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Trio Of Trouble

Reborn Of The God Of Summoning

In Mainland China, Yahya Li, a handsome young man, 16 years old of age, mixed heritage, half Bahraini from his mother, Yasmin, and half Chinese from his father, Cheng Li, endures a profound tragedy during his school years. His mother died in a car crash when he was 10 years old. Despite being young, this memory has haunted Yahya to this day, and he still suspects something was wrong about it. Though he cried to his family head father and begged him, sadly, nothing happened, and he can't do anything about it. Yahya's fully Chinese brother, Zhang Li, is the pride of the family, excelling in academics and earning admiration from all. Zhang Li's mother, Li Mei, embodies the full Li family bloodline, adding to the complexity of Zhang Li's heritage and the expectations placed upon him. However, Yahya, not being a full-blooded member of the Li family, faces constant bullying and abuse from Zhang Li's gang at school, leaving him feeling isolated and undervalued. Yahya’s life takes an extraordinary turn on a ordinary day when accidently a large tree falling down on him, catapulting him into a mysterious dark blue space. As he regains consciousness in this new space, the Summoning System within him awakens: [System Awakening: 10%... 50%... 100%] Chosen for his resilience and humility, Yahya is granted the immense powers of a Lower God of Summoning. This newfound ability allows him to summon entities from various dimensions, or if he's being summoned. Guided by the System, a creation of fate by the laws of nature, Yahya embarks on a journey of self-discovery and power.
Theonee · 1.2K Views

Salem's Rebel

Crazy forbidden love and passion, had driven Lilith out of Salem, the home of witches, the only home she had known for years. Birthing a human in the witches’ world was considered a curse to them because of the legend they believed in, which went like this “when humans came, died witches fame. The watchers intervened, extinguishing both their flames” this led them to believing that humans would be the reason for their downfall and the wiping out of their clan by the watchers. She is banished to live and suffer in the contemporary world amongst the humans whom she was so much drawn to, all the while taking care of her only son. Lilith successfully learns to hide her true identity from the humans, while protecting her son from both enemies within and without. However, being secretive is always considered suspicious anywhere be it humans or witches. Therefore calamity was bound to occur. Will she be able to overcome these hardships? Or will her son become her legacy, her reason to enact revenge upon the witches, for the deathly suffering they both were subjected to? Armaros: “Armaros” meaning curse, the name given to him by the witches after his mother Lilith, had disobeyed the very laws that governed their world. Though at a young age, he couldn't understand why he was mocked for his hair and eye color, he soon grew to understand why and what they stood for. The witches claimed to be the superior race, yet the elders from their clan refused to closely approach him, making him wonder why, after all he was only but a feeble, harmless human. Forces beyond human and witches reality, soon begin unfolding like little rose petals before his eyes, making him question his mother on the true origins of his birth. When he finds out, will he be able to accept this new identity and carry on the burden that drags alongside it? Or will he keep seeking revenge for the shame that was brought by the witches upon his mother, slowly driving him into irredeemable darkness? Or thus will "love”, the reason for his mother's suffering be a firm support to him, helping him lighten the weight of the burden he carries? Excerpt In the contemporary world: The last bell to end the classes for the day rang, and a black haired boy picked up his bag heading outside the school dormitory, while four other students accompanied him as they spoke to each other on their separate ways home. Armaros soon arrived at his destination, looking around, before calling out, “Mother, mother I'm back” but there was no reply so, he went into the kitchen where she was usually always at, either cooking or cleaning. On getting there, the pungent smell of blood welcomed him and he looked below the kitchen counter to see his mother’s throat slit and her eyes staring at him with a hollowness in there. Beside her body lay a letter which read "from your loving….. find out yourself” with a smirking sticker glued beside the letter. *** Female lead will be introduced later in the book. Please feel free to drop reviews on this book and vote if you want. For updates and more information, reach out to author on; Email: justtrouble021@gmail.com Instagram: just_trouble45 Discord: Just_trouble#3566 You can also join our discord server to discuss this book and many more with other readers, when you follow my Instagram page and click on the discord link in my bio.
Just_trouble · 1K Views

Song of the Gardener of Souls [BL]

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"
LivChanin · 1M Views

My Cuteness Gets Me In Trouble

Say it with me: "We listen, and we don’t judge." Okay, so hear me out. I may have made a small mistake. But to be fair, how was I supposed to know that the cherry blossom tree I fell asleep under was home to the cutest squirrel ever to exist? Like, ever. A squirrel that just so happened to be the beloved pet of a powerful demon goddess from another world. I didn’t mean to grab it in my sleep and cuddle it to death. I swear! Its tail was just so fluffy! I think... I can’t be too sure since I was loopy on cough medicine. I had this really bad cold thanks to my idiot brother, who can’t seem to cover his fudging mouth. I’m getting off track, aren’t I? Sorry, sorry. Anyway, after the demon goddess sensed her pet’s life come to an untimely end, she teleported to its last location and found my sleeping self cuddling the dead thing. Remember, "We listen, and we don’t judge!" I can’t be the only sleep-cuddler here! So, in her rage and pain, the demoness kicked me into another tree—at least, I’m assuming that’s what happened, because when I woke up in agonizing pain, my head was stuck in said tree. As you can imagine, I died soon after. Bled out, the whole shebang. Long story short, the drop-dead gorgeous (hehe, see what I did there?) demoness—whom I may or may not have developed a major crush on—ended my life. Hey! Don’t judge. She gave me warm chestnuts. Golden chestnuts. That’s clearly love, right? Wait, where was I? Oh, right. My future wifey turned me into the cutest, most adorable squirrel ever! The upside—besides being able to nap on the demoness’s perfect chest? It’s the fact that, while I’m no longer a human girl, I could eventually evolve back into a human form. All I have to do is level up. If only people would stop trying to capture me and make me their pet! Back off! I know I'm cute, but I belong to my Wifey. You can't have this cute squirrel!"
Mango_Sloth · 3.4K Views

"I Kept Posting Chapters And Got Into Trouble With Male Lead"

Jiah Mi was all alone after escaping an abusive household. At the beginning of the zombie apocalypse, she saw her parents die, eaten by her zombie brother. She ran away to the scariest, most abandoned street in a haunted neighborhood named Hukon, driven by a desire for a comfortable life. While also being all alone in a ghost hotel, she decided to write novels, but little did she know how much it would change her life by meeting the male lead from her novel. ML: -"Jiah Mi, why are you playing with my feelings? I love you!" The clingy male lead looked like an abandoned crying puppy, pouting lips. Jiah Mi: -"I don't play it. It's a boring game. Now, go away." She said with a calm, cold face, avoiding him. ML: -"Do you know I hate reading, but I love reading your novels?" The male lead didn't care that she didn't want to hear him and kept bothering her, but she did like being complimented for her author work. After all, it made her a little happy every time someone said she was a good writer. ML: -"I like the main character. He is handsome." Jiah Mi: -"......" ML: -"But I don't like the female lead." Jiah Mi: -"The male lead does." She wrote her character to love the female lead from love at first sight. ML: -"That's not true. I love the author." Jiah Mi: -"....." The male lead laughed, watching the author's blushing red face and red hands, embarrassed, looking away, mad while she was trying to hold her temper. (Why is he saying stuff like this so casually?) (Did I write him to be a player?) But the male lead only had his eyes on her and confessed his feelings to the author all the time. Jiah Mi: -"God, please help me!" MESSAGE : I give credit to the artists for my cover.
YO_YUN · 1.2K Views

Edge of Nothing: Last Star of Dawn

Her life was simple but full of love. Growing up under the care and affection of her parents, she found joy in their humble home alongside her little brother. Despite the poverty they lived in, she had everything she needed: a family, love, and peace. But peace is a fragile thing, easily shattered. One fateful day, a young man entered her life like a storm, uninvited and unwelcome. What began as a passing interest in her soon morphed into a dangerous obsession. At first, she tried to dismiss his attention, hoping he would move on. But his fixation grew darker and more consuming, stealing away the innocence of her once-happy world. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” she had cried, her voice trembling with both anger and fear. “Because you’re mine,” he had replied, his voice calm but chilling. “You just don’t realize it yet.” His obsession became a force of destruction. He tore through her life like a wildfire, leaving nothing untouched. The final blow came when her little brother, her greatest source of joy, was taken from her—killed by the same man who claimed to love her. Devastated and broken, she stood on the edge of the abyss, ready to let go of everything. The weight of her loss, her ruined innocence, and her shattered world was too much to bear. “There’s nothing left,” she whispered to the void, her tears falling freely. “Nothing worth staying for.” Just as she prepared to step into the darkness, a warm hand grabbed hers, pulling her back from the brink. Startled, she turned to see a man with kind eyes and a soft smile. “You called?” he asked, his voice gentle and calm, as if he’d been waiting for her all along. Before she could answer, exhaustion overtook her, and she fainted in his arms. With the shadows of the man who had destroyed her life still looming, will she ever manage to escape? And who is this mysterious stranger? Is this the end for her, or the start of something new?
Sapphire_N_Moon · 488 Views
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