Dove Shampoo

Han Qiwu acquired a farm game system similar to Stardew Valley. While farming, fishing, and mining in his own fields, he can obtain high-quality loot. At the same time, he can also craft various ultra-high-quality farming tools, and he enjoys a brand new version loaded with an Oriental Mod! Peach blossoms bloom in March, picked to brew peach blossom wine. Loquats ripen in May, harvested to make loquat cake. Spring doves sing on the roof, white apricot flowers by the village. Learn recipes from Shennong, trade pets with Chiyou. Farming games are indeed fun, but playing can really be a grind! Fortunately, Han Qiwu gradually found the joy in grinding during his exploration...

When Tyler Foster lost his parents in a tragic accident, he was left to care for his younger brother, Leo, alongside their tough but loving grandma. Escaping reality, Tyler dove deep into anime, superhero lore, and over-the-top fantasy—embracing his inner chuunibyou, convinced that destiny had something epic in store for him. Then it actually happened. A mysterious system called OmniScript awakened within him, granting him godlike powers: the ability to create monsters, bestow powers, rewrite reality, and shift roles between hero, villain, or whatever persona he desired. At first, Tyler believes this godlike power is a sign—a warning of an impending calamity he was chosen to stop. So he trains, waits, watches... but nothing happens. Years pass. No apocalypse. No final boss. Just... life. By the time he turns 20, Tyler is no longer the wide-eyed dreamer he once was. The weight of endless power and no purpose crushes him. What’s the point of having unlimited power if there’s no ultimate battle to fight? That's why he decided, If no ultimate battle comes to him, he’ll make one himself. So Tyler makes a bold decision: he will fake his own death and use the OmniScript System to create both a world-saving hero and a world-ending villain. He will be the puppeteer, the writer, the god behind the curtain—watching the story unfold as both creator and spectator.

Elliot Dove has found himself in a new world now needing to traverse the new and exotic land he finds himself in.

Noa lost everything in a single day. Betrayed by the people around him and crushed by debt, his life seemed hopless. Even a track tried to finish him. And just before the world went black—time froze. Suddenly, Noa is no longer an average human—he is a Dimensional Tycoon, capable of buying and selling planets at market price. When gods need immortality, Noa sells them elixirs. When demon kings want weapons of mass destruction, they pay in cash. When heavens fall, he buys the land. When empires collapse, he auctions the ashes. Noa can trade anything, as long as the price is fair. He doesn’t conquer realms, because in this world, money is the greatest power—and Noa controls the market. After all, even divine beings knock on his door—not to fight, but to ask for a discount. But every tycoon has to start somewhere. For Noa, it began with selling shampoo to bald cultivators. Additional tags: No incest, No Rape, No Yuri, No Smut, No NTR, Evolution, Slice of life, Cultivation, Xianxia, Wuxia, Apocalipse, Dimensional Beings, Dragons

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE! **** He is the Devil who craves revenge against her entire bloodline. He's power-hungry, ruthless and untouchable. She is the Dove who is accidentally rescued by him. **** Anna Steele was never meant to exist. Stolen at birth by her father's mistress, and raised as the ‘illegitimate’ daughter of the powerful Steele family. She was treated as nothing more than a slave. Abused, neglected, and overlooked. Her life took an even darker turn when she was chased off a cliff into the river by her half-sister. To them, she was gone, erased from the family's perfect picture. Except Anna didn't die. She was rescued by a stranger. But her savior was no hero, he was her captor. Soon Anna learned that her family had already auctioned off a keepsake that belonged to her and wiped her existence clean. Vengeful, and desperate to reclaim what was hers, she struck a deal with the mysterious cold man who pulled her back from the brink of death. Little did she know, she was walking straight into a nightmare. **** Ten years. That was how long Alexander Vaughn had plotted his revenge against the Steele family. His hatred burned so deep with a merciless rage. He had no intention of showing mercy to anyone who ruined his life and made him miserable. He would destroy them all! That was until the daughter of the man he despised the most stumbled into his grasp. He thought she was heaven-sent. He would use her, then destroy her along with her family. Six months. That was all he needed from her, and the white-haired dove didn't resist.

The kingdom has fallen to the man with two faces. The princess has fled. The man with two faces craves her but can only find her copy -- Dove. Dove has lived her life as the shadow to a princess, and only in the most horrific of places, an infamous whorehouse known as the Aviary, does she learn to stand in the light. WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT. THE VIEWS AND ACTIONS EXPRESSED BY CHARACTERS ARE NOT REPRESENTATIVE OF MY VIEWS OR REAL LIFE.

THE SYSTEM THAT COULDN’T EVEN A Multiversal Breakdown in 404 Chapters or Less. Imagine if a post-apocalyptic webnovel took a toaster bath during a firmware update, woke up with a pigeon on its face, and forgot how to be a story. Now imagine that’s the plot. Welcome to The System That Couldn’t Even, a glorious middle finger to every overused webnovel cliché, written like someone locked Deadpool in a library full of light novels and gave him a typewriter made of spite. Meet Dave Miller He’s not the Chosen One. He’s not an elite cultivator. He doesn't get truck-kun’d. He’s not secretly royalty, a genius, or a demon lord’s reincarnated cat. He’s just a guy. A very tired guy. And unfortunately for the multiverse, he’s the only one who won’t cooperate with the System that’s supposed to save reality. When Dave’s malfunctioning Apocalypse Survival System tries to turn his life into a power fantasy, he glitches the tutorial, flips off the narrator, and kicks the plot in the nethers. Now reality itself is unraveling. The System’s breaking. The tropes are panicking. The Librarian, an eldritch AI who keeps the narrative universe “on brand,” wants him erased. Dave? He just wants to nap and eat expired canned soup in peace. Let’s Roast the Webnovel Genre, Shall We? This novel brutally parodies: System stories where MCs gain 300 skills and zero personality Villainess reincarnation arcs with more face-slaps than brain cells "Trash family" drama where everyone hates the MC for exactly 1 chapter until he's OP Academy arcs that are just Hogwarts with more trauma Cultivation levels named like shampoo products: “Qi Foundation Super Ultra Jade Core – Level 9” If you've ever rolled your eyes at another “cold and aloof CEO,” screamed at a “dense MC who accidentally builds a harem,” or wondered how everyone in these stories has twelve cheat skills before puberty — this book is for you. It’s not a power fantasy. It’s a power outage. Cast Includes: Dave Miller – Glitch in the matrix. Avatar of narrative rebellion. Cannot be trusted near plot devices or emotional scenes. Unit Alpha – A pigeon. Talks in autotune. Possibly God. Definitely a threat to continuity. Lumina Starshard – Hacker. Anti-Chosen One. Carries the story’s lore and its emotional weight while screaming. Ryuuji Kurogane – Reformed edgelord. Ex-rider of the motorcycle of defiance. Now wields glitter and sass. The Librarian – Your favorite villain’s favorite AI. Wants everyone neatly filed under “trope-compliant.” Hates Dave. With reason. What to Expect: Timeline-pruning bureaucrats Reality collapsing under sarcasm Talking pigeons as emotional support weapons Plot armor sold on black markets Heartfelt scenes ruined by fart jokes Fourth-wall demolitions Meta-horror inside abandoned tropes Actual emotional trauma buried under comedy Tags: Satirical Apocalypse | Anti-System | Webnovel Roast | Found Family with Brain Damage | Fourth Wall Abuse | Talking Animals | Meta Fiction | The Plot is Alive and It’s Mad | Existential Glitch Comedy | Weaponized Pacing Errors | Angst with Bonus Pigeon Summary in One Line: "What if the MC said ‘no’ to the plot — and the entire multiverse broke trying to fix him?"

The fan sequel to the anime Princess Principal. The "White Dove" team meets with an interesting guy who later becomes a member of the team. Whether this idea turns out to be a good one, whether they can get along, and what consequences it will lead to. P.s Events take place after the 1st season of the anime.

Title: His Favorite Poison: Until Death Makes Us Worse Genre: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | Possessive Male Lead | Tragedy | Obsession --- Synopsis: It started with a scream. Mira Thorne kicked the back of the driver’s seat, rage and fear blending in her bloodshot eyes. “Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice cracking. But the men in front only glanced at her through the rearview mirror—smirking, silent, and cruel. She kicked again. Harder. The car swerved. CRASH! Glass shattered. Tires screamed. The car flipped, spun, then hit a ditch with a thud. Mira’s body slammed into the door. Pain tore through her, but she didn’t wait. She crawled out. Ran. A flash of headlights nearly blinded her—another car almost crushed her bones, but she dove aside at the last second. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs shaking. Then she saw the forest. Thick. Dark. Unforgiving. She ran straight down the hill—stumbled—rolled—tumbled into the trees. The air tore her lungs, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, car doors slammed. Footsteps followed. “Stop running, Mira!” She didn’t. Gunshots rang out. Bang! A searing pain exploded in her arm. She screamed, fell again, rolled over dry leaves and stone. Still, she rose. And then… She saw it. A mansion. Dark stone. Down the hill. Looming like a sleeping beast. She ran. Her legs barely holding. Her blood soaking her sleeve. And just as she stumbled past a cluster of trees—she saw him. Standing at the edge of the mansion’s balcony. A glass of wine in hand. Eyes sharp and expression unreadable. Damien Voss. She screamed, desperate, broken. “Help me!” He only raised an eyebrow. And behind him—two tigers stepped into view, their fur glinting in the moonlight. Mira froze. The men still chased her. Gunshots behind. Her vision swam. Her legs gave out. But she stood. She ran toward the tigers. They lunged. She dodged—barely. Her mind screamed to survive. Her body obeyed. She reached the edge. Damien tilted his head. She collapsed in front of him, kneeling, gasping, kowtowing at his feet. > “Please… save me.” He crouched down, cold eyes meeting hers. His fingers curled under her chin. > “If I save you… what do I gain?” Behind them, one of the pursuers screamed— A tiger ripped into him. The others tried to escape. Too late. Damien raised his hand. The tigers stopped. Silent. Obedient. One man’s body was already torn open on the grass. Mira trembled. > “I’ll give you anything,” she whispered. “Money?” “Everything. My soul. My life. Just let me live.” Damien’s lips curved. He chuckled. Low. Dark. He waved his hand. Bullets rained. His guards appeared from the shadows and opened fire—merciless and precise. Mira flinched as blood splattered beside her. She didn’t dare move. --- If I can’t be happy, nobody can,” Mira says. “If I want you to be happy, you will be,” Damien replies. “I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way—including you.” “Then I’ll buy coffins for both of us—or we can share one.” “I’ll be your poison.” “Then I’ll take it.” “I will never be with you.” “Then you’ll be the reason the world ends.” “I don’t care if the world drowns in blood.” “Then I’ll make it happen—and you’ll be the star of the show, my little pet.” ____ She called herself a thorn. A curse. A walking poison. He called her entertainment, obsession—his favorite game. Even when he vomited blood, he reached for her. I told you I will be your death she said > “I’m attracted to poisonous flowers,” he replied “Till death tears us apart,” she whispered as she watch him frown in pain from the poison. “Till death tears us never,” he swore, pressing his lips to hers. warning warning the FL and the ml are red flags

Dove Sterling, a twenty-two-year-old CEO of one of the country's biggest beauty companies, is also the devoted mother of an adorable three-year-old boy. Four years ago, under the influence of a drug slipped to her by a so-called "friend," she unknowingly spent the night with a complete stranger—someone she couldn’t even remember afterward. Determined to move on, Dove’s world comes crashing down when she discovers she’s pregnant. As if that weren’t enough, she’s constantly surrounded by people waiting to see her fall. But Dove? She refuses to give them that satisfaction. She rises, stronger each time. Dante Lancaster, the owner of the world’s largest security firm and heir to one of the richest families, has never forgotten the mysterious woman from that unforgettable night. Her face is etched into his memory. His obsession with finding her only deepens when he discovers she is none other than the granddaughter of the man who once saved his life—a man Dante deeply respects. And then he learns the impossible—she's pregnant with his child. From that moment on, Dante vows to make her his. But life has its own plans. Dove disappears abroad, giving birth to their son while Dante battles his own demons, never taking his eyes off her from afar. Three years later, fate intervenes. Now responsible for Dove and her son's protection, Dante sees this as his second chance. But winning her heart—and dealing with a little boy fiercely protective of his mother—proves more difficult than he imagined. Dante’s biggest obstacle? His own son giving him constant headaches! ---

Physically and mentally exhausted from the harsh labor of a toxic corporation, salaryman Yuji Sakamoto slams down his resignation letter. Seeking to heal, he goes camping, only to wake up in an unfamiliar new world. He is granted a unique ability: [Conve∞]*, an infinite web shopping skill that allows him to procure any item from modern Japan. Using this power, he begins a self-sufficient slow life—making a living by selling modern conveniences like shampoo, building his own log cabin, and cultivating a farm. The peaceful days spent with his beloved dog, Haru, slowly begin to heal his weary heart. However, shadows soon start to fall upon his quiet existence: a mysterious beast lurking in the forest and a new contract with the Merchant's Guild, who have taken a keen interest in his special ability. Will Yuji be able to protect the small happiness he has finally found and his peaceful life with Haru? This is the tale of a former salaryman's survival slow-life in another world—one that's not always so laid-back!

The Princess of Aetherion, Philia, was born of light—an angel raised with the hope of becoming an Arch Angel. But fate had other plans. To secure peace between realms, she was offered in marriage to the King of the Abyss, Azazel—a demon of darkness, power, and cruelty. She never deserved such a fate, and yet she bore it with grace. For the sake of her people, she left behind her home, her wings of light… and her dreams. The Abyss devours all that enters it. And Azazel seemed to enjoy watching her fall. But peace was never what he wanted. He didn’t marry her for peace. He married her because she was his ------------ “Hush,” he whispered into her ear. Tears spilled freely from her closed eyes. She didn’t dare to open them—not with his breath on her neck, not with his darkness pressing against her so completely. And still… she endured. “Stop crying, Princess,” Azazel murmured. “Let’s enjoy the night.” He wrapped her in his arms like a hunter claiming a dove from its cage. Her wings trembled, pinned beneath the weight of his hold. She fought to move, to resist—her breath sharp, her body tense—but his strength didn’t falter. He never let go. Not now. Not ever. One hand slid over her waist, firm, possessive, reverent. The other tilted her chin upward, forcing her tear-stained face into the dim light—where every demon present could see what she had become. “Let me in, my bride,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her ear. Power bloomed—dark and suffocating—surging against her defenses like a tide. It coiled inside her, trying to consume her, force her body to surrender. But she resisted. Her light did not break. Not yet. “Still so stubborn,” Azazel muttered, amused. His voice was low with something more than hunger. “Let them watch, Philia. Aetherion is watching. This is your only chance… to show them who you truly are.” His hand moved again, grazing over her skin like the curse. His grip tightened. "What you are... is mine."

“Crowd-nim, what to do when you meet the chaotic monster of your creation?! Please give me helpful answers only because I think my protagonist wants me dead!” World’s Most Hated Awakener… That was the name of my story. Yoon JieMi was the bloodthirsty protagonist I created—and rewrote—twenty times. In every version, he was a monster: unhinged, mind-broken, terrifyingly beautiful. And in every version, he died alone. After being hit by a truck, now I’m inside his world. Worse? I’ve been assigned a ridiculous system— [Dangerous Male Lead Rehabilitation System] —with a panicking AI named QQ screaming in my ear: “Host-nim, please do something to calm him down! QQ is scared!” My mission? Save JieMi before he loses what’s left of his mind… or destroys the world. Here’s the problem, I don’t know which version of him this is. The cold one who kills for fun? The lonely one who burns everything to feel something? Or the misunderstood monster who died for the world? All I know is… The man I now depend on is the monster I created. What to do?! What to do?! “All this crying because I threw you into a den of monsters… Do you want me to kiss it better, Dove?” – Yoon JieMi.

I died in war... Or so I thought... On death's door, I was met by my sworn enemy. By the Church of Masse, the god-forsaken people that had taken everything. The people who secretly orchestrate the world by strings. My father's people. Yet they took me, honed me into a weapon of destruction, into a tool. But now I'll end them all, even if it's the last thing I'll do.

My assistant would never shut up about [The Fallen Swordmaster] He’s six years older than me, yet he clings to that story like a lifeline, praising every chapter as if it were holy scripture. I, on the other hand, had no patience for novels. After all, I’d already cracked the world’s toughest mysteries before I even turned twenty—fiction paled in comparison. But if my assistant was so obsessed, maybe this story would interesting. I dove in, skeptical but curious. It didn’t take long for my skepticism to harden into disappointment. Bland storylines. Characters that felt like cardboard cutouts. And when they finally did show some promise? It was completely ruined. I gave it two chapters—no more. That was all the time I was willing to waste. Then, as I was about to close the tab and move on, an email pinged into my inbox. 'Another case?' I thought, a flicker of excitement lighting up my mind. "Cases that will excite me like no other? A mystery that I can't solve? Well, if you put it that way… of course I have to accept."

“You can hate me, Keira. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine.” Keira Anastasya lives by one rule: never get tangled up with dangerous men. But then a mysterious letter crashes into her life, stamped with the name that could wreck everything: Rayan Alverdine, CEO of Imperium Tech cold as ice, with a reputation that cuts deeper than any blade. One deal. One year of forced marriage. One cruel bargain that saves her family… but shackles her freedom. Keira's no dove to be subdued. And Rayan? He's not one to quit. Behind fake smiles and billion-dollar business, they're playing a ruthless game of power and desire took fierce to qualify as business, too lethal to qualify as love. Because in this war of lies and smoldering stares, the only law they break is: never fall in love with your enemy.

O sei vittima o carnefice. Per il mondo, o sei bianco, o sei nero. Resta a te la scelta. Ma, tutti si macchiano. Chi col sangue e chi col senso di colpa. Veniamo costruiti da pensieri, azioni, verità e bugie. Quale tra queste è riconducibile alla vera realtà di noi stessi? Ogni vita ha il proprio peso ed ogni errore ha la sua conseguenza. Solo obbligandoti ad affrontare la realtà puoi andare avanti. E se non lo fai tu, tocca farlo ad un giudice. Quando ti ritrovi in un posto dove ciò che hai fatto ti viene messo su un tavolo non puoi nasconderti dietro alla negazione. Bisogna affrontare ciò che rimane. Ovvero te stesso, il freddo e la polvere di una cella. Fra vendette, bugie, verità, finzione, giustizia, sbarre, sbagli, colpe, manipolazioni, violenze, ideologie e segreti, tutto condurrà ad un'unica realtà dei fatti. Angeli dannati in cerca di emozioni e demoni disperati in cerca di pace. Lei, vittima del pericolo. Lui, vittima del crimine. ©copyright,tutti i diritti riservati

"You're back!" Elara sprang from the wooden bench near the door as her brother stepped inside, bruised and bleeding. "Caelum, what happened this time?" she gasped, rushing to his side. Caelum Solis, a lean young man with tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes, winced as he slumped into a chair. "Nothing new. Just a couple of thugs who wanted my coin more than I did," he muttered. They lived alone—just the two of them. He was all she had left, and she was the reason he kept going. Though he’d trained enough to pass the Guild’s physicals, his damaged mana core had left him stranded at F-rank, doing odd jobs no real adventurer wanted. Finding lost pets. Cleaning stables. Picking herbs. Barely scraping by. Elara, though gifted, suffered from a mana sickness that slowly stole her sight. Her treatment was expensive, and Caelum pushed himself to the brink just to afford the basics. Still, it was never enough. That night, as he tucked her into bed, he whispered, “Tomorrow, I’ll change everything.” --- At the edge of a newly discovered dungeon, Caelum stood behind a party of stronger adventurers. They snickered. “Dead weight’s here,” one said under his breath. He ignored them. He always did. Darius Flint, the B-ranked leader, raised a hand. “Standard sweep. It’s marked D-rank, but stay alert.” They entered the cave-like dungeon, and at first, everything was simple. Feral goblins. Weak beasts. The team barely broke a sweat. Caelum trailed behind, hauling gear. Only one person treated him kindly—Arianne Vale, a C-ranked healer with silver hair and a sharp tongue for bullies. Hours passed. Then the dungeon began to tremble. “Is it collapsing?” someone asked. “No... it’s shifting,” Darius muttered. “Stay close.” Then came the roar—deep, guttural, wrong. Darius's face paled. “Retreat! Everyone fall back!” But the floor gave way. They dropped into a massive chamber ringed with statues holding weapons. In the center, blazing with living fire, was the Pyroclasm—a beast of flame and fury. People panicked. Two adventurers made a break for the exit and were instantly decapitated by the animated statues. “Form a circle!” Darius barked, but chaos had already taken hold. A statue lunged. Caelum grabbed Arianne and dove aside. “Behind us!” he shouted. Adventurers were being cut down left and right. Desperate, Caelum yelled, “Run toward the Pyroclasm!” “Are you insane?” someone cried. “We’ll die either way!” Dragging Arianne, he sprinted forward. The Pyroclasm shrieked and surged toward him—then vanished into him. Caelum screamed as fire tore through his veins. His body writhed, burning... then exploded in a shockwave. The statues faltered. “Flame adaptation: mastered.” He rose. Flames clung to him like armor. Statues charged. He raised his hand—and fire answered. Explosions. Destruction. “Golems destroyed. Leveling up.” As silence fell, he collapsed, still smoldering. “Heal him!” Darius shouted. Arianne was already by his side.

She never meant to fall in love with her best friend… but feelings don’t ask for permission. Raven keeps her heart hidden behind silence and shadows. Dove is a burst of color, all laughter and sunshine. They’ve been inseparable since freshman year, but Raven’s secret—that she’s in love with Dove—has been eating her alive. When Dove, completely unaware, sets Raven up with a kind boy named Henry, Raven says yes to protect them both. But some truths don’t stay buried forever. As hearts get tangled and friendships are tested, Raven’s confession changes everything. And in the fallout, even Dove begins to wonder if the way she feels about Raven is more complicated than she thought. A quiet girl. A radiant best friend. A secret that won’t stay secret.

Chrysopeleia, the Golden Dove, was once a well known Saintess to the Goddess of the Sun. She lived her days in a small village tending to her people. That was before the vampires attacked. For 3 days and 3 nights she prayed to the Goddess for help but no answer came. Her village she loved so much was scattered by the vampires. A Vampiress classed Monarch, named Volana, found interest in her and turned Chrysopeleia against her will. Chrysopeleia begged her Goddess for assistance, all while she whithered in pain as she was turning in an abomination. Instead, the Goddess of darkness answered. This is a story of an abandoned saintess of light becoming the vampire wife of the Goddess of Darkness.

Il tempo non si può fermare. Tu sì, ma non lui. La vita continua. Ricomincia, si muove, va avanti, senza guardare in faccia nessuno. E tu, sei in grado di farlo senza guardarti alle spalle? Quando il passato diviene cenere ciò che puoi fare è costruirci sopra, che sia poi fatto coi pugni stretti ed i nervi tesi, il futuro che ti aspetta. Pieno di pericoli, di sfide, di fughe, di guai, di corse, di nuovi problemi e di nuove minacce a cui non sai dare un nome. Fra segreti svelati e nuove realtà misteriose non sempre si ha la soluzione, se non la morte su cui basavi le tue vecchie idee. Proprio là, dove si fermava sia la ragione che il suo contrario. E se il tempo non si può fermare neanche la resa dal passato lo può fare. Rimane solo da far fronte ad ogni cosa che ci si parerà davanti. E tu, sei in grado di farlo senza averne paura? @copyright,tutti i diritti riservati

(TW: Implied Cannibalism) In society, the most basic unit is Family. It is the place where children are born and taught about the world around them, where they pick up the fundamental values that which becomes ingredients for when they grow up as adults. Yet, for those who had been snuffed out the luxury of this, those whom are born and raised in a nest of crows...how can a fledging dove escape? For such snow, there could only be so much red.

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Throughout history, men have sung the praises of eagles and doves. Yet none dared to speak of the crows—shadows in the same sky, unseen, unwanted. This is their story. The saga of restless corpses, drifting through the ages. The tale of a clan raised on blood, nursed by the blade. A bastard, scorned by the world, kindled a fire in the hearts of the forsaken. The crows, once trampled beneath the feet of kings, rose with swords in hand. And at their helm stood the most ruthless of them all—the son of a bit*h who united them. This is the tale of my son—the strongest, richest, most feared man in the murim, you bloody mother—!

SOLD TO THE IMPERIAL COLD PRINCE ....."You're My Angel" and "I'm Your Handsome Devil"........ When the imperial prince whom everyone fears appears as docile as a dove in front of you. The one who kills without blinking or hesitating, now turns out to your lover in the past Amelia a young,beautiful, hardworking maiden who's supposed to be the dukes daughter but was exchange on the day of her birth with a concubines daughter. Nutured and raised by a palace maid, Amelia is deemed to live her life as a servant but fate has a special plan for her....she thought of herself unlucky when she was sold to the most feared prince In the capital not until the truth is revealed and the steamy romance of the imperial prince and a supposed to be duke's daughter palace maid What will happen at the imperial palace? How is she going to survive? with the cruel prince? What led to the steamy romance of a prince and a maid? Discover all answers and the deepest and most pleasurable secret of this two in the story.