Blender Portrait Sculpting

[Dimension Exploration] + [Management] + [Urban Legends] + [Comedy] + [Meat Pigeon] + [I'm Surrounded by Beauties] The renowned sharp-tongued food critic Tang Rijie had already wolfed down three large bowls of rice, sweating profusely, yet he stubbornly maintained his stance. "I admit the dishes in your restaurant are all delicious, and the appearance, scent, and taste can be considered perfect, but I must say, I didn't taste any soul in these dishes! And the soul is the key to determining the success or failure of a dish!" Ma Lu's expression remained unchanged, "It's just a soul you want, right? Just wait." Having said that, he walked into the kitchen, took out two souls from the freezer, and stuffed them into the blender. 10 minutes later, a steaming plate of dumplings was placed in front of Tang Rijie. "Hello, sir, here is the soul you asked for, all wrapped inside."

In the opulent drawing rooms of the Caravelle estate, history whispered through gilded portraits and well-worn traditions. Alexander Caravelle, heir to an illustrious dynasty built on honor and wealth, lived a life prescribed by expectation and refined etiquette. Across town, in the modest quarters of the Mercer household, Isabella Mercer nurtured a quiet dignity despite hardship. Though the two families belonged to worlds apart, fate had already begun to sketch the outlines of a love that would shatter old barriers. In hushed conversations among servants and whispered rumors in the Mercer neighborhood, a name—Isabella—sparkled with a rare inner light. And in the gilded corridors of the Caravelle mansion, Alexander’s eyes, heavy with the burden of his destiny, would soon alight upon that light in a moment that would forever alter the course of both their lives.

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." Jun Mo stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."

Percy, a broke novel reviewer, barely scrapes by, until his drunken, deadbeat father kills him over a few bills. But instead of dying, he wakes up inside the very novel he just reviewed… and hated! Trapped in the tragic world of 'Paintings of Eryndor’s Portraits', Percy is now Caelan Ilvenhart! A character doomed to become a victim of the novel’s ruthless protagonist. In a world where everyone wield terrifying powers, Caelan is caught in family strife and forced to navigate a life of scorn and survival. Worst of all? He must deal with Eryndor Solvere: The psychotic, cruel protagonist of the novel who also happens to be the unstable, tortured heir of the Grand Duke, his fate steeped in madness and tragedy. But as Percy defies his expected fate, his relationship with Eryndor takes an unexpected turn. With survival on the line and romance blooming in the shadows of cruelty, can Percy rewrite this doomed story… or will he become just another victim of fate?

Luca Devereux inherits his late grandfather’s art gallery, where he discovers a cryptic message urging him to "find the truth in the paintings." Drawn to an eerie portrait of a cloaked figure, Luca is transported into a surreal world shaped by his own imagination. As he uncovers his grandfather’s hidden past, Luca must confront his fears and embrace his creative potential to unlock a mysterious door that could change everything. In a reality where art holds unimaginable power, Luca’s journey is one of self-discovery and transformation.

Andrea’s life changes the moment she meets Joe, her devastatingly handsome gym instructor. With his irresistible charm and sculpted body, he becomes the center of her fantasies, a desire she can’t control. She thought she could keep it a secret—until Joe disappears, leaving her heart aching and her thoughts consumed. Months later, Andrea walks through her front door, only to face the unimaginable: Joe is back, standing beside her mom, smiling as her new fiancé. The man Andrea craved is now the man she must call family. What begins as awkward glances and lingering tension quickly spirals into something darker. Andrea is caught between her forbidden longing and the fear of destroying her family. Every encounter with Joe becomes a test of control, but her feelings refuse to fade. Will Andrea bury her desires and protect the people she loves, or will the pull of temptation lead to a secret that could shatter everything?

Derek McCoy was a man who spent his entire life facing adversity and injustice. After being forced to settle with surviving rather than living, he had finally found his place in the world, until everything was taken from him one last time. After losing his life to avenge his murdered brother, he reincarnates until he finds a world worth living in, a world filled with magic and monsters. Follow him along his journey, from grieving brother to alien soldier. From infant to Supreme Magus. ------------------------------------------- Tags: Transmigration, Male MC, Western Fantasy Schedule: 12 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter Lenght: 1200 - 1400 words Warning: The MC is not a hero nor an anti-hero. He is a broken, cynic and misanthropic person looking only for his own gain. If you are looking for a forgiving, nice, MC that goes around saving people in distress, this is not your cup of tea. Same if you want an unchanging MC with no character development. ------------------------------------------- Discord Server: https://discord.gg/suprememagus ---------------------------------------- Cover of Tiamat form Lith Verhen by josh groban aka manohar aka Animustw. My new Pfp was made by Josh (same as above). Visit the official discord for his official portraits of the characters.

(MATURE CONTENT) Threesome arc? - Right here A weak, adorable, and low self-esteemed MC with an awful past, a trauma breaking him down every second and controling his life, just before he meets his 'suns', and later gains confidence and starts loving himself again arc? - Right here. Yeah, you read that right. Twin brothers who radiate like the sun and are very possessive of the MC, putting his happiness above everything arc? Gosh, look no further, you're in the right place. This story is just for you, so open it and read to your heart's content. ****** Synopsis I was just a no-name photographer who was trying hard to make a living, but then I got tangled with 'them'. My life, as it was, had always been nothing but a nightmare, living a cursed life that wasn't fit to be called a life. I had no chances with love, connections, or anything. Nothing! And after drawing my last straw, trying to make a final effort that would maybe lead me somewhere other than dirt, I met them again. They - the twins - were my childhood friends whose lives I had ruined with my presence, and I was scared to ruin it a second time, so I tried to stay away from them but... They had other plans. 'When angels dream.' That was what I called the picture. The beautiful portrait was filled with serenity as that blond Italian man gazed into the distance and was showered with the soft petals of cherry blossom. The beautiful picture I had 'stolen'. Yeah, that's the word. I stole it because I didn't ask for permission first. But this is how it unfolded. At first, I took the picture without asking because I was so mesmerized by the scenery, and completely breathtaking, but then I got caught but it wasn't by the same man. They looked alike and wore the same clothes but I could tell right away that he wasn't him. Nevertheless, I apologized. "I'm deeply sorry." I said but then, the man whom I had stolen a picture from walked up behind me and said, "To think such a day would come." I turned around and blinked, looking at the man in front of me and then at the one behind me. They were identical twins. And not only that ... My heart shook... They looked like the twins I had known back then. "What's the matter?" The one in front asked with a bright smile that I was so compelled to take a picture of him and I did. He blinked at my confused expression and then burst out laughing. A sweet and cheerful laugh that made me blush. he looked really handsome. They both did, with their blonde hair which shone like gold with the suns radiation and a charming smile. I found my heart racing at the mere sight of that smile and almost forgot the situation I was in. "I see you haven't changed at all." He suddenly said, swiped my hair back and added, softly, "Hyung." My eyes widened. These two... It couldn't be... They weren't the twins, right? The twins that I knew. They... How did this happen? I just wanted a picture, that's all. ****** Thank you all for diving into this story. Note, the smut doesn't officially start right away till the later chapters but I didn't leave the readers without some sweet candies either, so along the line, there were a bunch of 'actions' between MC and the twins, huhu. His denial knew no bound but his body still won in the end, haha. Anyway, if you find waiting for updates too long, and you haven't checked out my other books, please do. There's also a threesome arc in the first one below. And it's completed too. What a score! 1) Alpha, Alpha, Beta? I transmigrated into an Omegaverse as a boy? [Completed] Check out the continuation of number one, It's the next generation, that is, their kids 2) To Byul (Omegaverse) [Ongoing ]

*Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

Tartarus, The world sculpted by celestial hands, the angels descended from the far reaches of the cosmos, bearing the edicts of the Creator. They came as guardians, bringing order to the boundless depths of Tartarus. Yet, beneath the veneer of divine law, deception festers—an Evil unseen, a whisper in the dark that even the great entities fails to perceive. From the flow of time itself, a man is sent—a mortal from Earth, chosen by the Angels of Time. His purpose? To stand against the encroaching catastrophe that lurks unseen, waiting to consume Tartarus. But he does not seek the mantle of a hero. Shackled by scars of the past, he rejects the fate thrust upon him. Yet fate is relentless, and the tide of destiny drags him forth, forcing him into the role he so despises. To be a hero in Tartarus is not to wield a sword against mere foes, but to unravel a truth buried beneath epochs of lies. The histories recorded in sacred tomes are but illusions, their words spun to shroud an unspeakable secret. And as he walks the path of revelation, he glimpses the echoes of worlds long lost, of ages that the gods have conspired to erase. But knowledge is a double-edged blade. The deeper he delves, the clearer it becomes—this is no mere deception of a single world, but a tapestry of falsehood woven into the fabric of the cosmos itself. What lies beyond the veil is not simply the truth of Tartarus, but the truth of existence. He will bring light to the darkness. But the darkness is endless. May Theo rest peacefully. Join discord for more discussion! https://discord.gg/K5FNjare

Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 21 short years of her life, Mira scrambled against the man's grip, and a whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. “Shh,” he murmured, lowering his head. Pressed against his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face, strands of jet-black hair sweeping his cheeks. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. “If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his gravelly voice threatened to drown any audience. ----- History repeats itself. In a world ten thousand years after ours perishes, the planet is ruled by the First World, consisting of the Commonwealth and the Republic across the Huron Sea. 21-year-old Mira de Armas must escape the Commonwealth after a posse of vigilantes who called themselves the Reds started a revolution and persecuted her stepfather till his death. Disguised as a boy, she smuggles herself to the Republic. As she tries to escape from the Customs, she is caught by the most wanted man of the First World, the last drug lord who has taken out all the Republican cartels. The man offers to take her to safety in exchange for helping him to a bunker and treating his wound from the gunshot. Left with no choice, Mira joins forces with the man and learns that he is Dr. Warshon Qusbecq, a renowned physician by day. As their journey uncovers old memories and reveals the conspiracy behind the election of the First World Premier, their relationship evolves from suspicion to mutual dependence and affection. Through intellectual sparring and the exchange of personal stories, they reveal emotional vulnerabilities to each other that they hide from the rest of the world. Drawing on her own experiences in the Commonwealth, Mira sees the truth as she falls into the dark: that darkness exists exactly because the light is shining and enjoyed on the other side. I hope you'll enjoy this romantasy.

Lucas Grant, a solitary art restorer, is hired to restore an old portrait in a long-abandoned mansion. But as he works on the painting of a missing 19th-century adventurer, strange things begin to happen—whispers in the dark, eerie visions, and a creeping sense of being watched. The portrait seems to hold the key to a dark family secret, and as Lucas unravels its mystery, he becomes increasingly obsessed with the past, losing his grip on reality. Haunted by the spirits of those long gone, Lucas must confront the curse that binds him to the portrait before he becomes its next victim—trapped forever in the whispers of the past.

I hired a bodyguard. I never expected to fall for him. The threats started small—anonymous notes, unsettling phone calls—but soon, they became impossible to ignore. As CEO, I can’t afford weakness, so I do the logical thing: hire the best protection money can buy. Enter Adrian Black. Six-foot-three, black hair, piercing brown eyes, and a body sculpted by years of combat training. In his tailored black suit, he looks every bit the ruthless protector he’s meant to be. Cold. Professional. Untouchable. But beneath that hard exterior, there’s something more. Something dangerous. The way he looks at me—like he sees through my every defense—sends shivers down my spine. And when he touches me, just once, I know I’m in trouble. I shouldn’t want him. I can’t afford to need him. But as danger closes in, Adrian is the only thing standing between me and the unknown enemy hunting me. And when the truth about him finally comes to light, I’ll have to decide what’s more dangerous—the threats against my life… or the man I’m falling for.

In human history, a hundred years is a lifetime, a thousand years is an era, and in a hundred thousand years, entire human societies rise and fall, ceasing to exist. Humanity is but a tiny minority within a vast tapestry of innumerable universes, dimensions, and planets; each is home to unique civilizations and species. The King of Faries, once merely a legend from children’s storybooks and moral tales, now looms large in myth. Once upon a time, there was a King who possessed everything: riches, luxuries, entertainment, yet he cared for none of it because his heart was consumed by a single obsession: his own handsome face. The entire Fairy Realm was adorned with his portraits and statues, and even the architecture bore his visage. Anything that did not mirror his image was met with disdain. Driven by his narcissism, one fateful day a dream came to him—a vision of the grandest and most beautiful statue ever witnessed, one to rival the heavens themselves. But as his obsession grew, the kingdom’s once vibrant streets fell silent. The people suffered under the weight of a ruler who saw only his own beauty in every monument. The colossal statue, crafted from Pure Mythril, a substance so luminous it was said to unmake a soul, shone with an intensity both mesmerizing and ominous. …to be continued.

When Lali marries into the powerful and wealthy Jeon family, she expects a life of respect and luxury. But behind the grand walls of the Jeon mansion, she finds herself surrounded by mystery, tension, and secrets no one dares to speak of. Lali begins to uncover clues about a hidden past that seems strangely connected to her. A mysterious portrait, coded messages, and a family that guards its secrets fiercely pull her deeper into a web of lies. Her husband, Gguk, is distant and guarded, but his quiet presence stirs emotions in her that she can’t ignore. As Lali tries to get closer to him, she realizes that love may be the only thing strong enough to face the darkness. Can Lali unravel the truth without breaking apart her marriage and the family? Or will the Jeon family’s secrets destroy her before she uncovers them all?

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." He stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." He stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."

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?

"In the world full of choices, I have only you!" *** Excerpt: “Marry me!” At the commanding voice, Yun Meiyi turned around with a scowl. And there he was with a face sculpted by the best artists in heaven and a body designed to torture the most defying soul in hell, he looked like any male, she had fantasized about, while reading the romantic novels. But there was something in his impeccable beauty that cautioned her against him. As if it was the call of heaven asking her to reject him straight away. “Look for someone else, I am not interested.” She said and then turned away, finding his words meaninglessly arrogant. But just as she turned, his warning came teasingly, “Are you sure you want to defy me?” Her frown deepened as she turned to ask, “What’s so special about defying you? Are you a lord of some kingdom whom one can’t defy?” The man’s lips curled up in a devilish smirk that looked like a part of his nature. “Even better. I am the Prince of Darkness. The Devil of this universe.” *** She was a human... He was the Devil of the Universe! She was betrayed... He could be called anything that meant deceit! She was poisoned ... While his existence was on stake! Without their knowledge, their fates were intertwined. Making her, his only Survival choice!! ______________ Update Schedule: Monday, Wednesday & Friday. Join the author on the discord server: https://discord.gg/88C4VZD Or connect on Instagram: author_scarlet_shine

Kurtis hates his life, Being 15yrs old he is a victim of endless ,merciless bullying at school. Day in day out he is bullied, having to endure anything ranging from insults to damage of his belongings, being beaten up and constantly spat at. There is only so much a boy of his age can take. Then a day comes when he makes a mistake he both regrets and is forever grateful he made. Resulting in his unfortunate death.... Many struggles and sufferings as well as rewards await him. Read and watch as his goals and aspirations change as well as his personality shaped and sculpted by his environment and the people he meets. Old enemies persist and new ones surface. Follow him as he makes shocking discoveries as well as a name for himself as he uncovers the mysterious and hidden truths of his new world filled with Magic and wonders. This is my First time writing a story. If there are any discrepancies you notice, please comment them and I will do my best to fix it. Thankyou If you see any similarities between my story with Supreme magus and My vampire System its because I took a lot of inspiration from both these great stories. The First few chapters are about the MC's life before death leading up to his reincarnation. The reason I did not put them in an auxiliary volume is because It is important to the story. If you don't want to read it skip to chapter 8. Thankyou!

When a woman vanishes after a rendezvous with an online connection, detectives find themselves entangled in a web of deceit. With no immediate proof, they must rely on fragmented clues and unforeseen breakthroughs to unravel the mystery and engage in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a cunning suspect.

"Portraits of the Undying" Isabella, a talented fine art restorer, is drawn to a remote castle shrouded in secrets, where her work on ancient paintings unearths forgotten memories from a past life she doesn’t understand. The paintings, particularly one of a regal queen who seems to watch her, ignite a mysterious connection that pulls her deeper into the castle’s dark history. As Isabella uncovers the truths hidden in the walls of the castle, she encounters Viktor—a brooding, enigmatic man whose gaze hides more than he reveals. But when strange visions begin to blur the line between past and present, Isabella’s reality starts to unravel, revealing the truth about her royal lineage, a tragic love, and a bond that transcends time. Haunted by whispers and visions, Isabella must navigate her growing feelings for Viktor, the appearance of a rival named Damien, and the mysterious allure of a castle that might just be alive. But the deeper she delves, the more she questions: Who is she really, and why is the castle calling her back to its forgotten depths?

(Mature content, smut,18+, no rape) ...... "What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." Jun Shang stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can shoot him down." ....... "Hnnng." A woman's first moan was always a good sign. Even if she tries to suppress it, it can't be suppressed, so she lets out a breath. As she moaned, his wife's head fell back. The yukatas were randomly strewn above the sheets. A wisteria petal was stuck to the back of her neck. He stretched down and bit the flower petal. The petal and skin both crumbled between his teeth. The sweet taste spread in his mouth like an aphrodisiac. "Haa..." Xiao's hand gripped her abandoned yukata. He had already teased her nipples, and they glistened as they perked up. With another surge of desire, Jun Shang cupped her breast once again. His wife's body was beautiful. It was as smooth as a painting. Her perfectly supple breasts, her long and slender hands and feet. More than that, the most captivating features were her fragrance and her pale, soft skin that seemed to melt underneath her hands. 'You're beautiful.' She didn't seem to be touched by his words. There was no reason for her to respond with 'You too' just to be polite. But none of that mattered. Her proud face and her cold eyes. All of it. He liked all of it. And starting today, all of it would be his. "Ahh." ……… In a world ruled by business alliances, Jun Shang and Yun Xiao are forced into marriage for profit. Their families arrange it, and they agree to keep it strictly business - no love, just cold partnership. But during their honeymoon, something unexpected happens. They feel a strong attraction to each other and give in to desire, breaking the rules of their agreement. As they navigate the tricky world of corporate greed and family pressure, Jun Shang refuses to let go. He wants to understand Yun Xiao better and uncover her secrets. ......... Check out my patreon.com/Prabin776

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." Di Xiao stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can shoot him down." .......... Check out my patreon.com/Prabin776

"You're sitting on my chair, idiot!" I growled at him, I know I was stupidly brave with no backup. "Sweetheart, your place is here" He said in a seductive tone, patting his thigh. "You..." I gritted. He slowly stepped into the moonlight, instantly recognizing him "God of Death" I muttered faintly. "Don't compare him to me. I don't take souls when their time is done but enjoy the souls that are offered to me to satiate my pleasure" He snarled "And now you can't escape from me" My breath hitched. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded He pulled me towards him, crushing my body with his. Lazily with an impend butterfly kisses down my throat, and I struggled in his tight embrace. "I'm the hell himself, baby. I'm The Devil you seek, My Queen" With that he crashed his lips onto mine. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Will it be a twisted fate or a fated twist for them? ~*~*~*~*~*~ "I'm no HERO, You shouldn't have treated as ONE" RUDRA VEER PRATAP RATHORE - 'Tainting this world red was never my intention but an obligation for finding her'. CEO of the Rathore.Inc, King of Jodhpur, and God himself sculpted the 'Devil Of the Sins'. One decision flipped his destiny, Everything shattered beyond his grasp. Yet he will still choice that path to have her. His beast of Darkness turned into the Demon of Hell, together searching for their Master, their Queen. She was meant to Kill Him but one spark was all required... "I'm the Devil, My Queen" ~*~*~*~*~ "Princess is my Title, Monster is my Nature and I'm your Fucking Nightmare" LILITH ISHA ROMANIO - 'They say I'm a psychopath but I preferably say that I'm creative' Sussex of Spain, Queen of the Underworld, and Angels crafted her bit by bit from the pits of hell to eradicate the Devil created by God. At one point wiping out the forced Sin of Lust was her main priority, In the next second she, herself was attracted to the God of Lust. Like the Icing on the cake, He was God himself, 'God of Death' that she was tantalized. "This is my Hell bitch and I Make the Rules" ~*~*~*~*~

Lena Carter is a bright and resolute assistant who has her life changed when she saves a mysterious stranger from a hit-and-run. The man whom she saves is none other than Ethan Grayson: the enigmatic CEO of the Grayson Corporation. Drawn into the world of high stakes alongside hidden secrets, Lena discovers that the charm of Ethan hides behind a heart haunted by his tragic past. Their budding romance turns sinister when Lena finds a portrait of a woman who looks eerily like her-with one small difference. As questions arise about Ethan's motives behind his late lover's death, Lena finds herself mired in a web of betrayal, sabotage, and buried grief. For every trumped-up charge she uncovered about Grayson Corp's underhanded dealings, she pulled closer into Damien Lowell's ruthless world-a rival bent on crumbling everything Ethan had worked hard for. Complying with a cryptic ally and facing an endless string of anonymous threats, Lena gets pulled into a perilous web of deceit and power jockeying. With the sniper in her own background and secrets of Ethan poised to take it all down, Lena must make the impossible choice: pursue the truth or protect her own heart. Shadows of Deception is suspenseful, passionate, and amply endowed-with twists and turns along the way, together with the theme of what we will do for love, at what the expense of unearthing the past, and the strength of a woman who is determined to reforge her fate.

Lena Carter is a bright and resolute assistant who has her life changed when she saves a mysterious stranger from a hit-and-run. The man whom she saves is none other than Ethan Grayson: the enigmatic CEO of the Grayson Corporation. Drawn into the world of high stakes alongside hidden secrets, Lena discovers that the charm of Ethan hides behind a heart haunted by his tragic past. Their budding romance turns sinister when Lena finds a portrait of a woman who looks eerily like her-with one small difference. As questions arise about Ethan's motives behind his late lover's death, Lena finds herself mired in a web of betrayal, sabotage, and buried grief. For every trumped-up charge she uncovered about Grayson Corp's underhanded dealings, she pulled closer into Damien Lowell's ruthless world-a rival bent on crumbling everything Ethan had worked hard for. Complying with a cryptic ally and facing an endless string of anonymous threats, Lena gets pulled into a perilous web of deceit and power jockeying. With the sniper in her own background and secrets of Ethan poised to take it all down, Lena must make the impossible choice: pursue the truth or protect her own heart. Shadows of Deception is suspenseful, passionate, and amply endowed-with twists and turns along the way, together with the theme of what we will do for love, at what the expense of unearthing the past, and the strength of a woman who is determined to reforge her fate.

A narrative about a navy man who has been aware of life's difficulties since childhood. Forged by complicated waters, sculpted by trial and suffering but not despairing of the Lord's guidance, those who do not waver and do not lose confidence in what is placed before him will gain glory in the future. The narrative of life is just beginning, there is calm, stormy and there are storms to come. The stability and endurance of each are determined by the testing. The flow of life is forged in the huge ocean; the weapon must simply go with the flow and stability so as not to sink in the depths of the ocean. It also requires a strong captain to avoid being swept away by the passion and fury of life.

Yeah uh... Imagine combining an apple and a peace in a blender, what would it taste like? Who knows, they are the same kind in different forms. man, is this really necessary though? Heavy reminder, the deuteragonist and protagonist's POV exchanges frequently in every single chapter, but don't worry, it'll only focus on the protagonist's POV as the progress goes on.

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