Now, he’s back. No longer the lovesick senior she abandoned—but a ruthless billionaire who owns half the city. When Anastasia’s best friend begs her to go on a blind date in her place and ruin it, she agrees—after all, how bad could it be? Bad. Very bad. Because her date? Dante. And he’s not just here to rekindle old flames. He’s here to destroy her. Before she can run, Dante traps her in a deal she never saw coming: Marriage. Publicly, they’ll be the perfect billionaire power couple. Privately? He’ll make her regret the day she walked away. But as the lines between revenge and obsession blur, Anastasia realizes one thing— She thought she was done with Dante. But Dante was never done with her. --- Excerpt "You think you can run from me again, Anastasia?” Dante's voice was calm, but the storm in his eyes told another story. She backed into the wall, pulse racing as he stalked closer, his towering frame cutting off every escape route. “I-I’m not—” she stammered. His fingers tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his cold gaze. “You didn’t just break my heart,” he murmured darkly. “You shattered it. And now? Now, you’ll pay for it.” Her breath hitched. “Congratulations, Anastasia,” he whispered, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear. “You just became my wife.”

Leia Solayne is the last remaining omega she-wolf. She is unmarked, untouched, and hidden among humans for years, until one day she was discovered, captured, and sold at an underground auction to Lucien Calandrino, the ruthless Alpha of the Darkmoor Pack. But the true shock comes when Leia learns her fate. She is expected to bear heirs for not just Lucien, but his two brothers as well: Ronan, the fierce warrior, and Kieran, the deceptively gentle youngest brother. Refusing to submit to them, Leia devises a plan to turn the three powerful Alpha brothers against each other, using their own dominance and desires to secure her freedom. Yet, as she navigates the dangerous game of power and seduction, an even greater threat looms. Her own heart starts beating for all three of them. Why is she drawn to all three of them? And why are they suddenly willing to fight for her, not as a breeder, but as their mate? Can Leia truly escape, or will she find herself bound to not just one Alpha, but all three? ~~~~~ “Why did you let Ronan and Kieran mark you before me?” Lucien's intimidating voice fell into her ears as he pressed her against the wall. The entire room was dark and she tilted her head to only see his red eyes, gleaming in possesiveness. Leia felt the gentle brush of his lips on her earlobe and his hand on one of her curves. “Are you jealous of your own brothers?” “I'm going fucking crazy, Leia. You seduce me, put my entire body on fire, then ignore me as if nothing has happened,” he whispered and buried his face in the crook of her neck as if he would brand her tonight. **The Story is purely a fiction. Names and places used have nothing to do with reality.**

A deep voice yelled behind her, "Get the rogue!" "Don't let her escape!" When Astra jumped over a downed tree, her bare feet hit the cold ground. There were leaves and sticks in her long, dark hair as it whipped around her face. She couldn't stop. When thieves were caught by pack wolves, they usually died. She kept going even though it hurt her side to run so fast. She had learned one thing from being chased for ten years: never stop when they're close. "I see her!" Another arrow flew by, this time brushing her arm. Astra bit her lip to keep from crying out. Blood trickled down her arm, but she couldn't worry about that now. The smell would make it easy for them to track her, though. Up ahead was a river. If she could just reach it, she might be able to hide her smell. Astra pushed her tired legs harder, ignoring the pain shooting through her body. Astra, the daughter of the Alpha, went rogue ten years ago after the mysterious death of her sister, Lyra. Forced to live as a slave, she never imagined that on her 18th birthday, she would discover that her mate was none other than the feared Alpha of the strongest pack, Alaric. But their bond is far from simple. As she struggles to win his heart and gain the pack’s acceptance, the return of a woman she thought was dead will force Astra to confront the dark secrets of her past. With enemies hiding in plain sight and a prophecy that could destroy everything, Astra must fight not only for love but for her very survival.

A fated bond that could kill her. A king who’d rather let her die than crave her. Violet isn’t just an outsider in her wolf pack—she’s a ghost. Raised by a traitorous Alpha and discarded by the mate she thought she knew, she flees into the night with a death sentence on her heels. Freedom is her only hope... until she crashes into ​​Asher. The ​​Lycan King​​ is a blade forged in ice and shadow. He rules with absolute ruthlessness, haunted by a past that devours mercy. When Violet collapses at his feet, his instinct isn’t salvation—it’s annihilation. Because the moment their skin brushes, a searing, unwanted bond ignites between them. ​​And this bond doesn't just burn—it bleeds.​ She never wanted a king. He never needed a weakness. But fate demands blood… and the first cut might save—or slaughter—them both.

Dr. Lila Reyes, a pioneering quantum physicist aboard New Carthage Station, never anticipates her prototype time‑rift device yanking Captain Edmund Hartley—a bold, swaggering pilot from 1822—into her sterile, high‑tech world. Linked by a shimmering temporal tether that pulses with every brush of skin, Lila's meticulously logical mind is thrown into disarray by Edmund's old‑world gallantry and devil‑may‑care charm. As the rift flickers between centuries, Lila and Edmund involuntarily swap memories: one moment she's adrift in a starship skirmish, the next he's navigating moonlit Regency gardens. With each fragmented recollection, they uncover hidden longings—Lila savors the heady rush of horse‑drawn carriage races, while Edmund tastes the hollow ache of cosmic isolation in zero‑G. But every shared memory frays the fabric of reality, risking a catastrophic convergence of two timelines. Compelled to collaborate across time, they pursue cryptic clues through mist‑cloaked 19th‑century ballrooms and neon‑bathed orbital docks, wrestling with an impossible choice: seal the rift and be forever torn apart, or let destiny unravel for a chance at love that defies all boundaries. With each daring kiss and whispered confession, Lila and Edmund discover that some bonds transcend space, time—and even death.

He woke up from a dream – A dream that felt like a trailer for a world he had never seen. “Coming soon. Be prepared, Dreamer.” Confused, Shiro brushed it off as another fragment of his overactive mind. But everything crumbled when she appeared – the fairy with emerald eyes and a smile that hid eternity. “Welcome, Shiro. This story was created for you.” Thrown into a world of endless battles, where death is real and dreams are no longer safe, Shiro must walk a path he never chose. No plot armor. No mercy. Only his choices… And a truth waiting in the shadows, whispering: “Every dream has an end. But what if… this one never does?”

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

Discord:https://discord.gg/VVhNsRjm "Who would have thought that one ordinary review could instantly fuck your life? Definitely not me" ****** Luke was your average teenage boy—with an unhealthy obsession for light novels. After finishing a new read titled “The Hero’s Obsessed Harem,” he jumped online to post a review. His biggest issue? The so-called “hero” kept stealing other men’s love interests, and somehow, the story praised him for it. Right after posting the review, he got an odd reply from the author: “You think my book is flawed? I’ll make you regret that.” Luke brushed it off as a salty writer who couldn’t handle criticism—until everything went dark. The next time he opened his eyes, he was in the body of Riven Von Grave, the fourth son of the low-ranking Grave baron family—an irrelevant extra in The Hero’s Obsessed Harem. Riven was a forgotten character, engaged to three duke’s daughters since childhood, only for all three to abandon him for the so-called hero. And to make matters worse, he was fated to die in a war against demons—utterly forgotten. But Luke isn’t having any of it. Screw fate. Screw the plot. And most of all, screw the author who threw him into this mess. Armed with a mysterious system and pure spite, Riven is going to rewrite his destiny, and win back his fiancées as well. But with every change Riven makes, he changes the story, and pulls a calamity bigger than the demons toward them. What will he do when he realizes the impending doom, will he be able to fix his own mistakes?

(1v1, murni dan manis) Residensi Pangeran Xiliang. Dengan energi seperti harimau dan baru berusia 5 tahun, Pangeran Kecil Xiao Moxi melihat ibunya berlari ke perkebunan lagi, dan wajahnya yang seperti baozi mengerut karena frustrasi. Sambil memandang ayahnya di sampingnya dengan duka, dia mengeluh dengan nada seolah-olah sangat berpengalaman, "Ayah, bagaimana kamu bisa jatuh hati kepada ibuku, yang suka kabur terus-terusan?" Xiao Yeyang memberikan tatapan menyamping kepada anaknya yang matang sebelum waktunya, lalu pura-pura merenungkan pertanyaan itu. Memang, mengapa dia jatuh hati kepada wanita itu? Setelah keheningan yang panjang... "Siapa tahu? Mungkin kepalaku tertimpa pintu!" Bertukar pandangan yang penuh rasa simpati, ayah dan anak menghela napas tanpa daya secara bersamaan. Apa yang kamu lakukan ketika kamu terikat dengan wanita yang tak pernah di rumah? Hanya ada satu hal yang bisa kamu lakukan dengan Permaisuri Putri (ibu) mu sendiri—manjakan dia, tentu saja! … Ditransportasikan ke zaman kuno dengan ruang yang dipenuhi bunga padi, yang dia inginkan hanyalah hidup dengan tenang di perkebunan. Tak terduga, dengan ayah yang merupakan seorang pejabat kabupaten, dia terpaksa meninggalkan pedesaan dan pindah ke kota! Kehidupan di kota sangat ramai dengan aktivitas, dan agar bisa berbicara di rumah, dia membeli perkebunan, menanam bunga dan tanaman obat-obatan, serta mengembangkan varietas biji-bijian yang berlimpah dan berkualitas tinggi. Secara luar biasa, dia membantu ayahnya, yang telah menjadi pejabat kabupaten selama sembilan tahun, untuk naik tingkat demi tingkat, membawa Keluarga Yan yang rendah ke lingkaran elite Beijing! Ini adalah kisah seorang putri bangsawan dari keluarga sederhana yang membantu klannya untuk berkembang dan sejahtera, serta kisah cinta manis tentang sukses bersama dan tumbuh bersama! Pemeran utama pria: Di depan orang lain, dia adalah si Pangeran Kecil yang membanggakan, si Pangeran yang domineer dari Xiliang. Di depan pemeran utama wanita, dia adalah laki-laki yang lembut dan berhati hangat. Pemeran utama wanita: Berpikiran jernih dalam segala hal, berhati hangat dan mandiri!

As the most devout priest of the Holy See, Elias never imagined that he would have a forbidden love with the paladin Theron. When he first treated Theron, he discovered that the majestic knight had ancient dragon bloodline flowing through his body. When Theron's dying wound miraculously healed under the holy light of Elias, a secret tremor came from the depths of their souls at the same time. The strict discipline of the Holy See warns them, but every night Theron quietly arrives. Your holy light is calling me, Reverend. "Theron's hot breath brushed against Elias' ear. In the darkness, Elias trembled and responded, 'In the name of God... this is blasphemy...' No, "Theron's kiss burned on his neck," this is our miracle

A forced marriage between a powerful billionaire and a mysterious painter blossoms into a passionate, tumultuous love story filled with betrayal, escape, and ultimately, forgiveness. Their journey is fraught with challenges and misunderstandings, but their undeniable chemistry and unwavering commitment lead them to a fulfilling and deeply intimate relationship. Through their trials, they discover the true meaning of love and commitment.

Naoki lived under the shadow of an abusive father and a world that stayed silent. Until the night his brother killed their father. The police came. They took his brother away. But as the van drove off, it veered off the road and plunged into the river. Naoki jumped in after him. That’s when everything changed. There, standing on a mirrored void, his brother looked at him and said: “I’m a regressor. I’ve regressed 769 times… just for you.” He looked at Naoki with eyes that held the weight of forgotten eras, and spoke in a voice that echoed with the whisper of ancient gods Then, his brother cast him into a black hole. Reborn as Aether von Noctvain, heir to one of the empire's Seven Great Families, Naoki awakens in a world of ancient bloodlines, magic, and ruthless ambition. Before he can make sense of it, his fiancée storms in, determined to claim his heart. But Aether didn't come for love. He came to walk the path his brother forged, until fate cast him aside. A fake fate that shackled his brother… The gods offered chains dressed as salvation. But Aether Noctvain carries one think that they never expected A will to make fate bleed

[A whychose bl novel with multiple partners] #guideverse #nameverse #transmigration #villain # bl #blpoly #apocalypse #weaktostrong #academy #soulmates Two Souls, one body and a fate they refuse to accept-because even the villains dare to dream of love and salvation... — "Villains don't get happy endings," Eiden whispered softly, his eyes filled with tears. "Then I'll burn this world... until we get the ending that we deserve." I vowed to Eiden, the boy trapped inside his own body, watching as I rewrite his destiny. — Cursed by the cruelty of his old life, Killian awakens not in heaven, nor in hell—but in the broken body of the most hated villain of his favorite novel, Eiden Constello. Eiden was an Esper destined to die by beheading, alone and unloved all because he dared to try to kill the novel's heroine for the sake of his unrequited love for the novel's protagonist. But this world wasn't that simple. It contained soulmarks, espers and guides who sought to defeat monsters and clear gates, corrupted churches, and royal conspiracies entwined with broken families and hidden powers. Killian carries not only the memories of his past life but the secrets of the original villain, Eiden Constello, a misunderstood and mistreated boy whose soul still lingers within him, longing for love. The Church calls him the harbinger of ruin. The Royals fears his strange power. And the heroine hides her cunningness behind a sweet smile. They are all plotting something. Something that can bring the world to its doom. Marked by fourteen forbidden soulmarks, tied to men as broken, dangerous, and beautiful as he is—including a prince in disguise, a fallen knight, the Empire's fiercest commander, a loyal streetfighter and a ruthless guildmaster watching from the dark—Killian will rise. From exile to ruler. From discarded bastard son to the leader of the rebellion. From a lonely stray to the center of a fierce, tangled love deeper than any the world has ever seen. But when destiny burns and chaos rises, even gods may kneel before the abyss. And the boy they cast away will decide the fate of the world. __ "Rhydian's hand slid from my jaw to the nape of my neck, fingers threading through my thick black hair, pulling me closer until our bodies barely touched—electric, hungry, and intimate. His lips brushed against my ear, warm and soft, a breath of flame in the dark. "You are mine... my light in the endless night, the star I burn for. Not some shameless bitch who thinks the world is hers to play with." Every syllable was a promise, a dark caress that ignited something fierce and fragile inside. My chest tightened, the weight of those words grounding me as if the chaos inside could finally be stilled. The fire in my lover's eyes met the abyss in my own, and in that moment, the impossible balance between light and shadow was our silent vow. I felt cherished, claimed—not just as a flame or a shadow, but as something timeless, something worth fighting for. My pulse thundered in my veins, the abyss inside me stirring with a strange longing—to be consumed, to be held, to be claimed completely. The fire and the void tangled between us, fierce and unyielding, a perfect storm of desire and devotion. And in that moment, under the watchful gaze of shadows and stars, I knew I was no longer alone in the darkness."

Saito Kagami has never failed a test, never missed a deadline, and never once fallen behind. To him, the world is a series of equations clean, structured, and solvable. Now starting high school, he sets a new goal: to study and experience “love.” It should be simple... right? Enter Riko Kumijo. She’s everything Saito isn’t outgoing, popular, unpredictable. Surrounded by friends and fueled by emotion, she lives in a world of laughter and chaos that Saito doesn’t understand. But through accidental interactions and forced proximity, Saito finds himself gradually drawn into her orbit. What begins as an analytical experiment turns into something Saito can’t graph or quantify. In a school filled with misunderstandings, heartfelt moments, and comedic detours, he’ll learn that sometimes, the most important answers don’t come from logic...they come from the heart.

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.

{WSA ENTRY 2025} __ "They said I had no magic. That I was worthless, a trash, a commoner and a peasant. But the day I awakened... the heavens shook, the world and continents trembled before my name: The Supreme mage!" Grey was born magicless in a world where magic defines everything. Mocked, beaten, left to rot by nobles who saw him as nothing. They should’ve killed him when they had the chance. After a brush with death, Grey awakens terrifying affinities that defy the laws of magic itself. From nobody to a monster who was both feared and respected, he earns a place at Lunaria Academy—where elite bloodlines reign and commoners are crushed. But Grey isn’t here to bow. He’s here to dominate. Armed with ruthless ambition and a squad of warriors from every race—elves, dwarves, phoenixes, and more—Grey’s rise to supremacy begins with vengeance... and ends in legend. This isn’t your typical underdog story. This is war. This is power. This is Magus Supremacy! _____________ Harem? No; although there are going to be several female interests, there won't be a Harem that I assure you all. OP MC? Yes; although he was weak from the start and always got bullied, he is going to be OP after unlocking at least 2 to 3 affinities so watch out. Action packed fights? Yes! Heart-pumping fights that will you keep you glued to your screens. Academy? Yes! Although the academy arc doesn't come through until a hundred chapters and that's because of how long I plan the book to last. _______________ Note: This book is participating in WSA, so I will appreciate it if y'all support this book with power stones and all. And I promise not to relent in chapter uploads. ___________ GOALS FOR MASS RELEASE!!! 500 Power stones= 2 extra chapters 500 Golden tickets= 2 extra chapters. Magic castle= 5 Chapters Spacecraft= 10 Chapters. Golden Gachapon= 15 Chapters. Note: all these mass release will take effect as soon as the goals have been met. ________________________ Other work: My Slayer System: Rise to Supremacy.

Kim Woo-jin, a college freshman, is caught off guard when a mysterious leak in his dorm bathroom leads him to his suspicious neighbor, a handsome Russian painter named Caesar. Despite his initial concerns, Woojin brushes off the strange encounter and goes about his day. On his way home from school, however, he inadvertently witnesses Caesar disposing of a body and realizes he's unwittingly become embroiled in a dangerous situation. Overwhelmed but determined, Woojin becomes obsessed with uncovering the truth and bringing Caesar to justice, launching a thrilling and perilous investigation that tests his courage and resourcefulness. As Kim Woojin investigates the mysterious Russian painter Caesar, he stumbles upon a peculiar camera in an alleyway near his dorm. Little does he know that this camera holds the key to unraveling the truth about Caesar’s dark past. Driven by his need for justice and armed with the camera, Woojin ventures deeper into the danger, using the camera’s footage to navigate a web of deceit and uncover shocking secrets that could cost him his life. The tension escalates as he races against time to expose Caesar’s crimes before they catch up to him.

(1v1, pur et doux) Résidence du Prince de Xiliang. Avec une énergie de tigre et à seulement 5 ans, le Petit Prince Xiao Moxi a vu sa mère repartir vers les champs, et son visage rond comme un petit pain s'est crispé de frustration. Regardant son père à côté de lui avec affliction, il se plaignit avec une air de sagesse mondaine, "Père, comment as-tu pu tomber amoureux de ma mère, qui aime toujours partir?" Xiao Yeyang jeta un coup d'œil oblique à son fils précocement mature, puis feignit de réfléchir à la question. En effet, pourquoi était-il tombé amoureux de cette femme? Après un long silence... "Qui sait? Peut-être que ma tête s'est coincée dans une porte!" Échangeant un regard de commisération mutuelle, le père et le fils poussèrent un soupir impuissant à l'unisson. Que faire quand vous êtes coincé avec une femme qui n'est jamais à la maison? Il n'y a qu'une chose à faire avec votre propre Princesse Consorte (mère) — la choyer, bien sûr! … Transportée dans l'antiquité avec un espace rempli de fleurs de riz, tout ce qu'elle voulait, c'était de vivre tranquillement sa vie dans les champs. Inattendu, avec un père qui était un magistrat de comté, elle fut forcée de quitter la campagne pour la ville! La vie en ville était animée d'activités, et pour avoir son mot à dire à la maison, elle acheta des domaines, cultiva des fleurs et des herbes médicinales, et développa des variétés de grains à haut rendement et de haute qualité. Remarquablement, elle aida son père, qui avait été magistrat de comté pendant neuf ans, à monter échelon par échelon, amenant la modeste famille Yan dans les cercles élites de Beijing! Ceci est l'histoire d'une fille noble issue d'une famille humble aidant son clan à prospérer et à s'épanouir, et une douce histoire d'amour de succès mutuel et de croissance commune! Le premier rôle masculin: Devant les autres, il est le Petit Prince orgueilleux, le Prince dominateur de Xiliang. Devant l'héroïne, il est un homme doux et tendre de cœur. Le premier rôle féminin: Claire dans toutes ses affaires, chaleureuse et autonome!

[Main Plot Completed] A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end. ----- Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her? Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate? ----- Excerpt- “If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. “If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.” She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?” “Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.” Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. “You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.” She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?” “Guess?” ----- Instagram- mynovel.20 Facebook- Author mynoveltwenty

Revised Synopsis for Ren: Simulating Immortality Ren’s path to power is paved within the treacherous circuits of an ever-evolving simulation system, a stark contrast to the arduous training of traditional cultivators. This is no static playground; each simulation presents dynamic challenges, forcing Ren to adapt and survive within limited timeframes. He must learn, evolve, and seize power in the nick of time, or face the simulated consequences. Within these digital lives, Ren confronts formidable opponents and brushes against the terrifying might of powerful figures, experiencing firsthand the brutal realities of a world teeming with danger. Sometimes, the system’s analysis falters – "Error: Opponent data incomplete. Proceed with caution." flashes across his simulated vision, a stark reminder of the unknown threats lurking in both the virtual and real worlds. Every foray into the simulation is a calculated risk, a desperate gamble to acquire the strength needed to survive in his harsh reality. For Ren is a rogue cultivator in a world teetering on the brink of chaos, where righteous and demonic sects clash with impunity. His hard-earned simulated power is his only hope against the overwhelming forces at play in this perilous landscape. **Questions to Ponder:** * How will Ren balance the knowledge and power gained in the simulations with the unpredictable dangers of the real cultivation world? * Can he truly trust the simulated experiences when facing genuine threats and powerful adversaries? * Will the errors and limitations of the simulation system prove to be his undoing? * As Ren navigates the conflicts between the righteous and demonic sects, whose side will he ultimately choose, and will his simulated morality hold true in the face of real-world consequences?

“You look beautiful in that gown.” He whispered as he reached for my hand. I didn’t answer him. All I could feel was hatred, sadness, and sorrow. This is the worst day of my life. We faced the judge while I was trying to brush his hand off my arm. The entire event happened with me trying to move away from him while he keeps on pulling me beside him. The judge didn’t even ask me if I agree on marrying him. “And now, I pronounce you husband and wife! Mr. Hastings, you may kiss your wife now.” That phrase caused my whole body to shiver. I could still remember the time when he kissed me. Sebastine faced me and lifted the veil above my head. I froze in place for a moment while I was staring at his face. Slowly, he moved his face closer to me while looking straight into my eyes. My heart kept on beating so fast it felt like it was going to jump off my chest. He put his hand under my chin and made me look at him as he claimed my lips. I flinched but then I closed my eyes as I felt the warmth of his mouth. I wanted to push him away, I wanted to punch his face but I just couldn’t. It felt like a spell was cast on me.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

In a world where cultivators wield the power of stars and ancient tools hum with magic, Mo Zhenyu is both a warrior, and a painter. Armed with brushes, scrolls, and a sharp wit, he travels through dazzling kingdoms, forgotten islands, and storm-swept seas, capturing beauty, mystery, and the heartbeat of the universe in every stroke. Beneath his quiet smile lies a past scarred by betrayal and loss, but Zhenyu paints not to forget... he paints to remember, to wonder, and to live. A story of colors, constellations, and curious friendships, Painting Heavens is a whimsical adventure that proves sometimes, the brush can reach further than the blade.

Amid the bustling City of Keystone lies hidden groups and buried magic to unravel. What comes are changes in the stars that will shine upon myths and legends, but draw bigger shadows to their truths. It's all too much for Daniel Hart, who just wants to paint for others, but he finds his brush influenced by the slippery effects as maternal mysteries cling to him. WARNING: This is very much full of SMUT before it is mystery and magic. Lots of weird slimy shenanigans too!