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Witty FL x Adorkable ML + a cute bun + a talking crochet fox ---------- After the sudden death of her boyfriend, Leslie Song has been single-handedly raising her precious little daughter Calliope. It’s a difficult life, but it’s a happy one. A freak accident puts an end to that. As Leslie lies dying on the road, watching Calliope breathe her last, she curses her helplessness. Calliope’s crochet fox seems to hear her. It opens its mouth and asks, “Do you want to see your daughter again? If so, follow me. Her soul has already left for another world.” Leslie agrees. That’s the last thing she remembers before losing consciousness. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself—or rather, her soul—standing beside her unconscious body on a hospital bed. “How is this supposed to help me find Calliope!” she exclaims. “This is not your body. Your body is dead. This is my original host, Charlene Li,” explains the toy fox. “You can possess her body to find Calliope, but if you do, you must finish her uncompleted mission for her.” “And what mission is that?” “To marry the second most eligible CEO in the city.” ‘This,’ Leslie concludes, ‘is a scam.’ But she has no other choice. ********** Meanwhile, the second most eligible bachelor in the city, Calix Xu, is patting himself on the back for thwarting his grandmother’s attempts to marry him off. After exhausting all of his tricks and excuses, he has resorted to marrying the comatose daughter of the Li family. Calix smiles, pleased with himself, "Aren't I smart? Grandmother can do nothing now." But… why is he seeing his newly-wedded wife hovering beside her own body? Before he can react, his wife—the moving one—floats towards him. "Husband! Help me find my child!" “Your child?” Calix asks weakly before doing the only reasonable thing he can do in such a situation. He faints. ---------- WSA 2024 entry! Commissioned cover and character images by yuuri_e (Instagram)

Ye Wanwan, in her past life, had a husband who neither loved her nor was close to his son. Upon rebirth, she had an epiphany; she would not wholeheartedly and recklessly love someone again. She decided to let herself go, no longer restraining herself, and began to do whatever she wanted to do. Shen Yi was busy with work, especially after being appointed by his father to establish an overseas branch. He hadn't returned home for two months, nor had he seen his wife. On his wife's birthday, he made a special trip back to the country, but learned from a servant that his wife had gone to a singer's concert. Shen Yi didn't even see her and left that same night. On their wedding anniversary, Shen Yi came back to the country again, only to find his wife throwing a pool party with a bunch of fair-weather friends at their villa, ending up drunk. He didn't even get a chance to speak a few words to her before he had to leave once more. Having initially completed the establishment of the overseas company, Shen Yi officially returned to the country. The day before returning, he even called home to check with the servants, making sure that his wife was at home and planning to pick him up from the airport the next day, feeling a faint sense of happiness. The next day, Shen Yi saw his wife, dressed in a revealing camisole and shorts, looking youthful and energetic at the airport. However, his wife was squeezed among a crowd, shouting at a man wearing sunglasses, "Husband!" Shen Yi, with a stern face, asked his visibly embarrassed assistant, "When did I get divorced?" [This sweet tale is free if it's not sweet! The female lead is a pure white flower who can't conquer all enemies, but there will be a little bun in the later stages!]

The top student from the Agricultural University, Qiao Mu, was digging in the experimental field when her hoe struck through to the godforsaken Tupo Village. No money, no rice, no tall, rich, and handsome guy, the aunts and the older female cousins pecked at her every day, making her meals less than satisfying with constant bread rolls, leaving her so hungry she felt faint. Luckily, the Heavens took pity and rewarded her with a tall and handsome man, who was enthusiastic and bold. His debut move was to climb straight into bed, sparking rampant gossip in the village: that Qiao girl, the third daughter, is nothing but trouble at such a young age, shamelessly bringing some wild man into her boudoir to fool around – absolutely shameless! Muniang looked to the sky and bellowed, "Alpacas! You think I'm Hello Kitty when I don't show my claws?" Make a fortune, become rich, fight off the scum, raise a husband – life became increasingly lush. But why did her sweet and silly husband suddenly show a dark mark on his forehead? Qiao Mu calculated a bit – this was a sign of great misfortune! The man's face dark as the bottom of a pot retorted, "This is your sign of bad luck!" The simple husband made a shocking comeback, instantly transforming into a tall, rich, and handsome man!

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

In her previous life, Lina Riley harbored an unrequited love for the Fifth Princess, Victoria Ashwood. Lina sacrificed everything for her—securing her place on the throne, protecting her borders, and losing her arm and sight in the process. Yet, her loyalty was repaid with a goblet of poisoned wine and the execution of her entire family. Victoria despised her, accusing Lina of cruelty and of orchestrating her elder sister’s death, deeming her unworthy of love. When the poison took effect, Lina closed her eyes in despair, only to awaken back in the moment they first met. On that fateful day, Lina had stumbled upon Victoria being beaten by palace maids, an encounter that set everything in motion. This time, Lina turned away, choosing a different path, but a faint fragrance of plum blossoms lured her in. One reckless night led to a moment of despair when she awoke to find the coldly beautiful face of her bedmate—Lucille Everard, the Princess Regent. Lucille, while outwardly uninterested in court affairs, was notorious for her swift and decisive actions that had seen emperors replaced with alarming frequency. Compared to Lucille’s power, Lina’s past dealings with Victoria seemed like mere child's play. As Lucille stirred awake, Lina's nerves were frayed. “Given the circumstances, Your Highness, what do you think of me now?” she asked, resigned to her fate. To her surprise, Lucille chuckled softly. “I think you’re wonderful.” Stunned, Lina could only manage a confused “Huh?” From that moment, everything veered off course. Lucille's palace soon bloomed with roses—Lina’s favorite. Amidst the swaying blossoms, the resolute Princess Regent would gently take Lina’s hand, her once-frigid gaze warm and tender. “My dear Lina, you are the finest woman in the world.” In her new life, Lina often dreamed. She dreamt of someone leaving a bouquet of roses at her grave, their robes trailing the light fragrance of plum blossoms. They sipped wine with a wry smile, murmuring, “Silly girl, I avenged you.” Victoria Ashwood was reborn too. She hadn’t expected that killing Lina would provoke her aunt’s ruthless revenge. Determined to avoid a similar fate, she resolved to feign affection for Lina, even if it took a lifetime. At a palace banquet, Victoria was taken aback by Lina’s beauty. Draped in fine silks, Lina was a dazzling sight, so different from the weathered woman Victoria remembered. Drawn to her, Victoria was about to approach when she noticed Lucille at Lina’s side, gently wiping her lips with a soft smile. “Take it slow,” Lucille murmured. Lina paused, then chuckled as she adjusted a strand of Lucille’s hair. Victoria’s heart twisted in fury. When her desperate attempts to win Lina back failed, she demanded, “Why won’t you love me?” Lina sneered. “Show some respect, Fifth Princess. You should address me as Aunt. Besides, your hypocrisy and cold-heartedness make you unworthy of love.” Years ago, a young Lucille Everard encountered a lost girl in the palace gardens. The girl declared that Lucille was beautiful and promised to marry her one day. Thirteen years later, a fateful misunderstanding during a bout of poisoning entwined their paths. What began as teasing quickly turned Lucille from a hunter into prey, helplessly ensnared by the woman she never forgot. Tags: 1. Cold yet protective Princess Regent × Reborn and resigned noblewoman 2. Nine-year age gap (Princess Regent is older) 3. Alternate history, non-patriarchal setting 4. Puppet empress, regent princess ruling behind the scenes 5. Two lifetimes of love, slow-burn romance

DO ADD "Llaellen's Updates" BOOK IN YOUR LIBRARY TO GET THE LATEST UPDATES ABOUT MY PLANS FROM HERE ON OUT She was a well-made daughter - molding herself into whatever they needed her to be. A perfect doll. A flawless façade. She mastered every expression, every action, and played her role without fault, because this part of her life belonged to them. But not for long. There will come a time when she will break free. No longer will anyone dictate her path or define who she must become. She will be the sole director of her life. Yet, just as her carefully laid plans were slowly reaching their climax, her world began to turn upside down. One disruption after another—incidents she could never have foreseen—and new acquaintances who refused to stay away no matter how often she cut ties with them. Her life had always been difficult, but these unexpected twists thrust her into a roller-coaster ride she never asked for, even bringing a hesitation she had never imagined she’d feel with her plans. Like a caterpillar struggling to form its cocoon, she is fighting for her own transformation. But she knows that once she emerges, she will be a butterfly—free to soar higher than ever before. … “Your kindness? I don’t need it. What you offer? I don’t want it. And a piece of advice—be careful with your kindness. It might bring pain to those you wish to protect, rather than support.” She turned her back, leaving him standing there, watching her retreat into the distance. … "Because I was like her once—filled with guilt. Those were the words I needed to hear, the ones I gave up hoping for long ago." He looked at her, his gaze softening with sympathy. “And you don’t seem like someone who’s ready to free herself from that guilt.” “Someday, maybe. But not yet. Not just yet.” “When that time comes,” he asked gently. “Will you tell me first?” She paused, meeting his eyes before a faint smile touched her lips. “I suppose I can do that much.” … “Whatever I’ve been through, no matter how difficult, I’m proud of it. I’ll never feel ashamed of the things I’ve done to reach this point.” She cupped his cheek, her touch gentle but firm. “So don’t feel bad for me. Be proud of me. While you weren’t there, you were always on my mind. You gave me the strength to keep going. Remember that.” He leaned into her hand, his voice quiet. “Then tell me… tell me everything you’ve experienced.” 14 chapters a week... Published 1 minute apart... Another 2 for every 100 power stones mark... Do read my other stories: SHE'S THAT KNIGHT KNOWN AS ZERO (COMPLETED) VENGEANCE TO THE ROYAL ONES (COMPLETED) COMING FOR THE LAST FOURTEENTH (COMPLETED) RESTARTING CHAPTER BOOK FINALE (COMPLETED) VERACITY OF THE PAST (COMPLETED) REBIRTH: STUBBORNLY FUFILLING A PROMISE (COMPLETED) LLAELLEN'S UPDATES (NEVER ENDING)

In a world where the past is shrouded in myth and the present is governed by unseen forces, a young boy awakens in the heart of a desolate jungle, the world around him disturbingly silent. With no memory of how he arrived, he finds a strange eye symbol glowing on his chest, a mark that feels both foreign and familiar. Fragmented recollections stir within him—a man in robes, a temple with pillars, and the eerie question: *"Are you ready?"* His hesitant but willing response, *"Yes, I am ready,"* haunts him as he struggles to piece together his forgotten past. As he stumbles through the jungle, a sense of foreboding overwhelms him, leading him to a distant plain where the sight that awaits is enough to freeze him in place. The world seems to hold its breath, and the boy is left alone with the faint remnants of a ritual long past, tied to ancient powers no one remembers. Unbeknownst to him, his awakening is the first ripple in a chain of events that will unearth forgotten secrets, challenge the very balance of the world, and set him on a path towards uncovering the true nature of the symbols that bind him. In the shadows of legends long faded, the boy's journey is only just beginning.

I can't help falling for you. you've unraveled me in ways I never thought possible... -------------- Imagine you go to work like every other day, but you never expected to confront an agent of death, an event that will change your life forever. Natasha, a rebellious and sharp_tongued lady accidentally saw something she was never supposed to see, she comes across an agent of death, an immortal grim reaper cursed with endless existence and no emotions. Drogen is convinced that Natasha holds the key to ending his curse, and because of that, he does something forbidden, he revives her after death. Bound to him by a blood pact that he made with her out of impulse, she begins experiencing flashes of a forgotten past that tie her to him in ways she can't explain, and their connection deepens into something forbidden. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate love experience that neither of them could resist. She finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being. But there is one thing they both don't know, they were never supposed to meet again. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. For fans of forbidden love, a rebellious heroine, steamy romance, dark fantasy, a tragic past life and happy endings, this book is for you TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, detailed descriptions of violence, cruelty, murder and death.

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

Thank you for checking out this novel! I'm excited to share that it will soon have a manhwa webtoon adaptation. Please be sure to visit and support the webtoon by voting—your support means the world! Blood pooled across the floor, the sharp metallic scent mixing with the stifling air. Their teacher’s lifeless body lay crumpled, a gaping hole where his forehead had been. The entire class stood frozen, paralyzed by fear as the strange, unfeeling object hovered, its crimson sensor scanning the room like a predator sizing up its prey. Jin Dalle’s heart thundered in her chest, her trembling hands gripping the edge of her desk as her wide, terrified eyes darted toward the window. Above the school, it loomed—a machine neither bird nor beast, its cold, metallic surface glinting in the sunlight. Then, like a curtain of despair, an impenetrable barrier encased the campus, a shimmering dome stretching across the horizon. A cold, mechanical voice pierced the silence: "Commencing Operation REJUVENATION. Initiative 21—status: green. Attention: all humans in Zone 1 (Paradisus). Only two subjects will be permitted to exit the dome alive. Any attempt to escape will result in immediate incineration. T-minus 1,260 seconds to initiation." Panic erupted as the weight of the announcement settled. This was no test, no cruel joke. It was survival—an unspeakable game of life and death. Jin’s knees buckled under the pressure. She couldn’t kill. How could she? But survival demanded more than resolve; it demanded blood. Beside her stood Choi Minhee, her expression cold, her resolve sharper than a blade. Minhee didn’t flinch at the thought of taking a life—she would do whatever it took to survive, even if it meant staining her hands red. Together, they must navigate the abyss of betrayal, desperation, and despair. Trust is fragile, and hope is fleeting. As the dome becomes their battlefield, only two truths remain: death lurks in every shadow, and luck, that fickle mistress, could be their savior—or their undoing. Jin and Minhee must fight through hell, clinging to their wits, their instincts, and the faint, fragile thread of fortune. In a world where survival comes at the cost of humanity, who will be left standing when the dome finally falls?

He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri was a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was leaking from me. Pain slammed into me, felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so agonizing I tried to brace myself back against the railing. Hard to breathe. Icould feel my warm blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and a dark red color drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the red from my vision Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. Then suddenly I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. More blood filled my mouth when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with waves. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent thrashing waters. The air being sucked from my lungs. I try to open to breathe only got water to rush in instead. I was drowning. I was going to die. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

Volume 1- A painful death, all due to a misunderstanding. Julian sat there, hopeless. His death was imminent. Slowly, it all went black. "I'm... alive?" To Julian's surprise, he was not exactly dead. - Volume 2- The classroom was filled with incoherent chatter and babble, a combination of all the conversations mixed together, coming into a single ear. "Settle down, class! A former student is returning!" The normally loud classroom began to lower there voices, all shocked by the sudden and random information. No one was informed about this besides the teachers. The whispers and faint conversations continued. Creak... The door pushed open. A familiar face stepped into the classroom.

Caught between her mother’s relentless pressure to marry her irresponsible cousin and her own dreams of completing her studies and building a career, Teal finds herself at a breaking point. Abandoned by the man she once loved, she faces an unexpected twist when the wealthy and enigmatic Alexander Epix enters her life with a shocking proposal of marriage. As obstacles rain down on her like a storm, Teal must navigate the chaos of a loveless marriage, a future hanging in the balance, and the faint hope of finding light in their shared darkness. Can she uncover love where none was meant to exist? Dive into the story to discover the answer.

Nature never imposes love; it offers it gently, much like a fragile rose unfurling its petals in the morning light. ***** When Sydney's eyes locked with Jordan's, her heart danced a frantic rhythm, and words seemed to dissolve before they could leave her lips. His striking silver eyes glistened like precious stones, while his elegant black tuxedo highlighted every sculpted line of his face, transforming him into a dashing prince from a fairy tale. His warm, gentle smile wrapped around her like a tender embrace, and she felt as though she was yielding to the whispers of destiny. This was that electrifying moment of love at first sight, yet... Sydney's hand instinctively moved to her stomach as she dashed aside, swept up in a torrent of emotions. It wasn't just her heart that raced; her deepest anxieties stirred to life as well. L-O-V-E! Sydney Mia, renowned across the nation as a visionary director, had a clear mantra: "Conquer the world with my films, amass accolades, and secure an immortal legacy." Love was never part of the grand narrative, merely a faint echo in the distance. Yet, Jordan's presence was a gentle tremor, unsettling the core of her being and awakening a yearning she had never acknowledged. There was an undeniable uniqueness about Jordan. He was the calm amid chaos, a sanctuary where she could truly be herself and confront her demons. As she opened her eyes, her hand still quivering, their gazes intertwined once more. His silver eyes radiated an ethereal intensity, brimming with concern and tenderness. "Are you okay?" he inquired, his voice a soothing balm, like a gentle stream winding through a verdant glen. In that instant, Sydney felt her defenses beginning to crumble, her fears slowly unwinding. Could Jordan be the one to ignite her heart, to reveal that love was not a vulnerability, but a formidable force capable of moving mountains and breaking the chains of her deepest insecurities? Could he be the one to inspire her to rewrite her life's script, to place love in the starring role?

Amy, a typical New Yorker, has a life like a tightly - wound clock because of her busy job at the United Nations - precise yet exhausting. She is a person who is rational to the core. Superstitions about ghosts and gods, in her opinion, are like fairy tales for coaxing children, and sweet - talking is like cheap perfume, pungent and hypocritical. On that day, the heavy pressure of work made Amy feel breathless. She returned to her apartment where she lived alone, like a robot with its battery drained. Her only thought was to throw herself onto the bed and isolate herself from the whole world with the quilt. However, midnight, like a mysterious incantation, disrupted her plan. The old radio in the room cabinet made a strange beeping sound, and then a faint cry for help came: "Help... " Amy's heart suddenly tightened. Despite the mixture of fatigue and fear within her, her curiosity still made her ask the radio, "Who are you?" "I'm Tom. I'm being chased by a serial killer. I'm hiding in an abandoned warehouse. He'll find me soon... " The boy's voice was full of fear. Without the slightest hesitation, Amy immediately called the police. A rescue across time, of love and redemption, thus began.

Maria’s life unfolds as a poignant tale of love, betrayal, despair, and ultimate redemption. Her journey begins in the simplicity of her early twenties, shaped by the humble values of her modest upbringing. Maria is an intelligent and driven young woman, studying on a scholarship at an elite college where she meets Ryan, a charismatic and wealthy young man. Ryan’s charm sweeps Maria off her feet, and she is drawn into a world of luxury and privilege that is far removed from her own. Their friendship blossoms into a deep romance, and Maria believes she has found the love of her life. As their love story progresses, the differences in their social backgrounds become more apparent. Ryan’s family disapproves of their relationship, while Maria’s parents, though supportive of her happiness, worry about the challenges of such a union. Ignoring their warnings, Maria dreams of a future with Ryan, one filled with love and understanding. However, life has other plans. Ryan’s father cuts off his financial support, thrusting the couple into an unanticipated financial crisis. The reality of living without wealth proves to be too much for Ryan, who struggles to adapt. Maria, who believed in the strength of their love, is devastated when Ryan abandons her, leaving her to face their hardships alone. This betrayal shatters her heart and forces her into survival mode. Alone and vulnerable, Maria searches desperately for a way to support herself. With no stable job and mounting expenses, she is lured into the dark world of prostitution. The decision is not one she makes lightly, but desperation leaves her with no alternatives. The days blur into nights as Maria struggles to reconcile the choices she’s made. Her shame and guilt grow heavier, but she feels trapped in a cycle she cannot break. One fateful evening, Maria meets Father Robert, a compassionate priest who sees beyond her broken exterior. He offers her not just guidance but a way to reclaim her life. Father Robert’s unwavering kindness and nonjudgmental demeanor spark something in Maria—a faint glimmer of hope. Over time, he helps her confront her past, offering her the chance to leave behind the darkness and embrace the light of redemption. Through his support, Maria begins a profound transformation. She renounces her past and decides to dedicate herself to God. Joining a convent, she finds solace in the peace and discipline of her new life. Maria becomes Sister Mary, a devout nun committed to serving others. For the first time in years, she feels a sense of purpose and belonging. Her work with the poor and the needy brings her a fulfillment she never thought possible. Yet, life has more twists in store for Maria. An unexpected encounter with Aisha, a childhood friend from her college days, reawakens questions Maria thought she had answered. Aisha, now a devout Muslim, shares her journey to Islam, describing the peace and clarity it has brought her. Intrigued, Maria begins to explore Islamic teachings. The Qur'an’s emphasis on justice, mercy, and surrender to God’s will resonates deeply with her. As Maria delves deeper into Islam, she finds answers to questions that have lingered in her heart for years. Slowly but surely, the pull toward this faith becomes undeniable. After months of reflection, Maria decides to embrace Islam. Taking the name Maryam, she starts her journey as a Muslim woman, determined to begin anew once again. As Maryam, she immerses herself in learning and spiritual growth. She attends study circles, reads extensively, and consults Islamic scholars. Her past, though painful, becomes a source of strength and inspiration for others. Maryam’s courage in sharing her story empowers countless women facing their own struggles. She becomes a mentor and a role model, embodying the power of faith and resilience.

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

In a world where technology and fantasy collide, Invernia is the pinnacle of immersive gaming—a virtual reality MMORPG that promises players a life-like experience unlike any other. But when Nasuke, an unassuming and socially outcast gamer, steps into the world of Invernia, he discovers the game hides far more than dazzling graphics and challenging quests. Trapped in a body that mirrors his real-world struggles, Nasuke's journey begins at rock bottom as he navigates Invernia's unforgiving landscapes with nothing but his wits and the faint hope of escaping his mundane life. But Invernia is no ordinary game. Its developers have woven layers of mystery into its fabric, with reality itself bending under the weight of its secrets. As Nasuke forms uneasy alliances and battles powerful foes, he unearths hints of a deeper conspiracy that ties the game to the very essence of human existence. Each choice he makes shifts the balance of power in the virtual world—and perhaps beyond. With every level gained and every boss defeated, Nasuke inches closer to uncovering the truth, but the stakes are higher than he ever imagined. What happens when the line between the game and reality begins to blur? Can Nasuke rise from the ashes of his insecurities and become the hero Invernia needs? Or will the truth lurking within its code shatter both the game and his world forever?

Rayne was a man who lived a life of solitude, burdened by depression and the monotony of mere existence. But when death unexpectedly claims him, he is given a second chance—awakening in the world of his favorite fantasy gacha game. Reborn as the son of a humble farming family, Rayne now knows true happiness for the first time in his life: a loving mother and father, a playful younger sister, and the simple joys of village life. Yet, his tranquil days are not without mystery. A strange system, tied to a gacha mechanic from his past, grants him power at a price, while faint echoes of his former life linger in the shadows. Rayne has vague memories of ten extraordinary beings—heroes of unparalleled beauty and strength—whom he cherished deeply in the game. Though scattered across the world and unaware of his rebirth, their unwavering love and devotion continue to influence the fate of the realm. For now, Rayne focuses on the present: helping his family, honing his skills as a hunter, and learning the values of patience and hard work. But as the quiet days pass, small hints of a larger destiny begin to surface. In the depths of the forest and beyond the horizon lie remnants of a past he thought was just a game—and a future that may draw him back to the very beings he once favored above all. As the bonds of family ground him in the present, Rayne’s peaceful existence begins to intertwine with the grander schemes of the world. Can he hold onto the happiness he’s found, or will the echoes of his past life pull him into a story far greater than he ever imagined? --- Author’s Note: Hey there, amazing readers! Just a quick heads-up about my posting schedule and style. I’ll be updating one chapter every day, so you’ll always have something fresh to dive into. Each chapter is 4,000 to 5,000 words because, let’s face it, I hate cliffhangers as much as you do. My goal is to give you a satisfying, immersive read every time—no abrupt stops, just pure storytelling goodness! So buckle up, grab your favorite snack, and let’s embark on this epic journey together! Your support means the world to me—don’t forget to leave your thoughts, and I’ll see you in the chapters! Happy reading! 40000

Roderic stepped forward, his expression a mix of irritation and wariness. "Lysandra's methods are unorthodox, but they're effective," he said, his tone clipped. "You'll find no one better at scouting or taking down a target." "I can see that," Alaric replied, his lips curling into a faint, smile. "Though I imagine her sharp tongue is just as deadly as her blade." Lysandra crossed her arms, her smirk returning despite the weight of the knights' stares. "You have no idea."

The apocalypse from the game becomes a reality, and the world experiences catastrophic changes. Meteorites impact the Earth, zombies run amok, the Ice Age descends, insectoid invasions occur, and mythical creatures invade. Amidst these numerous calamities, the human population is reduced to a tenth of its former size. In this moment of despair, Evander acquires a trial system. He starts by registering at an interplanetary shelter before the disaster strikes, stockpiling tens of billions in supplies, manufacturing high-tech weaponry, unlocking genetic potential, and establishing a superior power. While others are still suffering from hunger, Evander has already enjoyed fresh-picked vegetables from that day. While others are struggling with severe cold, everyone inside the shelter has already warmed up with heating. When danger approaches, loyal individuals within the shelter, united as one, defend their homes and families. In the face of despair, Evander becomes the last line of defense, guarding the faint spark of hope to glow once again.

Briana is a duke's daughter who's been on the battlefield for almost a decade. After ten years of battling, what she comes back home to is a run away younger syster, whom she has to replace in an arranged marriage. "Father! How can you do this to me? All I ever asked of you was an a few years older, soft-hearted, husband who faints at the sight of blood! Now you want me to marry a younger bloodthirsty man, who also happens be our houses enemy? Have I not dealt with enough enemies?" "It is his majesty's orders! Did I tell you syster to run away? No! What do you think should we become traitors? Do you expect our entire house to die because you want a cute husband?" "Yes! I don't care!" "Guards drag Briana to her room! Servant! Servants! Make her look like a decent lady! Her carriage will be here in one hour!"

Vlad, a destitute youngster from the slums, held an unwavering admiration for knights. Following an encounter with a bolt of black lightning, he started hearing a mysterious voice. One fateful day, a knight cloaked in the shimmering glow of the blue moonlight appeared, completely upending Vlad’s existence in the back alleys. This extraordinary event proved that even a faint star concealed among the darkest corners of the nocturnal firmament can still radiate its brilliance, should it yearn to shine. By Indra Scans Join discord! https://dsc.gg/indra

Clara Wilson the heiress to Diamond Group got engaged to the love of her life Isaac Hartford the heir to Starlight Group, due to an unforeseen betrayal, Clara Wilson on the brink of death on the night of full moon, Alpha and his pack hunting for prey, rescues Clara and turned her to a werewolf through an Alpha's bite. will she survive from the Alpha's bite? Excerpts: The ambient sound of waves gently lapping against the hull, coupled with the distant hum of the ship's engines, only amplifies her thoughts. She forces a smile, raising her glass in a toast, masking her emotions with practiced ease. The couple clinks their glasses with hers, their happiness an unspoken contrast to the quiet yearning in her heart. "I'll go inside the suite and rest now you guys enjoy." She said making her way to the suite. "Babe I need to get something inside the suite." Isaac said. "Alright don't keep me here waiting, I can't do without seeing you for a second." "Really that's my girl." He said, kisses her forehead and left. Isaac didn't go to their suite but he went to Jacqueline's suite he pushed opened the door. "Did I scare you?" He asked. "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in what if I'm undressing." "Sighed softly it's not like this is the first time I'm seeing you undressed should I get rid of your night gown." He said kissing her collar bone. She didn't reject his offer, wrapped her arms around his neck he kissed her thin lips vigorously. Few minutes passed Isaac had not returned yet, she decided to go and check on him, she checked their suite he was not there, she headed to Jacqueline's suite to ask her If she had seen Isaac. She opened the door to Jacqueline's suite and then, her eyes flickered tears rapidly streamed down her face a pang of shame stabbed at her watching her best friend and the love of her life together on bed exchanging intimacies. "Isaac....you! How could you do this to me? What are you two doing together on bed?" Both of them stared at her without any sigh of remorsefulness. "It's just like what you're seeing right now" She moved closer to the bed drags the sheet off Jacqueline exposing her nakedness grabbed her brown hair hitting her head against the cluttered table beside the bed. Jacqueline stretches her hand reaching for the wine she held it and hits Clara's head with the wine bottle, the glass shattered against Clara's head. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silence and crimson blood began to seep, dripping onto the plush carpet and pooling under the shards of broken glass, Clara fainted. The room descended into chaos, the once romantic moments now marred by betrayal and violence. "Oh my goodness what have you done Jacqueline." "Is she dead?" She asked curiously in fear. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't think she is dead yet she fainted probably." He said.  "I know what to do." He carried her heading to the edge of the ship Jacqueline followed him , Isaac pulled off his shirt soaked with blood used it to clean the blood stain on his hand and neck. He folded the shirt and throws it into the sea. Jacqueline standing at the edge of the ship bitting her fingers  panicked about the situation. "Please don't kill me, help me I promise not to cause any trouble for both of you, I will forgive and pretend nothing happened here." Clara muttered in pain. "So you're finally awake"

"Let me take a look." Mr. Wright’s voice was calm, professional even, but his touch—steady and assured as he lifted me onto the desk—was anything but ordinary. His hands, broad and strong, lingered just a moment too long on my arm as he steadied me, sending an unwelcome but undeniable shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, trying not to notice the way his tie loosened slightly as he leaned in or the faint scent of cedarwood and worn pages that seemed to follow him everywhere. He was close enough now that I could see the faint worry lines etched into his brow as he carefully slid the strap of my uniform off my shoulder. "Alina," he said softly, his voice low but tinged with exasperation, "why do you always end up hurt?" His fingers ghosted over the darkened skin near my collarbone, examining it with the precision of someone who cared too much but tried not to show it. "You need to stop being reckless," he murmured, his tone shifting, softer now. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office, and I’ll deal with them." It was a simple offer, but I had to remind myself, loudly and firmly, that this was my Mr.. The man responsible for my education, not... whatever my mind was trying to turn him into. "Mr. Wright," I started, trying to regain control of the situation—and my racing heart. "This really isn’t a big deal. I can handle myself." His jaw tightened ever so slightly, and for a fleeting moment, I thought he might argue. Instead, he stepped back, his hands falling away from me as if realizing they’d overstayed their welcome. --------------------------------------------------------------- Alina Hart, a sharp-tongued high school senior, hides behind sarcasm and wit to mask the pain of fractured family life. Shipped off to a prestigious boarding school by a father who no longer sees her, Alina struggles to find her place in a world of strict rules and academic expectations. Enter Mr. Cristiano Wright, a 27-year-old literature teacher whose calm demeanor and sharp intellect make him both an enigma and a fasciChrision. Tasked by Alina’s older brother Ethan to keep an eye on her, Wright finds himself drawn to the complexity beneath her rebellious exterior. In the backdrop of Shakespearean sonnets and Romantic poetry, Alina and Wright navigate an increasingly fraught connection. What begins as reluctant mentorship soon transforms into a tangled web of forbidden emotions, unspoken words, and an undeniable pull that neither can ignore. Set against the bustling corridors of an urban high school and the quiet corners of a library filled with unspoken confessions, Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths explores the fine line between admiration and desire, duty and vulnerability. As Alina and Wright grapple with their feelings, they must confront their moral boundaries and the cost of their choices. Can they maintain the lines they’ve drawn, or will their emotions blur them beyond recognition?

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

Gayara accidentally saves a pregnant woman from being assassinated and died on her way to the university. Afterwards, she got reincarnated as the daughter of the woman she saved but in a parallel dimension called the ABO world. She was supposed to be restarting her life but, her identity proves otherwise. After being subjected to an experiment by the Chief Scientist of Styx Organization, she realizes that this world isn't that simple either. As such, she participated in all kinds of military training, absorbing all the necessary knowledge to parry against all evil at a young age. Upon graduating, she unexpectedly saved her fiancee from an assassination attempt, who was appointed by her mother whom she didn't think of until then. Alas, even her fiancee isn't that simple either. The seemingly weak omega who faints or trembles at the sight of blood, is secretly a member of the Military Intelligence Corps. She feeds them information about incoming attacks, dangers, disasters or any kind of conflict she saw from her vision. As a result, her life is always at the top of the knife. Knowing this, Gayara is determined to support and protect her from the dangers created by the citizens of Cosmos continent, a society of mad scientists whose creations disrupt the order of the world, creating chaos at every step of the journey.

Everyone knows the classic Cinderella story. A prince who falls in love with a commoner and unintentionally rescues her from her abusive household. But… What if Cinderella were a prideful young man, and the prince… was a princess who could barely admit her own feelings? Oh. The things people will do for love. The illegitimate son from the Xie family is laughed at the aristocratic circle. Proud, aloof, and undeniably rude, he’s everything but likable. His only saving graces are his unmatched grades and a face that could stop traffic. Yang Qinru, the "tyrant" of Imperial Academy, is no damsel in distress. With a bat in one hand and wit sharp enough to cut steel, she’s both feared and respected. But behind her rebellion is a girl who’s unafraid to take what she wants—even if it’s someone as infuriating as Xie Xinglin. ... "You’re kind of cute,” Yang Qinru mumbled, her cheeks betraying her with a faint pink hue. "What was that?" Xie Xinglin looked up, frowning. "I said you look like you crawled out of a garbage can!" she snapped, cheeks flaming as she spun on her heel and stormed off. Later, Wang Ye leaned in with a sly grin. "Boss, you into him? Like, fantasizing-about-him kind of into him?" Yang Qinru shot him a glare. "Like who?" "You know… him. Do you, like, daydream about holding his hand and skipping through fields of flowers or something?" She snorted. "Of course not! What kind of nonsense—?" She paused, her voice dropping to a mumble. "It's not like I imagine us getting married, building a house in the countryside, and adopting five cats or anything." Wang Ye blinked, stunned. "Uh… boss, that’s oddly specific." "Shut up!" she barked, shoving him away. This isn’t your typical fairy tale. When the "Cinderella" isn’t waiting to be saved, and the "prince" has his own walls to break down, what’s left is a whirlwind romance of rivalry, sarcasm, and reluctant confessions. After all, love doesn’t always follow the script.

What is it.. that.you are seeing? ' A distorted faint voice that constantly haunts Aki became a companion.Aki had no idea why. Train station,his mother's dead body and a white transparent being in his nightmare.. As soon the siren sound starts,it makes Aki see something that he doesn't recognise.This Siren wave is something else. A warning? Or a reminder? Reiji,a non-human being falls for him.After these two met,the hidden world falls into mess.The betrayer who can dwell in this two different worlds seamlessly and rule over, a threat to the non-humans,arises.

The spectral legions of Zephyr the Abyssal, Dark Lord of the Abyss, bring an icy death to the world. Bleached bone mountains rise, a testament to his tyranny, while tormented souls, twisted into demonic servants, bolster his ever-growing army. Humanity's vibrant history is a fading memory, swallowed by the encroaching darkness. Yet, against this overwhelming despair, the sun's life-giving warmth persists, nurturing the fragile seeds of hope. The embers of peace, though faint, still glow, a defiant spark against the abyssal night. Nestled at the foot of the imposing Mount Cinderfang, within the protective circle of the ancient bronze Citadel of Whispers, lies the secluded hamlet of Whisperwind. This sacred site, home to the Celestial Monastery, is guarded by monks imbued with righteous might. Within the Monastery, these monks maintain a tireless vigil, their disciplined ranks a bulwark against the encroaching darkness. Their sacred duty: to protect the people of Whisperwind from the formidable magical forces that threaten from beyond the Citadel of Whispers. The memory of Elder Theron's stand against Zephyr the Abyssal and his legions still echoes—a battle of unparalleled ferocity that stained the autumn afternoon with the blood of countless fallen. Good and evil clashed with a rage unseen before, overwhelming the Celestial Monastery. Forced to retreat to the sanctuary of Mount Cinderfang, Elder Theron, grievously wounded, hid a peerless spiritual treasure deep within a secret chamber beneath Oracle Falls before his death. With his last breath, he merged with the surging energies... Creating the Infernal Lock formation, the people of Whisperwind, protected by the Citadel of Whispers, have withstood countless attacks from the demonic hordes over the years. This powerful shield afforded the Celestial Monastery precious time to train exceptional disciples, true paragons of martial prowess. The legend of a hero who would vanquish tyranny would remain untold were it not for the appearance of a certain individual: Drakon, an orphan boy from Whisperwind. Fate led this youth to encounter the Sunfire Drake, a divine beast hatched from a colossal golden egg, possessing the power to unleash devastating flames. Drakon's destiny was forged in three blades: Crimson Edge, a longsword representing humanity's strength; Dawnbreaker, a legendary blade imbued with divine power; and Nightshade, the infernal blade of the demonic legions, a weapon that bound the fearsome Obsidian Drake. This duality—the Sunfire Drake against the Obsidian Drake, light against darkness—mirrored the internal conflict within Drakon, the eternal struggle between good and evil, the choice between righteous and wicked paths. With his draconic companion and his ultimate weapons, Drakon ascended to the pinnacle of power, a figure who challenged both the demonic world and the forces of light. To understand better, I invite you to step into the world of mysterious stories, accompany me in this novel "Blood red sun day kill Gohts"!