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Nobody's perfect. We all have flaws. We all carry the weight of what makes us human—unrealized potential, fleeting ambition, procrastination, or settling for a life of mediocrity. For most, it’s just part of living. For Alexander Hawthorne, it was all he knew. Born into privilege in the gleaming city of Kaelion, Xander had every advantage: wealth, status, a name that commanded respect. But beneath the surface, he drifted—unmotivated, uncertain, and haunted by the sudden loss of his mother. The fire within him had dimmed, leaving only the shadow of what he could become. Until that day. The day he stumbled upon a secret his family kept buried for generations. A mantle of power, a destiny so heavy it could break any unworthy soul. The path to becoming a Sovereign—was not given, it was earned. And it was guarded by unimaginable trials, enemies wearing familiar faces, and truths that could shatter everything Xander thought he knew about his family and himself. To rise, he must shed the man he was and embrace the warrior he’s meant to be. Because in a multiverse on the brink of chaos, where legacies are forged or destroyed, failure is not an option. But is he ready to claim the mantle… or will he be the Hawthorne that lets it all crumble? Come along on this journey with me and see for yourself.

Haruki didn't know who he was, where he came from, or for what purpose he existed. For three years, he had lived on instinct, scraping by with the rudimentary sword skills he'd gained through life-and-death encounters, eking out a meager existence. He had long resigned himself to the belief that he would muddle through life until his luck ran out and death finally claimed him. That was, until he met the general—clad in gleaming silver and blue armor—cutting through enemies with the grace and ease of someone sipping tea at a garden party. Haruki couldn't look away. By the time Haruki realized just how deep the pit he had fallen into was, he had already willingly offered his life. But things weren’t as simple as exchanging deep feelings—especially when you’re repeatedly robbed of your memories, and there’s the looming risk of losing the ability to even create new ones with the person you hold dear. In the end, will Haruki be able to remember? And Lanling—can he break free from the curse? ~#~#~#~#~#~ Bright and lively gong (Haruki) x calm and collected shou (Lanling) #GongProtagonist It's a tragic love story with a HE.

Excerpts~ Her blood is a curse—a sweet, deadly curse that I can’t stop tasting. It coats my tongue, warm and heady, like it was made to undo me. I hate her for how good it feels. Hate myself more for not stopping. She doesn’t pull away. No, she’s watching me, her lips curving like she’s already won. Her pulse pounds against my mouth, steady and unafraid, and it makes me want to devour her whole. “Enjoying yourself?” she asks, her voice soft, taunting. I don’t answer. Can’t. My grip tightens around her wrist as I pull back, her blood still burning on my lips. She tilts her head, mockery gleaming in her eyes, and I know she’s baiting me. “Does it bother you,” she whispers, “how easily I let you take it?” The words cut deeper than they should. Before I can think, I shove her back against the wall, my body caging hers. Her smirk doesn’t falter. It dares me. Push harder. “You really don’t know when to stop,” I growl, my voice rough, guttural. “Neither do you,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping to my mouth. And then I snap. I crush my lips to hers, tasting blood and defiance and her. She gasps against me, her fingers curling into my shirt like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. Every ounce of self-control I had shatters as I press harder, deeper, desperate to consume her completely. She shouldn’t feel this good. Kissing her should be a mistake. But the way she responds—the way her mouth moves against mine—feels like I’ve just ignited something I’ll never be able to extinguish. **** His kiss is fire. A raw, scorching blaze that steals the breath from my lungs and sets every nerve in my body alight. It’s unexpected, wild, and completely reckless—like him. For a moment, I freeze, my hands against his chest, ready to push him away. I should stop this. I need to stop this. But the heat of his mouth, the way his hands grip my waist like he can’t let go, makes it impossible to move. “Damn it, Killion,” I whisper against his lips, trying to muster the strength to pull back. But then he groans—low, desperate—and it unravels me. He kisses me harder, deeper, and I’m drowning in him. My fingers curl into his shirt, dragging him closer, even as my mind screams at me to stop. This is dangerous. He’s dangerous. But right now, I don’t care. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. I hate how good it feels. Hate how much I want him in this moment, even when I know it’s a bad idea. When he finally pulls back, his breath ragged, his lips are swollen and red. His eyes lock on mine, dark and stormy, and I know we’ve just crossed a line we can never uncross. “You really don’t know when to quit,” I say, my voice shaky, trying to sound composed. His lips twitch, a shadow of his usual smirk. “Neither do you.” ***** In a world where power is the only currency and betrayal is a shadow at every corner, the fae and the demon must navigate a dance of lies and desires, where every touch is a weapon and every secret could shatter their fragile alliance. But as their game of cat and mouse spirals into something more dangerous, they'll discover the line between love and hate is thinner than they ever imagined. And in the Undercity, where hearts burn and, passion can be the deadliest weapon of all. Will Rosé find the truth she seeks, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she's trying to escape?

Ren Jiang, an introverted architect, died. He found himself transmigrating into a psychotic villain of the novel he read. Thinking about gaining new martial powers, he excitedly stepped out of the door. He did not get the powers but ended up face to face with a childhood friend who was obsessed with the original body. Ren, "..." Trying to get rid of the obsessed friend he found himself entangled in life and death situation with none other than the male lead. Ren, "... Please, leave me alone!" With the help of his system, Ren, now, Dorion, tried warding off the evil people and correcting original's evil ways. He finally achieved a peaceful life.... Not really. Even, when he carefully avoided any troublesome interactions with the main leads, he still, ended up catching the eye of the male supporting character. A person who appeared at the end of the novel, just to torture the original Dorion. Even when the original owner begged for death, he was cured to be tortured again. Ren, "..." Looking at the tall figure coming towards him, Ren sneakily tried to wiggle his way out, "I'll l-leave right now. I-I didn't m-mean to come here…” Kade Death laughed, his wine-red eyes gleamed with amusement. He easily trapped the beautiful person in his arms, "My sweet, you didn't actually think that I would let you go, right? The scared Ren, "..." I did, But I dare not say! "I let you go once, angel, not anymore..." Ren, "...System, H-Help!" System, "Why don't you help me?!!!! Save me from the claws of this nine-tailed fox!!!!" ---------------------------------------------------------- "It's a slow burn. You have been warned... There will be smut... but at later parts. (after 100 chapters...) .............................................................

Check out my new novel: My Seven Beautiful Sins! °°°°° Alexander Kael Touch, a self-made young billionaire, found his meteoric rise tragically cut short on a school trip. But fate had other plans, whisking him and his classmates away to a realm of swords and magic – a world where power manifested as unique: ''Gifts." While friends awoke to magnificent Gifts, Alex's Gift yielded only two enigmatic guns: one gleaming silver, the other shrouded in black. Worse, he couldn't use magic like his peers, drawing scorn and derision. Yet, fueled by an unyielding spirit and a burning dream, Alex refused to falter. In this new world, he craved not wealth, but the strength to forge his own destiny. One goal burned bright: to rise once more, not to the peaks of financial power, but to the pinnacle of strength and control. This is the chronicle of Alexander Kael Touch, the boy with two guns in a world of wonders. A tale of relentless struggle, forged in the crucible of mockery and doubt. A journey to the apex, where the scorned student will become the ultimate warrior. Whispers of the "Death Guns Master" stir, echoes of a legend rising from slumber. The world may have forgotten them, but they are coming back. †††††††††††† Nickaido's here with D-Guns, do not expect the smartest MC because he was once a billionaire, is still young, he has his flaws, he will learn and grow, so will the other characters. At the beginning other characters are stronger but worry not everything will change starting from around chapter 80 onward. Also sorry in advance because some of the female characters have strong backgrounds but it's for the sake of the future story, this book is just the start, I'm still improving. Sorry in advance, English is not my first language, so they may be grammatical errors and misspelled words. Please bear with me. I'm trying to improve to provide a better story. Starting from chapter 200th, I have started using Grammarly premium to help me with the English, so I think it's become better. As for the earliest chapters, I have started to re-edit them slowly; I will do more as I get more time. Maybe hire a professional editor when I can. Once again, this is not some sophisticated story; it has many flaws, which I'm trying to learn from; however, this doesn't make the story less enjoyable. Would you please give it a try? Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7MRsHg33tv

Coming to my senses... I find myself a desperado. In the depths of azure, black sails flutter. Treasure gleams, blades ring out. Pillage, slaughter, irreverence towards the gods. Youth fades swiftly, all but meat and wine for pleasures. [Slice of Life][Romance Simulation][Business Simulation]

Two centuries after the Great War, peace between humans and werewolves was finally achieved, or so everyone believes. Werewolves reign like gods, and humans remain blissfully unaware of their true place in the new world order. To maintain this fragile balance, each year, a handful of "lucky" humans are selected from various districts to attend Lunaris Academy, a prestigious institution that promises glory, status, and a chance to mingle with the elite. Those chosen are hailed as the lucky few, destined to marry powerful alphas and rise as luna. This year, Violet Purple is among the chosen, much to everyone's surprise. For an orphaned girl adopted by a disgraced prostitute, this is a golden ticket to a better life or so she's told. But Lunaris Academy isn’t the paradise it’s painted to be. Everything Violet and her fellow humans have been taught is a lie. Humans are far from equal; they're pawns in a much larger game. The academy is nothing but a gilded cage, and the students are lambs led to slaughter, playthings for the alphas to toy with in their ruthless games. To make matters worse, Violet catches the attention of the most dangerous players in this game, the Terror Four: the Alpha of the North, Alpha of the South, Alpha of the East, and Alpha of the West. Each one is more dangerous, more twisted, and more powerful than the last. But even among themselves, the alphas are divided, each with their own deadly ambitions. Yet, they all have their eyes on her. They expect Violet to play along, to fall in line like the others who worship at their feet, to break under their games. But Violet isn’t like the others. She refuses to bow. She’ll defy them all. *********** With a grin that made her uneasy, he handed the application to her. “Approve this one.” Principal Jameson’s curiosity got the better of her as she took the paper from him, her eyes scanning the text. Almost immediately, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in disbelief. “What the...?” “It’s perfect, isn’t it?” Asher’s voice was almost gleeful. Fucking psychopath! Jameson could hardly believe what she was reading. “Mr. Nightshade, with all due respect, this applicant….this girl just admitted to—” She couldn’t even finish the sentence, still horrified at the explicit nature of the application. Taking a deep breath, she continued, “I’m sorry, but I cannot approve this.” “She’s issued me a challenge,” Archer said, a dark gleam in his eyes. “What?” “‘Wait till you see me in bed,’” he repeated the bold line from the application, his grin widening. “And I can’t wait to find out.” “Mr. Nightshade—” He stood up, cutting off her protest as he fixed her with an intense stare. “Approve the application. I won’t ask again.” Without waiting for her response, Asher strode out of the office, confident she would follow his orders. He always got what he wanted. Archer Nightshade walked down the hall, a spring in his step. For the first time in a long while, he felt alive, his blood pulsing with excitement. The other Cardinal Alphas had no idea what he was up to, but it would soon hit them. He’d just set the game in motion. And the target was Violet Purple. It was game on. Note : This is not your average werewolf story. Eveything you think you know about werewolves would be challenged in this book. And yes, it is reverse harem. Do give the book a try.

Welcome to Eteliria, the Kingdom above the floating clouds. Let us push open the Gateway, pick up our staffs, and the adventure will begin from here— Through the hills of clouds and seas, like floating grass, the shallow rivers gleam; Across the meadows flowing with gold and honey, filled with laughter, beneath Rodell's cottages, a gentle song drifts. Through Egon's ancient forests, where dark vines grow rampant and whispers linger; Over ridges and between Chongshan peaks, shadows stir in the Underground World, danger lurks at every turn, and swords reflect light. The tale of a boy chasing his dreams, above the sky and cloud ridges, the Giant Dragon's Shadow, soaring with outstretched wings. And after time has been sealed away, the hearth fire still burns bright.

Zara's eyes were glued to Xavier's bare chest, unable to look away. The sculpted muscles, the deep V-line, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips—she couldn't help but be captivated. It was as if her brain had short-circuited, and all logic had left her. She moved a step closer, almost unconsciously, her hand lifting as if to touch his chest. Before her fingers could make contact, Xavier's quick reflexes caught her wrist. His grip was firm, but not harsh, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a hint of teasing. Zara, startled but determined not to show weakness, scratched the back of her head awkwardly, trying to save face. "What do you mean? Why are you walking around shirtless?" she countered, trying to shift the focus off herself. Xavier's smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not the one sneaking around in other people's rooms, Zara. You're the one who barged in here." Zara blinked, her mind scrambling to find an excuse. "Oh, right," she muttered, still not sure how to explain her behavior. She gave him a sheepish grin, but her eyes darted back to his chest, trying to look casual. "I was just… looking for something," she said, her words trailing off as she tried to think of a better lie. Xavier didn't buy it for a second. Slowly, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Zara instinctively took a step back, but Xavier followed, not giving her any space to escape. Her heart raced as she backed up again, trying to keep some distance between them, but Xavier wasn't making it easy. "Trying to run away now?" Xavier teased, his voice laced with playful challenge. He moved another step forward, and Zara continued retreating, her back now against the wall. Her breath hitched as she realized she had nowhere else to go. "I wasn't trying to run away," Zara said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. "Just, you know, I… I don't want to intrude. I just—"  But Xavier wasn't interested in her stammering excuses. His gaze remained locked on her, and as he stepped closer, his hand that had caught her wrist slowly slid down to her fingers, brushing against her skin. The gentle touch sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Zara's heart hammered in her chest, and she took another step back, this time bumping into the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't help but feel the heat building between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. Xavier, now mere inches from her, tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. "I think you're lying," he murmured, his voice soft, but full of mischief. "You were trying to touch my chest, weren't you?" Zara's face flushed with heat, and she tried to push back against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. She cleared her throat, trying to recover some of her composure. "Maybe I was," she admitted, her voice low. "But, um… so what? It's not like you're making it easy to ignore." Xavier's grin widened as he leaned even closer, his body just inches away from hers. The closeness was overwhelming, and Zara's mind started to spin. She could feel the heat radiating off his chest, and she had to fight the urge to reach up and touch it again. "Is that so?" Xavier whispered, his breath warm against her ear. He placed his hand on the wall beside her head, trapping her in place as he stared down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You sure about that?".

The circle held its breath as Damon’s challenge hung in the air, heavy with tension. His voice was light, but his words dripped with provocation. “Xavier, would you rather have the undivided attention of a mysterious person for the rest of the night… or get your dream car?” Xavier’s smirk sharpened, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than amusement. “I choose the first,” he said, his gaze locking onto Kamsi. Her heart stuttered, her pulse quickening under the weight of his stare. Damon’s grin widened. “Then seduce someone here. Fifteen seconds. No touch. No explicit words. Just your charm.” The air grew thick, crackling with anticipation. The room leaned in as Xavier rose slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes never wavered from Kamsi, who could feel her resolve slipping under his relentless focus. She told herself it was just a game. But the way he moved, the way his presence engulfed her, made her wonder: What happens when a game stops being a game? When Kamsi Chibuike arrived in Washington, D.C., she craved a fresh start—a place where she could blend into the background and escape her past. But blending in was impossible once she crossed paths with Xavier Alastair, the untouchable bully who ruled Washington DC International School with a smirk that promised trouble. Their first encounter left her humiliated, furious… and unforgettable in his eyes. Xavier thrives on power, his sharp tongue and devilish charm keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet, Kamsi’s defiance sparks something in him—something he can’t ignore. She becomes his favorite target, their clashes more intense with each encounter. But the more they push each other, the more Kamsi senses that beneath Xavier’s cruelty lies something broken, something real. What starts as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous game of attraction, where every insult masks a deeper truth and every glance threatens to ignite something uncontrollable. As Kamsi is drawn into Xavier’s chaotic world, she realizes that he isn’t just the school’s bully—he’s a storm threatening to tear through everything she thought she knew. The Bully’s Redemption is a gripping, tension-filled story of fierce enemies, forbidden desires, and the thin line between hate and passion. In a world where games can become deadly, and redemption seems impossible, Kamsi and Xavier must decide: Will they destroy each other, or will they find salvation in the chaos?

{Warning: Mature content} To attain money and her life back, she is ready to seduce the big shots! ---- "So, I am dead for real?" Her brows wrinkled. "Yes, sort of. But you can return if you accept my offer-" "No" Without listening to the rest, she declined promptly. Stunning the man. "At least, hear me out-" "No" The woman shook her head. "I don't even know if I were poor or not. Why would I want to live the unknown life again? Sorry, I am not playing your little game" She scoffed. Giving up on the opportunity, which left the man at a loss for words. He sighed. "All right. You will get your life back, including the ten million dollars. Are you in or not?" The woman's eyes gleamed with bliss right away. "Yes! I am in!" A quick change of mood shocked the man. All she cared about was money! ~~~ With no memories of her life, she wakes up to a man offering the chance to live again; but under one condition where she has to succeed the missions in the system he created. He calls her 'L' and vows to give the share of money if she achieves the task which is to charm big shots and swindle them! {The novel is pure fiction. It contains no intention to ruin the image of organizations mentioned in the novel. My first language is not English. There may be mistakes in the chapters. I apologize for those in advance}

Everything was going according to plan—until my life was turned upside down. I had just graduated from university and was ready to start my career, fulfilling both my goals and those of my parents. But then, disaster struck. —— Creation of the World—a game that grants its user the ability to control a limitless world, with the power to create and destroy anything without restriction. Cassian watched helplessly as Earth was consumed by the world he had built. Unable to intervene, he suddenly found himself in a body that wasn’t his own. Cassian Starhold—the older brother of the world’s greatest hero. —— I was content with my life as a puppet, a slave whose only purpose was to toil away, sacrificing everything for a few worthless scraps of metal. But my enemies couldn’t leave me in peace. They brought war to my doorstep and destroyed everything I had spent my life building. I stood among thousands of their strongest sons, as they listened to the man who had ignited the fire in my life. Towering and imposing, he spoke from atop majestic marble columns, his gray hair blending with the crowd. Thousands of people, all sharing his features, gazed up at him with eyes filled with admiration and ambition. “People are not equal!” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We are the pinnacle of evolution! There is nothing beyond us! We have risen above piles of inferior blood, leaving massacres in our wake. And now, you are about to inherit this legacy.” He paused, surveying the crowd below with cold pride. “But this power must be earned. It is not granted by birth. Wealth, power, status… these things demand mountains of victims just to catch a glimpse of them.” His arms stretched wide, madness and pride gleaming in his eyes, and the crowd mirrored him, thousands roaring with fervent pride. The sight was terrifying. “You have no idea what your ancestors sacrificed to put you here. But you will learn. And I swear to you, with my pride on the line…” “Only those worthy of us will survive!” "Soon, I will show you why we are called dragons!" What these so-called dragons don’t know… is that a puppet will rise to shatter their illusions. He’s wrong. None of them will survive. ====== Author's Note: As you can see from the tags, the MC will eventually become a villain, but not at the beginning—and not even within the first three arcs. I'll take the time to carefully build his character and develop his transformation in a way that feels natural and logical. His ultimate goal is to return to his original family, so he harbors a deep hatred for the world he’s been pulled into. This novel will explore darker themes like slavery, murder, mind control, and betrayal. However, it will not contain R-18 content, so if that’s what you’re looking for, you might want to reconsider. The MC won’t be OP from the start, nor the smartest, but he will quickly gain experience and grow.

Ding [congratulations you have acquired the Celestial{God of speed}System] [Do you accept the term and conditions of the system] With a huge claw at his face ready to take off his head, sending him back to the dark abyss from which he had just arrived not so long ago, already accepting his fate for a second death. Henry saw a holographic screen flash in front of him, one that would change his new life for the better... or worse, seeing no other option in his current dilemma and with nothing else to lose. "Yes, yes i accept!" he screamed out with determination and hope that this might just be a miracle here to save him from certain doom,and indeed it was. [You have successfully acquired all the functions and priorities of the system,including its benefits and disadvantages] Henry saw the screen again but that wasn't all he saw to his disbelief everything in the surroundings including the ferocious beast trying to kill him, were now completely still with the lion's claws just a few centimeters away from his head. "Wow, i guess this must be part of the benefits the system granted," he exclaimed with surprise "But what about the demerits?" I guess we'll find out soon enough as this was only just the beginning. Now with his newly acquired "cheat" system in a new world he had just been reincarnated to. From an urban civilization to an even more futuristic, civilized urban utopia where magic and technology are well versed, Henry must find his true purpose in the new world as he discovers more beings like him both good and bad. And as he navigates his way to a better second chance, making new friends and encountering old foes courtesy of his predecessor. Going against both celestial entities and monsters from other realms and doing as he pleases, defying rules of the multiverses and discovering worlds beyond. "Or maybe I'll just kick back and relax in this New World." SNEAK PEAK! Henry stood face to face with the mysterious figure, their suits a stark contrast to each other. Henry's white and gold suit gleamed in the sunlight, while the other figure's black and purple suit seemed to absorb the light around them. A mask covered the figure's face, making it impossible for Henry to discern their identity. "You're quite the legend, Henry," the figure said in a low, gravelly voice "I've heard a lot about your skills." Henry's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" The figure chuckled. "Someone who's been watching you. Someone who's been waiting for the perfect moment to strike." Henry's grip on his fists tightened. "What do you want?" The figure smiled, their mask glinting in the light. "I want to see how fast you really are." Without warning, the figure took off, their black and purple suit blurring as they sprinted away. Henry's eyes widened, and he grinned. "Game on!" he exclaimed, taking off after the mysterious figure. The two speedsters tore through the city streets, their suits leaving trails of distorted air in their wake. As Henry left a trail of gold lightning so did the figure leave one of purple. Henry's Nitro suit glowed with a brilliant white light as he pushed himself to his limits, his feet pounding the pavement in a blur. The mysterious figure was fast, but Henry was determined to catch up. He focused all his energy on the chase, his senses heightened as he navigated the crowded streets. The city became a colorful blur as the two speedsters clashed in a battle of velocity and agility. Henry's heart pounded with excitement, his mind racing with the thrill of the chase. Who was this mysterious figure, and what did they want? Henry was determined to find out. Crap! I wanted to write more but looks like I've reached the word limit. Sigh* Well I hope I've gotten your attention with all this, i like my summary to always look like a trailer, that's why it's so long. Anyways check more of these when you read my book and support, I'll appreciate. Gracias! Check my discord link in bio, join for more info.

On the way back from school, Kael felt a chill in the air, an unease he couldn’t explain. The skies were a dusky gray, and the silence around him was almost unnatural. As he approached his village, he noticed something unusual—scattered belongings and a broken window here and there. His heart pounded as he stepped up to his family’s small, familiar home, only to find the door hanging open and the faint scent of something metallic in the air. He froze at the entrance, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. The sight before him made his blood run cold. His home was in shambles, and monstrous creatures with thick, jagged fangs and gleaming eyes prowled through the wreckage. He spotted his mother and siblings, their bodies crumpled on the ground, motionless. A low, menacing growl echoed as one of the monsters turned its gaze towards him, blood dripping from its mouth. Realizing what had happened, Kael felt a crushing wave of fear and disbelief. Instinct took over, and he stumbled back, forcing his legs to move even as his mind reeled from the horror. He bolted, running as fast as he could, but the monsters had already picked up his scent. Their footsteps thundered behind him, a terrible reminder that he was now their prey.

“I’ll give you information and service equal to what you can pay.” The young shopkeeper’s dark eyes gleam as he watches the visitor, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. In a hidden corner of the empire’s bustling capital stands a magical shop brimming with wonders. But behind the shelves of enchanted items is a shopkeeper with no memory of his past, drawn into a maze of lost memories, forbidden magic, and dangerous secrets. Now, he must decide if discovering the truth is worth risking everything—or if some secrets are safer left forgotten.

***Together, they were like fire and ice.*** Damon pursued, ready to conquer while Alexander ran, trying so hard to remain cold and guarded. Alexander had thought guarding the sick crown prince was something so easy until he found himself cruelly yet so innocently tempted. ***excerpt*** "You will stay the hell away from me." Alexander threatened, his voice hard and tortured as he tried to recover from his emotional rollercoaster. "Oh really?" Damon drawled as he held up a wine glass to his lips, taking a sip as his eyes looked at the man that was standing quite a distance from him, ready to bolt. "Yes and I mean it your highness." Alexander replied and he watched the mischievous gleam that entered the prince's clear blue eyes that were quite a welcome compliment to his thick silver hair. "Alright." he relented and Alexander blinked, surprised but his relief lasted for seconds. "We will see how far you can run my honorable knight. Oh and just so you know, I love a good chase." Damon assured and it didn't take Alexander ages to know that he had close to no winning chance when it came to this one man. Oh yes, he was doomed...so sweetly doomed.... ... Hey guys, I have decided to try writing something new, a genre I haven't tried before but one that I find interesting enough to explore. This book is a romance BL novel and if you are one that likes the genre or loves to try new things, please don't hesitate to try out my new book. Also, feel free to check out my other novel... The heiress's revenge: A rise from the ashes. Thank you!

Here, accounts the tales and ramblings that twists and turn the fabric of reality to a mesh of possibilities. "Ramblings of an OLD ONE" #LITTLEONE This is the tale of a soul born in wrong times, who gleams into cosmic fabrics with unparalleled devotion towards connecting to its essence. Until...Death or more so True birth came along as he completed his comprehension which gave meaning to an existence beyond measure. "Ride along the waves of this bard's song, welcome thee, who stuck so hard tong, loom your fabrics, cosmics, cosmetics grow~long. To NAMELESS one, O' Little one, claim thy name, shall hear forever on..for how Yor lives on...so on."

In a world divided by altitudes and ambitions, Kelson is a young dreamer grounded in the humble city below, a realm of perseverance and quiet traditions. His life had been one of exploration, walking paths rich with cultural splendor and tales of the old world. But his gaze now shifts upward, toward the fabled metropolis of Skyrail City, a gleaming symbol of technological marvel and economic opulence suspended in the heavens. Once dismissive of its grandeur as mere vanity, Kelson finds himself drawn to its mysteries and promises, compelled by a curiosity he can no longer ignore. When a family friend and sponsor paves his way, Kelson sets out to experience the sprawling utopia on what was meant to be a simple vacation with loved ones. Yet, upon arrival, he discovers a city far more complex than its reputation, a labyrinth of untold luxury and hidden turmoil, where every corner whispers conflict and ambition. In this world above the clouds, Kelson will not only navigate the chaos of an unfamiliar society but will also confront the reawakening of an old connection,a bond forged through a case that still lingers in the shadows of his heart. As the city's secrets unravel and alliances shift, Kelson must decide whether Skyrail City is a beacon of opportunity or a stage for destiny to challenge him once again. The skies hold more than promise, they hold peril, transformation, and the echoes of a reunion destined to change everything.

When I awoke, I was in a place that wasn’t my room. silk pillow beneath my head, and rich tapestries hanging on the walls. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, like it wasn’t mine. I had somehow been reincarnated into a body—the third daughter of the Marquis?! life as the third daughter of the Marquis family was peaceful. Nothing extraordinary ever happened. I spent my days in the comfort of my family's estate, away from the hustle and bustle of court life. My father, though distant, provided for us, and my sisters—while not always the most agreeable—had their own lives to focus on. I was content, living quietly, with no desire for anything more. That is, until I stumbled upon a book. A beautiful cheap novel that talks about a main character who is trying to survive. But I never imagined that the world I read about would collide with my own life. One evening, my father summoned us all to the drawing room. His tone was unusually serious, and the moment I entered, I could feel the tension in the air. He stood at the center, his gaze fixed on something—or someone—I couldn’t see yet. “I have an illegitimate daughter,” he announced, his voice steady but with a hint of something else beneath it. I froze. The words barely registered at first. But then, as he continued, I realized something that made my heart race. The girl he spoke of, this Aorbel, matched the description from the novel I’d read to the smallest detail. “Her name is Aorbel,” my father continued, “and due to the circumstances, she will now be recognized in society as my daughter.” I watched as a delicate figure stepped forward—a girl with platinum blonde hair that shimmered with a faint pinkish hue, and amber eyes ! she appeared. She was small, fragile-looking, her body almost too delicate to belong in such an imposing space. But it was the way she spoke that caught me off guard. "H-hello..." she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly as she introduced herself. "I-It's nice to m-meet you all... M-my name is Aorbel." The name echoed in my mind, and I felt my pulse quicken. Aorbel—the heroine of the novel. I had read about her, followed her story. She was the one who was shunned, rejected, and Her sisters are going to die! Literally! Over some bullshit! Aorbel was real. And worse, her fate was tied to mine. I remembered the novel’s ending. Aorbel’s sisters would all perish!. *I* would perish. Suddenly, the quiet life I had built for myself felt like it was slipping through my fingers. I wasn’t about to sit by and wait for a fate I’d already read about. So, I did what I thought was the only logical thing: I ran. I fled to the countryside, to the village of Hayat, where no one would know my name or my family. There, I lived a quiet life—just like I had always wanted. I had no titles, no expectations. I could finally breathe. But even in the peace of Hayat, trouble had a way of finding me! RIGHT? ............ but...why..i'm here ? , I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all. How had my life become so tangled with these nobles, these politics? When I stood before the king, I kept my composure. “It is my duty, Your Majesty,” I said, trying to maintain the calm facade I had perfected. But inside, my mind was racing. *This wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted a peaceful life!* The king smiled , but there was an unsettling gleam in his eyes. “Your service has been invaluable, Lady Kevoyal Orilord,” he said, as if my life had been part of some grand design all along. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I had no interest in titles, in recognition, in any of it. But there I stood, accepting the medal, caught in a web of fate I had never wanted. ! SOMONE PLEASE SAVE ME ! And so, the girl who only wanted a quiet life in a rocking chair found herself tangled in something much more complicated than she had ever imagined!!!!

Ava Hamilton and Ethan Hall's lives are bound together by a shared secret: their contract marriage. Ava, driven by a burning desire for revenge against those responsible for her parents' tragic fate, seeks to exploit the vast resources of Ethan's powerful family. She hopes to uncover the truth behind her parents' murder and bring the perpetrators to justice, no matter the cost. Meanwhile, Ethan needs a wife to secure his position in the family business and appease his grandmother, the ruthless and cunning matriarch of the family empire. He believes Ava's beauty, intelligence, and determination make her the perfect candidate for the role. As they navigate their complicated alliance, they must confront their own dark pasts. But amidst the danger and deception, they begin to realize that their feelings for each other go far beyond mere convenience. They start to experience the thrill of forbidden love, a romance that could jeopardize their entire plan. As tensions escalate, Ava and Ethan must decide whether their growing passion is worth risking everything. Will they continue to prioritize their original goals, or will they succumb to the allure of a love that could change their lives forever? Against the backdrop of luxury and deceit, Ava and Ethan must navigate a complex web of power struggles, family dynamics, and hidden agendas. Will they emerge victorious, or will their marriage become a casualty of their families' endless quest for power? And will their love survive the secrets and lies that surround them? Excerpt: Ethan's eyes gleamed with amusement as he whispered in Ava's ear, "You know, wife, you're adorable when you're trying to be stern." He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her heart race. Ava's eyes flashed with irritation, her cheeks flushing. "Ethan, stop teasing me. We need to focus on our plan." She tried to sound firm, but her voice trembled slightly, betraying her frustration. Ethan's grin only grew wider. "Oh, come on, Ava. You know I'm just trying to lighten the mood. You're so serious all the time." He pushed off the wall, his movements fluid and graceful, and took a step closer to her. Ava's hands clenched into fists, her voice firm. "This isn't a game, Ethan. Our lives are at stake. We can't afford to make mistakes." She tried to sound convincing, but her eyes kept drifting to his, and she couldn't help but notice the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. Ethan's expression turned innocent, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Who says I'm not taking it seriously? Maybe I'm just trying to distract you from the tension between us." He raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on hers, and Ava felt her heart skip a beat. "There's no tension, Ethan. We're just allies in this marriage pact," she lied, trying to sound convincing. But her voice was barely above a whisper, and Ethan's knowing gaze made her feel like he could see right through her. Ethan's chuckle was low and husky. "Keep telling yourself that, Ava. But I see the way you look at me sometimes... like you're trying to resist a temptation." He took another step closer, his eyes locked onto hers, and Ava felt her pulse race. "I don't know what you're talking about," she lied again, trying to sound convincing. But her eyes darted away, betraying her. Ethan's whisper was soft, his breath caressing her ear. "Oh, but I think you do, Ava. And soon, you'll have to admit it." His words sent shivers down her spine, and Ava knew she was in danger of falling for her husband's charms, even though she refused to admit it. The air was charged with tension, their banter a delicate dance of denial and attraction. And in that moment, Ava knew she was walking a thin line between resistance and surrender. THE COVER PICTURE DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. CREDIT TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER

The World is a dull place. Life is dull. Death is dull. The mind is dull, the soul is dull, the body is dull, and even God itself is dull. But then something gained sapient will, and now it’s spreading, infecting all life, turning the world a bit brighter. At first, it was subtle an unnatural gleam in the eyes of those who had long since stopped dreaming, a flicker of awareness in creatures that should have been mindless. People began to sense something, a growing awareness gnawing at the edges of their consciousness, urging them to look beyond the veil of dullness. The colors of the world, long forgotten, began to deepen, pulsating with a strange, alien energy. But this brightness isn’t the beauty of life; it’s a corruption, a mutation. The sapient will isn’t a gift, but an infection, twisting the minds it touches. Those it consumes no longer see the world as it is they see it as something malleable, something to be remade in its image. And the price of this enlightenment is madness. Those who have been fully infected no longer resemble their former selves. Their bodies twist and contort, growing strange appendages or unnatural features as they rampage and increase the ‘Brightness’

Beneath the glittering surface of Arcadia Corp.'s gleaming skyscrapers, a web of secrets, betrayals, and ambition tangles. Emma Hayes, an industrious but unremarkable administrative assistant, finds a cryptic note in CEO Adrian Cross's office: "Trust no one." What begins as a puzzling discovery plunges Emma into the high-stakes world of corporate espionage, where her loyalty and courage are tested at every turn. Adrian, the enigmatic CEO, is fighting his own demons: protecting his late father's legacy, unraveling the treachery within his company, and dealing with a betrayal that cuts close to home. Drawn together by a common enemy, Emma and Adrian form an unlikely alliance-one that sparks undeniable chemistry amidst the chaos. The deeper their partnership, the greater the danger. For every clue Emma uncovers, the saboteur tightens their grip, threatening not just Adrian's empire but also Emma's life. Can two people from such different worlds learn to trust each other before the walls of the glass tower come crashing down? Or will the secrets buried within destroy them both? A tale of love, ambition, and redemption, Beneath the Glass Tower weaves romance and suspense into a fast-paced, gripping tale that keeps readers on the edge of their seats.

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE, MATURE The judge's lips curved into a thin, wicked smile as her gaze locked onto Asher. She stepped forward, her black lace gown trailing behind her like a dark, flowing shadow. Beneath the mask that obscured her eyes, something cold and knowing gleamed—a predator sizing up its prey. Asher’s pulse quickened. He hadn’t expected this. No one had. From his seat, Mr. Evergland studied the scene with careful detachment, one hand resting casually on the arm of his throne-like chair. The room was tense, a ripple of hushed murmurs passing through the vampire assembly. Some watched with fascination. Others with growing unease. A few even looked outright afraid. The judge’s voice shattered the silence, calm but laced with a chilling authority. "You’ve made your choice," she said, each word deliberate. "You want to challenge this union, to save your sister... but you offer yourself as the prize. Very well. Let’s make it official." Asher froze, his breath caught in his chest. Official. The word settled over him like an iron weight, suffocating the air in the room. He had walked into this with no plan, no backup—but now it was too late to back down. The judge raised her hand, and the crowd fell into stunned silence. Her voice rang out again, carrying a finality that reverberated through the cold marble walls. "Tonight, Asher of the Kapella family," she declared, her tone unwavering, "you will not only interrupt our ceremony—you will replace it. We will honor the bond you’ve offered, and in doing so, I will bind you to me." A collective gasp swept through the room. Eyes flicked nervously between Asher and the judge. He could feel the weight of every gaze, but his own mind was spinning. This can’t be happening. This wasn’t part of the plan. "What do you mean?" he stammered, panic creeping into his voice. He had thought he was making a stand, but now it felt like the ground was slipping out from under him. "I... I didn’t mean—" The judge’s smile deepened, cruel and sharp. She tilted her head, as if savoring his discomfort. "Did you really think there would be no consequences?" she asked, her voice silk over steel. "You’ve disrupted our world, Asher. You’ve made your offer, and now... you’ll fulfill it. In the most fitting way." ______ In the desolate world of Rakan, the Evergland Clan reigns supreme as the most powerful royal vampire family. In a bid to secure an alliance, they seek a marriage candidate for their son and turn to the most coveted human family in the land, the Kapellas, who, despite their status, live in poverty and misfortune. This human family consists of a widowed mother, an eldest daughter, and two sons: the youngest son, who is mute, and the eldest son, Asher, who is terminally ill. The Evergland Clan arranges a grand dinner and ball to unite the families. Though the eldest daughter, the family’s pillar of strength, has already found love with another human, she is nonetheless chosen to marry the vampire heir. Bound by duty but conflicted by her heart, she is set to fulfill the Evergland Clan’s wishes. During the proceedings, Asher, determined to protect his sister from a loveless union, takes a bold step. He interrupts the wedding and takes over, giving himself up to a mysterious women. Unaware of the consequences this declaration will bring, Asher unknowingly opens the door to a fate far darker than he could have anticipated.

Tick Tock Tick Tock The clock's steady beat filled the room, casting a haunting gloom and chill across the room. An old man sat hunched over a blank book, his deep eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity and despair. The lamp's soft glow cast eerie shadows on his face, while a warm cup of coffee sat untouched beside him. His body trembled as he held a pen in his hand and whispered; "I-I... don't want to... please... sorry..." .......................................................... Glynn Frost, a 24-year-old police officer, had built a reputation for solving the unsolvable in Nova City along with his team. But a sudden transfer order shook his world. "Report to Ravenswood town." The words echoed in his mind like a warning bell. As Glynn returned to his seemingly peaceful hometown, he had an ominous feeling. His past successes seemed distant now, replaced by a growing unease. His hometown held secrets and dangers that lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike. Soon his police work would be anything but ordinary as his Fate would lead him down a dark path, where the lines between good and evil blurred. "Stare into it as it stares back, dive into as it dives into the soul."

Lizzie thought that nothing could be worse than being rejected by her mate. But she was wrong. Her father and aunt, after finding out she was rejected by their pack’s Alpha’s son, decided to sell her to a debtor out there for them to collect what they owed him. The only problem was that the man she was sold to was Alpha Theon Grayson, her pack’s enemy. But what she didn’t expect was that Theon, the man rumored to be the most ruthless, psychotic, and feared Alpha was nothing like what he was rumored to be. And now, she belongs to him. --- Excerpt: "You can run and you can hide. But you are mine." I shivered and couldn't help but stare at those gleaming golden red eyes. I felt my back against the wall as I stepped back and when I turned to him again, he was already standing in front of me. "You, Elizabeth Donovan, are mine. Forever." Suddenly, he lowered his head and bit my neck. Marking me. --- Cover is not mine. Only edited by me. It will be taken down if the creator requests it. This novel is an Original and written by me, Poisonlily. Discord ID: Poisonlily#2454 Discord Server: https://discord.gg/ge2c4FyKs9

Amidst the sea of fallen comrades, their lifeblood staining the earth, a solitary figure rises above the carnage. He stands atop a gruesome curtain of death, his longsword an instrument of divine wrath. In its gleam, one could sense a challenge to the very gods themselves. We were fools to face him; my comrades paid the price in their own flesh and blood. A desperate realization claws at my mind – a realization that I must escape this blood-soaked field and bring dire warning to the holy excellencies. I looked at my remaining comrades they instantly realized what I was thinking. They must know of this relentless force, this harbinger of doom. I looked at my comrades and as I turn to flee, fate intervenes, and our eyes lock in a moment of eerie connection. He looked at me and my comrades with his crimson red eyes. He swung his sword towards me. Why is the world upside down? I thought. Then I realized that my head was cut by his crimson sword. Time slows to a crawl as I find myself caught in the deadly dance of his blade. I see the malevolence in his eyes, a reflection of the abyss that has claimed so many. He cut through my comrades without batting an eye. The red moon casts an ominous glow upon the battlefield, and his crimson silhouette, now moving away, becomes a spectacle against the crimson canvas. With an inexplicable calmness, I embrace the darkness. As he strides away, the embodiment of destruction and beauty, I can't help but smile like a fool. Amidst the ruins and the echoes of my demise, I whisper to myself, "Beautiful!" - a final tribute to the twisted elegance that accompanies the brutality of this merciless crimson devil.

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Sophia Wang wakes up to find herself trapped in the pages of an apocalyptic novel, reincarnated as a pitiful side character doomed to a tragic end. Determined to escape her bleak fate, she sets off on a desperate journey to survive the chaos of the zombie-infested world. But luck is not on her side. Her path crosses with none other than the story’s villain—Mr. Z, the twisted genius responsible for the virus that plunged humanity into despair. Tall, gaunt, and radiating a chilling charisma, Mr. Z looms in the shadows like a predator savoring his prey. With his signature white lab coat, an unsettling smile, and glasses that gleam with unnerving intelligence, he seems to mock her every attempt at escape. "Run," his smirk seems to say. "Go ahead, keep running." And Sophiae’s face at that moment? Let’s just say it’s the kind of expression even she doesn’t want to remember. “Hello,” Z says one fateful evening, his tone dripping with faux politeness. “Care for a midnight snack? How about some brain-flavored ice cream? —Sincerely, Z.” As Sophia is dragged into Z’s nightmarish experiments, survival becomes more than just staying alive. It’s a battle of wits and wills against a man who is both a menace and an enigma—a game where losing means becoming just another statistic in his deadly research. Will Sophia outsmart the mad scientist and rewrite her destiny, or will she succumb to the role the story has written for her?