Hercules Muses

In a world where dreams are painted in betrayal and broken hearts, she is the canvas everyone wants to claim. Liora Solene thought art academy would be her escape — a place where she could finally leave behind the ghosts of a painful childhood. Instead, she finds herself tangled in a dangerous love triangle: A charming musical theatre major who promises freedom but hides his own wounds. A quiet film director who sees her as both muse and masterpiece. And a vengeful ex-boyfriend who refuses to let her go—even if it means destroying everything she builds. As secrets unravel and lies stack higher, Liora must fight to protect her art, her future, and, most of all, herself. In the end, the hardest choice isn’t between them. It's between who she was and who she dares to become.

Mature[R–18+] In the hidden corridors of power where desire and danger intertwine, Valeria Ivanov—the beguiling daughter of a notorious mafia don—learns that seduction is her deadliest weapon. Tasked with a mission that pits her against the equally formidable Adrian DeLuca, the enigmatic heir of a rival crime family, she enters a world where every whispered promise and stolen touch could be fatal. Adrian, a master strategist renowned for his icy reserve, finds himself drawn to her intoxicating blend of danger and seduction, his calculated facade slowly melting beneath the heat of their forbidden encounters. As secret trysts evolve into nights of raw, unbridled passion, the boundaries between duty and lust blur. Every clandestine rendezvous is a battle between their relentless ambition and the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to temptation. Amid the decadent backdrop of blood-soaked loyalty and whispered betrayals, Valeria struggles with the growing conflict between her mission and the irresistible allure of a love that promises both ecstasy and ruin. In a world where trust is as fragile as a whispered secret and every caress could conceal a knife, Beneath the Crimson Veil is an erotic journey into the depths of passion, power, and betrayal. Here, the price of desire is steep, and the stakes are life and death—leaving both hearts and empires forever transformed by the flames of a forbidden love. Excerpt: The dim glow of the city lights cast jagged shadows across Adrian’s sharp features as he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze a storm of suspicion and something darker—something far more dangerous. Valeria stood across from him, her expression an intoxicating mix of defiance and amusement. She had perfected the art of playing innocent, but tonight, something in Adrian’s eyes made her heart pound in warning. “You’re up to something,” he said, voice low and measured, like the edge of a blade pressing against silk. She arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head. “And what exactly am I up to, amore mio?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You tell me.” A slow smirk curled her lips as she invaded his space, her fingers lightly grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You don’t have proof.” His eyes darkened, flicking down to where her fingers toyed with the fabric. “I don’t need proof,” he murmured. “I see it in your eyes. The way you watch me. Like you’re calculating your next move.” Valeria chuckled, the sound soft, teasing. “And here I thought you were the one watching me.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “You want proof?” His hand shot out, gripping her wrist, but his touch wasn’t rough—it was deliberate, commanding. “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, nearly a whisper. “Prove it.” The challenge hung between them, thick with tension. Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her fingers threading into his dark hair as she closed the space between them, her lips grazing his—soft, testing, before she deepened it.

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.

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.

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."

[WARNING MATURE CONTENT, R18+] Michael Specter is a handsome, successful entrepreneur with women throwing themselves at his feet just to spend a night. However, very few know about his menacing side. Twenty-two year old Layla Mclan is in desperate need of a higher-paying job to clear off her mother's debts. Opportunity comes knocking when she successfully applies for work in a richer household, the Conners. But life soon takes a turn when Layla finds out that there is no such household, and instead of working as a maid, she is now a slave to Michael Specter, a billionaire with a twisted mind. Layla’s eyes turned red, shoulders trembling, her soul wanting to reach out to her mom but alas… There was no way out, as she was already locked in the room, succumbing to the fears that didn’t feel very distant; She had gone through the same not long before. The agreement papers turned her body cold. Sometimes the worst seems best and there’s no end to the misery days; The one who avenges, the one who endures remains true to their valor. ‘Rule No. 1: Tending to your Master’s needs should be your top priority. Failing to do so, he can punish you however he pleases.’ ‘However, he pleases? What he’s gonna do to me?’ She mused and felt her heart sinking to the bottom of her chest. ‘Rule No. 2: You cannot say ‘no’ or oppose your Master’s orders.’ ‘Rule No. 3: You’re free to wear clothes of your choice… However, he can make you change it if he wants.’ ‘Rule No. 4: You are not allowed to step outside of the property.’ . . . Excerpt: “Ac-Actually I’m sleepy and I spent my day working for the household… Umm… Master, can I ask you something?” “Go ahead.” “I left my mom back home and I took this offer just to meet the debts… So will you pay me the said amount if I listen to your needs?” She asked in her feeble voice. “Needs Hmm… How about you strip off right now and lie down on the bed?” “What?” She exclaimed in horror. “You heard me,” he sounded dead serious. Layla gulped down the heavy lump that she had been holding for quite some time. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ***NOTE*** The cover isn’t mine. Full credit goes to Author Hansora :) PEN-NAME: hansora. Please don’t use it.

Born a Mutant under Project Next gen, run by the government, Suki's life was already a mess from the beginning, now free from the clutches of the asylum she begins to plot her revenge. To bring justice to the children of the asylum. Also available @ https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/113089/hide-and-seek-my-psychopathic-muse on RoyalRoad.com

Samuel Raveish was the undisputed master of his digital realms, an otaku recluse whose life revolved around the precise optimization of fantasy RPGs and the meta-knowledge of countless light novels. In his cramped London flat, he lived an existence of comfortable detachment, perfecting character builds and conquering virtual gods, always musing, "If only life had a reset button." Then, his cynical wish was brutally granted. A blinding flash, a rending agony, and Samuel awakens in Aetheria, a vibrant, chaotic medieval fantasy world brimming with powerful, unpredictable magic called Primordial Aetheric Currents. Before his eyes, a persistent, translucent blue screen flickers: "ERROR: SOUL INTEGRATION FAILED. REPEAT ATTEMPT 622,822,031." Samuel’s initial reaction is pure gamer logic: he's the chosen protagonist, this is his Isekai fantasy, and the "error" is merely an overpowered cheat ability. He quickly discovers his "cheat": Return by Death. Each excruciating death sends him back to a "last stable state," usually his humble cot in the "Stumbling Stag" inn of Oakhaven, memory intact, but body reset. But Aetheria is no game. His first attempts to "optimize" his life and "quest" his way to power are met with humiliating, agonizing deaths. He stumbles into Dire Beasts in the Elderwood, falls victim to simple traps, or dies from mundane poisoning, forcing him to endure the visceral horror and cumulative psychological toll of dying repeatedly. His reliance on meta-knowledge crumbles against a world that doesn't play by rules, where even low-level threats can be deadly, and magic is wild and untamed. As Samuel loops through minor local conflicts, like the mystery of The Missing Child & Whispers of the Weaver, he repeatedly interacts with the first faces he comes to know in Aetheria: Elara, the pragmatic innkeeper; Lyra, the kind-hearted healer; and Roric "The Keen," the suspicious watchman. These initial encounters and the shared (though for them, forgotten) experiences within his loops teach him the immediate dangers and societal norms of this brutal new world, grounding him in its harsh reality before his journey inevitably leads him beyond Oakhaven. Unbeknownst to Samuel, a far grander, more insidious force subtly governs Aetheria: The Grand Conclave of the Aether. Operating through seemingly benevolent Virtuous Arch-Orders and shadowy Sinful Arch-Orders, the Conclave seeks absolute control over all Aether and, by extension, all life. As Samuel’s loops lead him to uncover deeper secrets beyond Oakhaven, his unique ability to learn from death might make him an unwitting disruptor to the Conclave’s meticulously crafted schemes, drawing their chilling gaze. This is the story of Samuel Raveish, an otaku forced to shed his cynical detachment. Enduring countless brutal deaths, he must navigate a world of genuine chaos and unexpected humanity, struggling to bridge the gap between his optimized gamer mind and the raw, painful reality of true existence. Can he master his terrifying "cheat" to not just survive, but to truly live and find purpose in a world that consistently defies his expectations, even as the powerful Grand Conclave moves to control all of Aetheria?

He destroyed her kingdom. Now he wants her heart. Taken as a concubine by the ruthless King Malek—known for razing realms with his god-like powers—Seraya swore she’d never bow. But the more she resists, the more obsessed he becomes. In a palace of jealous rivals and deadly secrets, Seraya must survive his obsession, outwit his enemies… and guard her heart before it’s claimed completely. Because soon, she’ll discover exactly why they call him the Conqueror— and what becomes of those who dare to defy him. -Enemies to Lovers -Tyrant King x Captive Princess -Palace Intrigue -Soul-bonded Fates Teaser Preview: Seraya didn’t look back. King Malek watched her disappear beyond the hedges, striding away purposefully, not allowing her pride on full display. Interesting. He stood in the garden’s center, arms loosely folded, pulse annoyingly fast. A part of him—cold and calculating—should’ve left by now. Should’ve called a guard to escort her, reminded himself she was just another unwilling offering from a conquered land. But the rest of him, the darker, quieter part… was intrigued. She was different. Most women fell over themselves trying to please him. Some wept. Some flattered. Others performed needlessly grand gestures to gain his notice. But Seraya? She hid under tables and looked at him like he was something less than impressive. Like he was just another guard with nothing to offer her. It was maddening. And strangely refreshing. Malek sat back down on the same cushion she’d just vacated, still warm from her body, her scent lingering faintly—honeysuckle and sun-warmed linen. This, he thought. This is the scent that has been evading him the past few weeks. He’d gotten lingering traces of it at times when he’d enter a room, but it was always a ghost of a scent. At times it had lingered around that little red headed concubine, Jane or something. She was decent in bed, eager for sure. But not what he wanted. Lying in bed afterwards, her true scent came out—apples and ivy, and left him feeling empty. What had first intrigued him had been an illusion. But he knew it existed somewhere in the palace. He’d felt like a bloodhound the past few weeks searching for its true owner. Of course it belonged to the little vixen who has been avoiding the king like the plague. He took another deep inhale. His hand drifted to the spot where her fingers had curled into the edge of the cushion. He let out a breath and chuckled softly to himself. “You really don’t know, do you?” he murmured to the empty garden. She hadn’t recognized him. Not without the crown, the robes, the ring of soldiers and desperate concubines. And gods, that made it even better. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him without fear or flattery. She hadn’t lied to protect herself. She didn’t pander. She just was. Honest. Guarded, yes, but there had been a spark behind her eyes. A fire buried beneath the survival instincts. He’d seen it. Felt it. She hated him. And it thrilled him. He leaned his head back against the stone wall and closed his eyes, letting the filtered sunlight wash over his face. This garden had always been a quiet place, but now it felt… alive. Perhaps because for once, he didn’t have to be the king. He could be Lex—just a man in training clothes. Just a shadow on the edge of her world. And she had let him in, just a little. “She thinks I’m charming,” he mused aloud, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Poor girl.” He wouldn’t reveal himself yet. No, not until she was well and truly tangled. Until she wanted him—and hated herself for it. Until she looked at Lex the way all the others looked at Malek… and realized too late that they were the same man. But it wouldn’t be easy. She was flame wrapped in thorns. And if he reached too fast, too hard, she’d cut him before she burned him. He liked that. He hadn't meant to linger. A quiet moment int he library-that's all he wanted. But instead he found something better than peace. A challenge.

The sequel to Hide and seek : My psychopathic muse, Suki's mission remains unfinished. that is, until the box is found

[WARNING: VIOLENT CONTENT AHEAD] Kill, Bloodshed, Revenge, Vengeance is what his world was limited to. When she appeared, his world went limitless. Nilana, hurt and betrayed by her foster family ran away after poisoning them with a sleeping potion. What else could she had done? They were selling her to a brothel to pay her elder sister's dowry! After leaving the cottage on a windy night, she ought to go to the capital of the Kingdom of Windspire, and start a new life there. On her way there, she meets this mysterious rower who was helping her cross the river. Right then, heavy storm and high waves knocked the boat out. She drowned, wondering if this how her life was to be ended. The next time she opened her eyes, she found herself in a bed of a wooden manor in the middle of a forest. Unsure of how she ended up here, she meets the owner of the manor, All soaked in sweat, shirtless, and holding an axe on his shoulders. He was a young man. The most beautiful young man she had ever seen. Follow the journey of Nilana, a runaway with a hidden past, and Ian, a mysterious wood merchant harboring deadly secrets. When fate unites them in a lavish forest manor, they embark on an unforgettable adventure. As royal intrigues and hidden motives unfold, their love will be tested, and their destiny as Assassin, Prince, and King will shape the future of the Kingdom of Windspire. With thrilling plot twists, thought stopping action scenes, found family bonds, and heartwarming moments, it is a captivating historical fantasy novel that will keep you spellbound until the very last page. EXCERPT - "What are you planning to do exactly, Dem Mari?" His voice was low and resonant. "You-" she stammered and stepped back two steps behind, "You!" She pointed out to him in a yell, "Can you not-" Stuttering, she made her posture straight and reached out for the apron hanging on one of the wall hooks behind him. "Can you not do this? And declare your presence then scare me shitless all the time, mister?!" Her words blabbered out as she took the apron and stepped back. "No." Ian replied. Nilana glared at him, her eyes squinted. "What do you mea-" "It's fun." He snatched the apron from her hands. "Fun to witness your myriad expressions every time I appear like a phantom behind you." P.S THE COVER IS NOT MINE

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.

Karena tak bisa membeli tiket konser Muse, Nadya sampai merengek-rengek di bawah pohon eucalyptus di belakang sekolah. Ia hampir menangis, bahkan sampai menelungkupkan kepalanya karena frustrasi. Namun, saat ia mengangkat kepalanya, ada seorang cowok yang berdiri di hadapannya. Bukan, cowok itu bukan orang asing. Cowok itu adalah Aldo Nugraha. Blasteran Prancis-Indonesia, Ketua OSIS, kapten tim basket, dan siswa terpintar di angkatan mereka. Dengan senyum yang secerah matahari, Aldo dikenal sebagai sosok yang ramah dan menyenangkan. Baik cewek maupun cowok, semua orang menyukai kehadirannya. Namun, di hari itu, ia mendekati Nadya dengan satu kalimat yang mengubah segalanya: "Kamu mau tiket konser Muse?" "Iya," jawab Nadya, masih manyun. "Aku punya satu tiketnya," ucap Aldo. "tapi kamu yakin?" "Yakin kenapa?" tanya Nadya bingung. "Ada perjanjiannya." "Hah?" Nadya mengernyitkan dahi. Perjanjian apa? Ah, bodo amat! Yang penting dia bisa dapat tiketnya! "Oke, oke, nggak apa-apa! Apa aja perjanjiannya asal aku dapet tiketnya!" ujar Nadya mantap. Ia memang penggemar berat Muse. "Oke. Perjanjiannya itu..." ujar Aldo, matanya menatap Nadya dengan lekat. Cowok itu pun tersenyum manis, lalu melanjutkan: "Kamu jadi pacar aku."

Before She Knew My Heart A story of silence, love, and the war to protect what was never said out loud. Aarav Varma grew up beside Ayla Sen (since 15 years) — his childhood best friend, his unspoken muse, and the girl he’s loved quietly for over 9 years. She never knew. Not when they shared late-night laughs under the stars. Not when he stood by her through every heartbreak. Not even when he watched her drift into the arms of someone else. Now in college, their bond is tested like never before — with misunderstandings, distance, and the arrival of Reyan Mehta, a charming manipulator with secrets darker than his smile. When danger crosses the line and Ayla is left broken, Aarav steps forward — no longer the quiet boy next door, but the one ready to burn the world to protect her. But in a world of unsaid words and invisible wars... Will she ever truly know his heart? Genres: Romance · Drama · Slice of Life · Thriller Status: Weekly updates Author: Saathwik

Skyler, a brilliant and driven CEO of a flourishing game development company, finds his world irrevocably changed by the success of his latest creation. This award-winning game, a title that single-handedly revolutionized his company's fortunes, was brought to life with the invaluable help of the woman he's fallen deeply in love with – a woman whose intelligence and creativity perfectly complemented his own. Their collaboration was seamless, their connection undeniable, blossoming into a romance that felt destined. However, the euphoria shatters when Skyler uncovers a shocking truth: the woman he loves, his muse and partner, is actually a man who skillfully maintained the deception. Yet, the sting of betrayal is quickly complicated by a bewildering revelation. The "woman" knew all along that the man he loved was pretending because *she* was the one who orchestrated it. As Skyler grapples with this intricate web of secrets and affection, he must confront the unsettling question: how do you reconcile a love born from such an elaborate charade?

PLEASE READ: Thie collection is not for the faint of heart. This is an evaluation/discussion of harsh and triggering topics. Viewer's digression advised. There are disclaimers/trigger warnings before each passage. You are important and beautiful!

Synopsis: Limited by knowledge due to royal restrictions yet filled with curiosity since birth, Orin Mystiq tackles the mysteries unfolding in one of the most enigmatic places on Wanderlust: Ouroboros. Here, natural, mystical laws don’t function as expected—and what does work is cranked up to eleven. While Orin can negate several mystical laws and zealously solve mysteries beyond everyone’s comprehension, normal means alone aren’t enough to crack this case. A touch of humankind becomes essential—an element Orin finds utterly monotonous. To shore up his weaknesses and navigate the labyrinth of human involvement, he seeks wisdom from the foremost expert on Wanderers: Hem Lock, a Sentinel burdened by his own demons, manifested in the form of twins, assigned to him as subordinates. Together, they compensate for each other’s shortcomings, delving deeper into the mystical mechanics of Mystica to solve the world’s first “Mystic Mystery." ———||———{{-_-}}———||——— Power System :: TOSHI : An ancient word for beings that have evolved through the essence of any given energy. Sub category :: HARVYX : The ability to utilize another’s accumulated power as one’s own, either through technology or biology. • Inspired by Harvest and Vyx (a stylized twist on leeching or siphoning) = Suggests the harvesting of power from others, either temporarily or permanently. Ornyx = Artifacts. (Ornyxes -- plural) Wanderer = Humans Mystica = mystical creatures. ———||———{{-_-}}———||——— Lure: Dreams and whispers shape this realm, filling it with prophecies, myths, bizarre creatures, and... magic! If you have ever heard or seen the unthinkable, then you must have dream-walked into this realm at some point. Welcome to Wanderlust. A place for dreamers, made up of dreams…. ———||———{{-_-}}———||——— Dedicated To: To Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the brilliant mind behind Sherlock Holmes, whose work sparked my love for mysteries. Note: I am nowhere near that talented, nor is this story anywhere close to such brilliance. But his work ignited my passion for mystery, which I have fused with my muse and created something unique. So… welcome to the world of "Mystic Mystery." Check out other works set in this world on Omnivex. ———||———{{-_-}}———||——— One-line description: Orin Mystiq finds humankind monotonous, while Hem Lock finds Mystica mysterious. When a case involves the deepest, darkest secrets of Mystica, alongside the inconvenient complications created by Wanderers, they must work together to solve the world’s first Mystic Mystery. TAGS: #MurderMystery #HighFantasy #Magic #BizarreCreatures This story is also available on other webnovel websites for better reach. Eg: RoyalRoad.com, Wattapad.com, Scribblehub.com, and webnovel.com

Roland has always felt like a ghost in her own life , drifting between expectations she can’t meet and thoughts she can’t silence. Her one constant is Roma, bold, beautiful, and wild in a way that doesn’t ask for permission. Roma is everything Roland isn’t and everything she quietly longs for: freedom, confidence, control. They’ve known each other since childhood, and over the years, their friendship has morphed into something deeper, stranger, and more difficult to define. Set mostly within the green-walled bedroom that has become their shared world, the novel follows a series of encounters between the two girls as they navigate adulthood, emotional entanglement, and the thin line between friendship and obsession.

When emotionally guarded artist Lila Hart steps into a glass skyscraper for a job interview she never applied for, she enters the empire of Damien Blackwell—a dangerously magnetic billionaire with a past buried in shadows. He rules New York with silence and steel, untouched by emotion—until her. She’s everything he shouldn’t want. And the one thing he can’t resist. As thunder crashes beyond the high-rise windows, a slow-burning obsession ignites. Secrets stir. Lines blur. And one wrong move could turn seduction into ruin. Some muses awaken art. Lila awakens the devil.

ChronoShade is a futuristic, time-bending saga that follows Elias Vane, a man whose unique connection with time forces him to confront the delicate balance between control and chaos. Set against a richly imagined cityscape where every moment is interwoven with the past, present, and possible futures, the novel explores how even the smallest choice can echo across multiple timelines. At its heart, the story is a journey of self-discovery and responsibility. Elias navigates a world where mysterious forces and enigmatic allies challenge his understanding of destiny and free will, testing his resolve as he learns that every action carries unforeseen consequences. Caution is needed when tampering with time, and his adventures invite readers to ponder the beauty of uncertainty and the unpredictability of life. Without revealing too much, ChronoShade offers a thought-provoking exploration of power, consequence, and the human spirit in the face of intertwined realities. It’s a narrative that fuses action, introspection, and philosophical musings into a tale that leaves a lasting impression—encouraging readers to question not just what is possible, but what it truly means to shape one’s destiny.

Mia is plunged into a terrifying mystery when a white rose, left as a chilling threat, leads her down a rabbit hole of secrets surrounding a missing woman named Elara and a reclusive man, Jason. Driven by a relentless need to understand the connection between them, Mia investigates, navigating cryptic online forums and risking a dangerous return to Jason's eerie, silent home. There, she uncovers hidden journals and photographs that paint a tragic portrait of Jason's past: Elara, his muse, vanished, leaving him haunted by "shadows" and broken promises. A photograph reveals a potential lead – "The Crimson Theatre" – but Mia's investigation has not gone unnoticed. A shadowy figure, who sent the threatening rose, knows she's searching for answers. Now, Mia must escape, knowing she's been drawn into a dangerous game where the shadows are closing in.

The Mimic’s Muse is a heartwarming school romance that follows Rai Kurozawa, a quiet bookworm who prefers pages over people—until he crosses paths with Aika Hoshizora, a fiery, sharp-tongued rich girl with secrets of her own. Thrown together by a literature project, their awkward encounters spark a slow-burning connection filled with banter, misunderstandings, and tender moments. As they navigate school life, shifting friendships, and the emotions they’re too afraid to name, Rai and Aika discover that sometimes, the most unexpected muse can change everything.

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Welcome to The Crash Out Diary, a book that’s as messy, real, and unapologetically human as you are. This isn’t just a collection of thoughts—it’s your safe space. A no-judgment zone where we spill it all: the good, the bad, the ugly, and the downright chaotic. This is a diary for anyone who’s tired of faking perfect. It’s a place to confess, connect, and share your honest truths—like that time you cheated on your bestie with her boyfriend (because, hey, we’re all just human, right?). It’s for the ones who crave rawness in a world obsessed with filters. Through blunt reflections and unfiltered musings, The Crash Out Diary offers an open invitation to let it all out. Whether you’re battling your own demons, questioning the rules of the game, or just tired of pretending to care when you don’t—this book gets it. So, pull up a chair, let’s crash out together. No judgment. Just real talk. I just want to scream in here, hope that helps. This will be updated everyday because I'll just come here to scream. If you feel like talking to someone this is my discord: freda0517

Julian Graves is twenty-nine, a barista by day and existential mess by night, drifting through life in a haze of indifference. Haunted by apathy more than tragedy, his gray world gains color only when he starts sensing someone—or something—watching him. The presence grows stronger, the shadows closer. One night, he's ambushed by Vireon, a centuries-old vampire who enslaves Julian with a dark bond, using him as a familiar to carry out errands and lure prey. But Julian’s nihilistic musings and unexpected wit amuse Vireon. Instead of discarding him, the vampire begins shaping Julian into something darker—something more powerful. As Julian’s humanity fades, his thirst for purpose is reborn in blood and chaos. Together, they plot to raise a vampire army, not for survival, but for domination.

What was supposed to be a simple school camping trip turns into something far stranger when Aiko, a cold and composed high school girl from 2025, suddenly vanishes—only to awaken on a mysterious island in the middle of the ocean. There’s no sign of rescue. No clue how she got there. And only three other people in sight. But these men are no ordinary strangers. One is a fierce Viking warrior who speaks in guttural tones of an ancient Norse tongue. Another, a proud nobleman fluent in Latin, carries himself with the rigid poise of a forgotten empire. The last, a smooth-talking gentleman from the 1900s, speaks English with a clipped, old-world accent. Aiko herself only speaks modern Japanese—yet somehow, they all understand each other perfectly. Drawn from wildly different timelines, none of them know why they’re here or who brought them. "Where is this? What trickery is this?" the Viking growled, his massive hand tightening around his axe as he scanned the unfamiliar jungle. His nostrils flared, scenting the salt-heavy air. "If this is Helheim’s gate, I’ll carve my way back." "Is this some kind of sorcery?" the nobleman mused, his gloved fingers brushing the hilt of his rapier. A smirk played on his lips. "If you sought to trap me, witch, you should have chosen a more enticing hell." His gaze flicked to Aiko, lingering on the curve of her exposed thigh. "Is this… some kind of prank?" the 1900s man stammered, adjusting his spectacles as if the world might right itself if he looked hard enough. His pocket watch clicked uselessly in his palm. "I—I was just leaving the gentlemen’s club! This isn’t—this can’t—" a Lemon filled Story. (all characters are over 18)

An emotionally charged, slow-burn romance Amelia Hart, a brilliant but emotionally guarded artist, thrives in the sanctuary of her studio—where every brushstroke speaks louder than words. When enigmatic model Daniel Wolfe steps into her life, a canvas of unspoken desires and hidden wounds begins to take form. With his sculpted presence and quiet vulnerability, Daniel becomes both muse and mystery, slowly unraveling Amelia’s carefully curated control. But beneath the sensual tension lies a deeper storm. As their professional boundaries blur and long-buried pasts surface, Amelia is forced to confront not only her creative demons but also the craving for connection she’s long denied herself. And when Julian, a powerful figure from her past, re-emerges with unresolved claims and a possessive edge, the delicate balance between passion and control begins to fracture. Set against the backdrop of moody studios, intimate sketches, and emotionally fraught gallery nights, Craving Touch is a story of art, vulnerability, and the raw human longing for touch—not just of skin, but of soul.

With blood in her eyes and rage in her bones, she returned—not as the broken girl they had once trampled, but as the storm they never saw coming. They had framed her. Tortured her. Laughed when she begged. She died once, but fate gave her a second chance. This time, Anya would burn everything down to expose her parents’ true murderer, make those who betrayed her kneel, and remind the world that the illegitimate daughter they scorned… is the rightful queen they should fear. But just as the city prepared for her reign of vengeance, something unexpected happened—the world began falling for her. The most legendary boy band on the planet? Secretly writing love songs about her. The owners of billion-dollar football teams? She owns the best one—and players line up to get her autograph. Famous actors and goddesses of the silver screen,Wishing for her approval, fighting to defend her when she's mocked. The top street racer and world-class calligrapher , Searching every corner of the country just to convince her to join them. And at the center of it all—him. Ryan Carter, the richest man alive. A heavenly handsome, aloof young master from one of the top four aristocratic families. A man above power, above status—yet completely captivated. The first time he saw her dance under the moonlight, the world faded. The second time, he joined her on stage and whispered, "Dance with me—then let me spend a lifetime falling for you." From then on, this ruthless man of power could only be described in two words: Madly devoted. --- Watch as Anya flips high society upside down—faced with former enemies groveling, elite circles stunned, and the world's most powerful men ready to pamper her like a goddess. In a world of secrets, wealth, and revenge, she is the storm, the muse, and the queen. And amidst the chaos? Sweet whispers, playful kisses, stolen moments in dark hallways, and a possessive man who’s just a little too good at seductive surprises. Revenge was her mission. But love? Love became her most unexpected, most indulgent reward.

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. During my breaks, and vacation, from my other occupation, I play a certain game. The game itself while it is a fantasy and having a magic, it served as one of my training tools, knowing that the reality I live in does not have magic, and the reality itself, for example, me, able to go the speed beyond Mach 10 without devices. One day while partially drunk after drinking beer cans, my device suddenly had a reincarnate to another world offer by none other the first patriarch himself. After reading and understanding, I accepted it, reincarnating to the world similar to the game I used to play. 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 and many more accounted, I came to accept 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'! While I'm able now utilize full of myself , living the way I want in this new life, time to watch, learn, and replicate the swordsmanship techniques of every poor son of the gun, be it monsters, or mankind, in this world. Oh yeah, did you know there's a form of magic in this world? P.S. Also published in Wattpad and Scribblehub

The story unfolds in **Qinghe Village**, a remote mountain settlement in modern-day southwestern China. Nestled among verdant peaks, this tight-knit community with unspoiled customs grapples with crumbling infrastructure, barren lands, and a dire lack of medical resources. Protagonist **Xu Ling**, orphaned in childhood and raised collectively by villagers, returns after graduating from an urban medical college, disillusioned by systemic corruption in city hospitals. His life pivots when a centuries-old ancestral tablet strikes his head during a housecleaning ritual, awakening his family’s lost legacy: the **《Shennong Medical Codex》**, a sacred text of ancient healing wisdom. **Opening (Prologue): On a sweltering summer night, Xu Ling is summoned by his widowed neighbor **Liu Shuxiang** under the pretext of treating her "chest discomfort." During the charged consultation, Liu reveals her plight: local tyrant **Ma Erwang** threatens to seize her land unless she pays extortionate "protection fees." Though morally outraged, Xu Ling’s rudimentary medical skills and social insignificance leave him powerless. The next day, Ma’s thugs demolish Liu’s vegetable plot. Xu’s attempt to intervene ends in a near-fatal beating. At death’s door, hieroglyphic passages from the *Shennong Medical Codex* materialize in his mind. Guided by instinct, he revives himself through emergency acupuncture, formally inheriting the Divine Physician’s mantle. **Core Conflicts: 1. **External Struggles: - **Tyranny & Exploitation**: Ma Erwang, backed by corrupt officials like Town Chief Lu Wanli, monopolizes village resources through violence, land grabs, and collusion with pharmaceutical polluters. - **Healthcare Crisis**: Villagers’ reliance on superstitious remedies and financial barriers to urban hospitals trap them in cycles of preventable suffering. Xu Ling must revitalize traditional medicine to combat systemic inequities. 2. **Internal Turmoil: - **Legacy vs. Desire**: Xu Ling navigates tensions between healing duties and personal aspirations, particularly in romantic entanglements with village belle **Fang Wenwen** and idealistic teacher **Qin Suyue**, who challenge his commitment to rural life. - **Ethical Ambiguities**: The *Shennong Codex*’s forbidden techniques—poison antidotes, geomancy rituals—force him to tread murky moral terrain. **Resolution: Rejecting lucrative urban hospital offers, Xu Ling establishes a grassroots TCM clinic and pioneers a "healing agriculture" model, empowering villagers through medicinal crop cultivation. His union with Fang Wenwen symbolizes their shared guardianship of the land. In the denouement, as he re-consecrates the ancestral tablet, Xu muses: *"A healer mends bodies, not worlds—yet how can one save lives without first defending the soil that nurtures them?" --- **Pivotal Scenes: - **Threshold Moment**: Xu’s flustered focus during Liu’s treatment—a mix of sweat and jasmine perfume—humanizes his saintly persona. - **Ancestral Awakening**: Near-death visions reveal lineage heroes—a Qing-era forebear curing malaria with arsenic, a WWII ancestor saving soldiers with battlefield herbs. - **Ecological Triumph**: Villagers digging emergency channels during torrential downpours to divert toxic effluents, then purging rivers with a *"Hundred Herbs Elixir"*—echoing Liu’s husband’s flood-related demise.