Yellow Sentai Morph

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's Luna, the FL... Her skin and clothes are morphing into shimmering scales from her dragon power. Remember Sailor Moon? Magical girls? Now imagine if the magical outfit wasn’t a cute dress, but an actual dragon! The dragon is the dress... It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss, pulling off the ultimate power move. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library. It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill. Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing, To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story. If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition. Keep in mind.

In 1919, Donnie's soul traversed into the United States. To start off, Donnie, just a soldier who had recently stepped down from the battlefields of World War I, was framed by his superior. Before the Prohibition era began, he took over a bar in Atlantic City. With the perspective of a transmigrator and ruthless tactics, he gradually became the largest bootlegger in America. In the roaring twenties, Donnie delved into bootlegging, ran beauty pageants, built his career, and stormed Wall Street. Decades later, when people studied modern American history, they found that the name 'Donnie Block' was one they simply could not ignore!!!

Who in this world can escape death? No matter how unparalleled your beauty, how radiant you shine above all, in the end, you become but a skeleton. Even if you are a generation's pride, sitting on vast lands, in the end, you will also turn into a scoop of yellow earth. However, the legend of eternal life has always persisted in the world. The elderly have passed down that beyond the human world, there exists a vast place known as the World of Longevity...

Being re-birthed as a cell, Han Dong utilized the power of the Prison code and came into a parallel world where the Ancient Ones have awakened. A steam powered civilization, horrifying subspaces, the Ancient King of the Eternal Night and strange monsters lurking outside the city. The door of Destiny has been opened - Crusaders, Library, Control, Machinery and Mysticism would become the new growth system for human development. The hymn of Humanity is the song of courage! The brave and dauntless Knights Regiments, riding into the world ruled by the Ancient King to seize back the freedom that belongs to mankind.

Chapter 1–4: The Manhole, the Slime, and the Truth I was just an ordinary office worker—living the same routine every day. Until one afternoon… I saw it. A manhole cover, left open in the middle of the street. Before I could step back, I slipped. Darkness. And then... a voice. > "Why are you here?" I wasn’t sure. Maybe this was a dream. Or death. A glowing white figure hovered in the void, then whispered: > "You shouldn’t be here. Let me send you somewhere else." A blinding light, and my body vanished. --- I woke up. But something felt… wrong. My arms, my legs—they were gone. > “What… am I?” I tried to scream, but all that came out were strange, garbled sounds—like a broken radio signal. Then memories—maybe someone else’s?—flashed through my mind. > "Don't leave me… please…" Panicking, I leapt toward a nearby mirror. My reflection? A blob. Yellow. Slime. I was no longer human. Outside the ruined building I’d woken in, I saw something horrifying: A massive zombie, rotting and growling. And beside it… a glowing scythe. The pain in my head grew unbearable—then I blacked out again. --- > "Yo! Finally awake?" A mysterious man, cool-looking, stood beside me—holding the same scythe. I wanted to ask where I was, but my voice was still all noise. A man in a white coat walked over: > “Fascinating… this one isn’t just any slime. Could be one of his creations.” > “You mean him?” > “Yes. But its purpose? Unclear. According to its growth rate, it should already be dead.” Dead? But I was still moving—still thinking! > “I’ll take him to the Slime Research Facility.” And just like that, I was handed over like some experiment. --- The "Reaper" (that’s what they called the scythe guy) took me to a strange city. Tall walls separated it from the wasteland outside. Here, humans and slimes lived together—some working, some just… existing. As we passed by, a golden-colored slime with a chef’s hat suddenly approached: > "Why are you following the Reaper? Shouldn't you be cooking or something?" I responded with my usual radio-sound mess. But strangely… the chef slime nodded. > "Oh, I see. If that’s the case, no problem… but you’re lucky he didn’t slice you in half."

In a kingdom where emotions fuel magic, everyone is trained to control their feelings—because too much love, rage, or grief can literally level a city. But Ariya, a seventeen-year-old girl born with "null magic" (zero emotional magic response), is the anomaly: unbothered, unmagical, and totally free in a society ruled by restraint. Until... she accidentally saves a dying mysterious boy—Kael, who turns out to be the last heir of a cursed bloodline, banished centuries ago. His emotions are magic. Unfiltered. Explosive. And now bonded to Ariya, the only person who can suppress his chaos and stop the ancient curse eating him alive. Together, they’re forced into hiding. But there’s a catch: the more time they spend together, the more Ariya begins to feel. And as she starts to awaken emotionally, her null magic doesn't disappear—it morphs. She doesn’t just feel things. She begins to absorb and amplify the emotions of those around her, turning her into a magical bomb of empathy. As enemies close in and kingdoms wage war over control of Kael’s unstable powers, Ariya must choose: Stay emotionally numb and safe, Or unlock her power, fall in love, and risk losing everything in a magical meltdown that could destroy them both.

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

#WSA2025 Word went around that no one that had ever knocked on the esteemed Eleazar family’s doors seeking shelter were turned away. Fleeing the prince of Lustris no less, Arabella Sterling held out hope that those weren’t mere rumors as she crossed the border over to Umbraria, home to all creatures of the night. A land where noble blood like hers was a highly coveted delicacy. As such, she wasn’t turned away, but since the Eleazars ran no charity, Arabella was compelled to become the sole blood provider to the heir of the family in exchange for safety. Though never, in a million years, did she imagine that what had started as a simple trade off, could morph into a swirl of tangled passion when the cold and stoic vampire she served showed interest in the young woman beyond the crimson nectar coursing her veins.

Kellen Woods grew up never knowing a normal world. By the time he could walk, his mother and father had already sealed several serious gates that threatened the safety of his hometown. By the time his sister was born, they were famous worldwide. So the world held their breath for when Kellen and his sister came of age, waiting to see what kind of power they would awaken. His sister was just like his mom, same power, same class, while Kellen, woke up one day to find out what it meant to be special in a family the world watched. But in the worst way. Awakening weaker then your powerful parents wasn’t unheard of, but when your younger sister awakened at the same class as your parent, anyone would feel inferior. And Kellen, never one to ask for hand outs, left the comfort and safety of his hometown to become better than the weak brat everyone thought he was. Kellen went to the front lines, to where the gates normally broke out. From there, Kellen worked hard, and then worked some more until no one could doubt that he was good at his job. He got so good that even with his lower class, people would still hire him to help. But Kellen never took it to heart. He had learned a valuable lesson on the front lines. Classification only meant shit if you walked back out of the gate. Otherwise, shut your mouth and listen to those with more experience. They determined who made it out alive or not. But Kellen was tired now. He had gotten everything out of his system, and the fast paced life on the front lines didn’t suit him anymore. Now, he wanted to go home, buy a house, maybe find a nice man to settle down with, and live a normal life. All the while, the yellow eyes he’d met on the front lines haunted him, no matter how much he tried to forget about them. Especially since the Esper they were attached to refused to let him go.

In a world where faith fuels power and Divinity separates legends from mortals, Saints are the last line of defense against a rising tide of evil — demons, warlocks, witches, vampires, and other creatures birthed from shadows and sin. At the heart of this holy war stands Saint Academy, the most elite institution on Earth where chosen youths are trained to become divine warriors. But entry into this world is reserved for the powerful... and the privileged. Until now. Damien Gray, a 15-year-old boy from the slums, has nothing — except a brave heart, a worn-out hooded jacket, and a flicker of Divinity so dim it's almost invisible. Ranked Zadkiel, the lowest of the seven ranks, he is mocked, dismissed, and unwanted. But everything changes when Damien saves a family during a supernatural battle between a powerful warlock and the strongest Saint alive — John Davis, a Michael-ranked legend. Impressed by Damien’s courage, John secretly sponsors him into Saint Academy. Now thrust into a world of golden towers, cruel elites, and divine expectations, Damien must prove he belongs — not just to the Academy, but to the heavens themselves. The Divinity Ranking System: Michael (White Divinity): The apex of sainthood. Near-godlike power. Gabriel (Blue): Exceptionally rare. Masters of advanced miracles. Raphael (Green): Highly respected. Elite healers and combatants. Uriel (Gold): Skilled and battle-hardened saints. Jophiel (Yellow): Promising students with strong potential. Camael (Pink): Basic level with average abilities. Zadkiel (Violet): The weakest level, barely above a normal human. Most students struggle to rise even one rank. Few ever touch Raphael. Only one has ever reached Michael — John Davis. And now, Damien wants to surpass him. With his mother’s love as his anchor, divine power awakening within, and enemies waiting to crush him, Damien sets out to climb the sacred ladder. But the Academy holds secrets. And some doors should never be opened... Will Damien rise, or will the fire of fate consume him first?

Title: 70s Rebirth to a Military Wife; Hello! Chief! {All Reserved} Li Hua who thought she was born from a lovable family,having a childhood bestfriend and a well unknown underground Organization as a serious machine killer. She was best at everything,a genius since birth.... unbeknownst to her till the very end where she realized she was all along Just a Used Dog for their satisfaction. She knew was special from young and has she laid on the dying floor she knew all the pains was over Just as she was loosing conciounes she said to herself"If I could live again..." she smiled then continued " I would live like this pretty yellow flower"saying slowly as she died.... NB. just a beginner and a serious writer to earn earns meet as a student please do like,vote and share your thoughts to me

In the age of interstellar exploration, three hundred years ago, Mage explorers from the yellow river planet took their first step towards outer space. It was a joyous event for every mage on that planet, yet unfortunately, space is dominated by other races. The Peak level Mage from the Yellow River Planet was the weakest power in existence among other outer space races. It's a cruel reality for everyone. From then on, every mage from the Yellow River Planet began to increase their power level by consuming outer space resources. Then they constantly researched, upgraded the power level system and tried to pave the way for the next generation of space explorers. Now, our MC Vincent Carey's ambition is to be the next generation of space explorers. How is he going to increase his strength and compete among other races to get resources? How is the unknown little yellow river planet going to be known and feared by others? --- To find out further, read my new novel and support it with the power stones and golden tickets. Current Plan- 7Chaps/ Week. Target- 50 Golden Tickets/ Week - 14Chaps/Week ... Disclaimer: Fantasy and Fictional Story. Society is similar to Modern-day Earth.

Kazel was a powerful tyrant and a warrior in his world before he was reincarnated as a sickly boy in another world where one could cultivate with their souls.

Desmond Se White is an immortal. But after a failed suicide attempt and the mysterious death of a mortal girl, he is sentenced to the High Prison buried beneath Eden. There, in the darkness, he meets his only cellmate—an enigmatic prisoner known only as Yellow. And soon, Desmond will be forced to choose between surviving the prison… or bargaining with something far older than it.

As soon as Luo Yan graduated, he immediately got an offer from a prestigious gaming company. He thought all his hard work finally paid off. And he would finally reach the pinnacle of life. But then, on his first day of work, a potted plant fell on his head and he died. Surprisingly, when he thought he would cross the Yellow River, he suddenly woke up and found himself in the body of a 17 year old boy. This body had the same name as him but completely different background. Because the original was the second young master of the Luo family - one of the most powerful family in S City. Luo Yan almost cried. God probably took pity on him and decided to give him a loving family with a wealthy background. He didn't have to work hard anymore. Studying like his life depended on it and pretending to be a holy father just to cater to people. So Luo Yan decided to be a salted fish and just shamelessly sell meng. A certain male god who always bought Luo Yan's meng: Yan Yan is so cute! Why is Yan Yan so cute?? Cold faced on the outside, a cinnamon roll on the inside Gong X Super beautiful, black-belly Shou.

> “They said time heals everything—but what if time just makes the silence louder?” After three years, he came back. His smile was the same... but my heart wasn’t. A yellow-haired boy with a broken laugh. A silver-haired stranger with blood on his hands. A city full of shadows, regrets, and memories that never died. This isn't just a high school love story. It's about forgetting... remembering... and falling all over again, even when it hurts. He’s dangerous. I’m broken. And maybe we were never meant to find each other again... But somehow, we did.

There was a young boy named Diamond who had a younger sister named Aika. They lived with Sofia and Mark, who were their stepmother and stepfather. Diamond and Aika had been found by Sofia and Mark in a dark alley, and they took them in as their children. Although they had developed a strong bond as a stepfamily, the details of their past remained a mystery. It was speculated that their biological families had abandoned them, but in truth, there was a more complicated reason for their evacuation from a dangerous situation. Since their adoption, Sofia and Mark had been curious about the children's unique appearances. Diamond had bright yellow hair and mismatched eyes—yellow on the right and light blue on the left. His eyes had an unusual ability to glow and shine, a trait that ordinary humans do not possess. Aika, on the other hand, had light blue hair and similar eyes, though her colors were reversed. While their distinctive looks attracted curiosity from others, Diamond felt happy in his new family. In reality, he was aware of the reason his original family had abandoned them—a tragedy that had left him traumatized. Despite his fears, he longed for the warmth and love of his new family to last forever. However, the shadow of that past loomed over him, and he stood there, filled with fear, tears, and disbelief as the tragedy he had witnessed unfolded before his very eyes.

The world plunged into an age of apocalypse, dyed crimson with blood and ash. Vibrant cities became grotesque ruins, spawning ravenous monsters and terrifying Awakened. Rune was once a brutal dominator, a symbol of power in this desolate new era. His hands were stained with the blood of countless enemies, his will an unyielding iron that tolerated no betrayal. Yet, it was those he trusted most, those he fought to protect, who plunged knives deep into his back, stripping him of everything: power, status, and the last vestiges of his humanity. Left for dead on the precipice of oblivion, Rune's soul twisted with unimaginable agony. In that moment of absolute despair, a horrific power erupted within him – Flesh Manipulation. Now, with a mere thought, he can contort muscle, shatter bone, and reshape living matter according to his cruel will. He can erupt with razor-sharp claws, morph his body into an impenetrable biological shield, or twist his foes into screaming, unrecognizable masses of organic horror. Rune rises from the ashes not as a hero, but as the very embodiment of vengeance. Every step he takes marks the end for those who betrayed him. Dark conspiracies are exposed, and rotten alliances crumble beneath his brutal hand and grotesque power. He is no longer the arrogant leader of old, but a living nightmare, an unstoppable storm of destruction. Witness the bloody path of Rune's relentless revenge and the thrilling, gruesome action that unfolds. In this ruthless world, compassion is a forgotten luxury, and only the strong dictate destiny. Will he complete his horrifying vendetta, or will he become an inescapable monster, trapped by his own destructive power?

Mandy Morgan thought she had her life figured out—until it all shattered. Working as a competent manager at Vienna Suites in Owerri, Nigeria, Mandy carries the scars of a previous relationship that nearly destroyed her. Lonely yet guarded, she finds unexpected solace in a mysterious online connection with Jayson Anderson, a dark, alluring man who quickly consumes her heart and mind. What starts as a few flirtatious chats soon morphs into something deeper and dangerously intoxicating. Jayson is everything Mandy never thought she needed—dominant, enigmatic, and emotionally elusive. Their late-night conversations become her escape, even as red flags begin to appear. Mandy’s heart overrules her reason. She knows he’s not offering commitment, yet she clings to the illusion that he might change. After two intense months, she travels to Abuja to meet him, and reality hits harder than expected. Jayson is charming in person, just as magnetic as his messages promised—but emotionally distant and cold when she needs him most. Their time together is passionate and unforgettable, yet every tender moment is followed by a wave of detachment. Upon returning to Owerri, Mandy begins to unravel. Jayson becomes less present, more absent, and painfully unreliable. Meanwhile, Nathan Hydes, a wealthy and kind-hearted executive she meets through work, begins to show interest in her. Nathan is everything Jayson is not—attentive, stable, patient. But Mandy is too emotionally entangled in her illusion to truly see him. As weeks pass, Jayson ghosts her, returns with weak apologies, then disappears again, leaving Mandy stuck in a painful limbo of hope and confusion. Her emotional decline becomes visible at work. Rumors among staff about inappropriate affairs trigger Mandy’s fierce sense of professionalism, and she begins to assert control—but inside, she's crumbling. With Christmas around the corner, Mandy’s best friend Hazel arrives from abroad and immediately notices her friend’s decline. Hazel becomes the voice of truth, urging Mandy to wake up and see Jayson for who he really is—a fantasy, a carefully crafted illusion of love. Slowly, Mandy is forced to confront the painful truth: her relationship with Jayson was never real—it was all desire, not devotion. Heartbroken and disillusioned, she begins the long journey toward healing. Even when Nathan expresses his love and offers her a fresh start, Mandy isn’t ready. She’s broken, confused, and lost. But she knows one thing for sure—she has to choose herself this time. My Illusion – Part One is a raw, emotionally gripping dark romance that explores the pain of loving someone who never truly loved you, and the struggle of reclaiming yourself after being consumed by false hope. It’s a haunting journey of desire, deception, and the slow, painful path toward self-discovery.

"Not my cover if you would like it taken down let me know" In the year 2028 the world had a massive outbreak no one could find a cure or where it started to begin with. When you got it you didn't know until you vomited blood and your skin turned yellow, by the time they made a cure for it it took 3/4 of the population in the year 2032.

If the world hadn’t already ended, Warren Smith would’ve become a serial killer. He was built for it cold, precise, methodical. Not driven by rage or trauma, but by a hunger for control. A creature of discipline and detachment. In the old world, he would’ve been studied. Hunted. Locked away. But the old world is long gone. Centuries ago, something broke everything broke. Civilization collapsed under its own weight, swallowed by unchecked ambition, mass failure, and rot. The cities fell. The satellites died. People learned to fear silence because silence meant they’d been forgotten. And then, hundreds of years later, came the System. Sold as a cure. Marketed as salvation. A new architecture to stitch the ruins back together. Embedded in human minds through chips and fragments, it offered power, skills, survival. It promised to lift the desperate into something more than just broken survivors. It lied. The System was never built to save anyone. It was a leash. A filter. A machine designed to manage what was left not fix it. It turned people into data. Into stats. Into expendable roles with preset fates. But Warren wasn’t part of that design. He’s what the System missed. What it couldn’t see. An Aberrant unregistered, unreadable, ungovernable. He moves through the shattered world not as a man, but as something becoming legend. A ghost in the mist. The silence before the violence. He doesn’t crave recognition. He doesn’t ask for power. He takes it quietly, completely, and without permission. Because Warren doesn’t survive the System. He dissects it. And what he builds from its broken parts is entirely his own. Even in a world of collapse and cruelty he’s the one thing still coming for Yellow Jacket is a post-apocalyptic, cyberpunk, stat-driven, hard sci-fi series with: a brutal anti-hero deep system mechanics cat-fueled chaos and a world built on lies.

I didn’t know how reality morphed into this, but I do know how it will ultimately end — in death.

In the heart of Velocity City, a sprawling urban jungle known for its underground racing scene, 25-year-old Kayden Hart struggles to keep his father’s failing auto shop afloat. Known for his unparalleled skills in tuning engines, Kayden has a deep love for vintage Japanese cars, especially his Toyota AE86 Sprinter Trueno Apex, a hand-me-down from his late mother. Despite being considered outdated by modern standards, Kayden’s AE86 becomes a symbol of resilience, precision, and nostalgia in a world dominated by newer, sleeker models. On the other side of the city, Elena Voss, a 27-year-old investigative journalist, has a secret to uncover. She's after the truth about The Apex Run, a shadowy racing syndicate responsible for deadly accidents and rumored criminal activity. To gain entry into this clandestine world, Elena enlists Kayden’s help, offering to pay for his shop’s overdue debts in exchange for a partnership. Kayden reluctantly agrees, and together they enter The Apex Run, where racers showcase their souped-up machines. The competition includes a variety of iconic cars, such as: Toyota GT86: Driven by Kayden’s closest ally, Mia Takeda, a feisty racer with a knack for drifting. Mercedes-Benz AMG GT Black Series: Piloted by Victor "Phantom" Kane, Kayden’s ruthless rival with a history of sabotage. Nissan GT-R R35: A modern monster, driven by Marcus Steele, a millionaire playboy with a penchant for dirty tricks. Mazda RX-7 FD: Elena's undercover ride, secretly modified to hide surveillance tech. Characters: Kayden Hart: A scrappy, self-taught mechanic with a deep respect for classic cars. His AE86 is not just a car but a piece of his family legacy. He has a calm demeanor but harbors a fiery passion for racing. Elena Voss: Intelligent and headstrong, Elena has little knowledge about cars but learns quickly. She’s drawn to Kayden’s passion and begins to see racing as more than just a sport—it’s an art. Mia Takeda: Kayden’s childhood friend and confidante. She’s a fearless drifter with a Toyota GT86 built for speed and style. Victor "Phantom" Kane: A cold, calculating antagonist who will stop at nothing to win. His Mercedes-Benz AMG GT represents his obsession with perfection and power. Plot: Kayden and Elena form an unlikely bond as they navigate the dangerous world of underground racing. From neon-lit cityscapes to winding mountain roads, they face off against opponents in heart-pounding races. Their relationship grows deeper as Elena learns to appreciate the artistry of car culture, while Kayden finds himself opening up about his personal struggles. As the stakes escalate, the pair discovers that The Apex Run isn’t just about racing—it’s a front for illegal arms smuggling. Kayden’s decision to stand against the syndicate puts his life and Elena’s in grave danger. In a climactic showdown, Kayden races Phantom on a deadly mountain pass, where every twist and turn tests not only their driving skills but also their courage and loyalty. Cars in Detail: 1. Kayden’s Toyota AE86 Sprinter Trueno Apex: Classic black-and-white panda paint scheme. Modified with a high-revving 4A-GE engine, lightweight carbon-fiber panels, and advanced suspension for drifting. Equipped with nostalgic touches like a cassette player that Kayden refuses to replace. 2. Elena’s Mazda RX-7 FD: Bright yellow body with subtle black accents. Rotary engine tuned for both speed and stealth. Hidden compartments for her recording equipment. 3. Victor’s Mercedes-Benz AMG GT Black Series: Sleek matte black with crimson details. Twin-turbo V8 engine producing 730 horsepower. Designed for straight-line speed and intimidation. 4. Mia’s Toyota GT86: Metallic blue with silver racing stripes. Turbocharged engine and lightweight frame for drifting. Known for its aggressive styling and signature exhaust note.

Ye Xiong was an infamous war machine — feared by the world and known to many as the God of Death. After an incident, he returned to Jiangnan city and faked a marriage to the Ice Queen President, Yang Xinyi. This is the story of a shameless sugar baby and his quest to conquer a group of beautiful girls, including the Ice Queen President, and win their hearts!

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.

Humans no longer get to live under a blue sky and yellow sun. In fact, most have never even heard of it. But Leon had, his mother used to tell him stories about the cool wind, about the moon that shined blue and silver instead of red. Leon will do anything to see that blue sky.

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