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In a world that's overwhelmed by technology, noise, and a kind of spiritual forgetfulness, a barefoot man in a hoodie wanders through the bustling streets of Mumbai, almost invisible to those around him. His mere presence disrupts the cameras, hushes the chaos, and awakens long-buried memories in the people he encounters. He’s unsure of his own identity, but slowly, the world starts to remember. He is Shiva. The god of transformation, reborn in this age of algorithms. As he stirs to life, so does Anika—a sharp-minded hacker who feels disillusioned with the modern world. Plagued by dreams and an unexplainable connection to the mysterious man in the hoodie, she finds herself pulled into a reality that challenges everything she thought she knew. She’s not merely a bystander in this divine comeback—she is Sati reborn, the goddess who once walked into flames and now must rise from them. But their reunion isn’t a fairy tale. Corporate giant Daman Raut, armed with an AI network known as Project Narak, ignites a global conflict—not with guns, but through manipulation of perception. Truth gets twisted, memories are erased, and divinity is ridiculed. As faith turns into a threat to power, Shiva and Anika must awaken the dormant spirit of humanity—not by conquering the world, but by helping it remember. From the quiet echoes of Kailash to the rebirth of the sacred Ganga, from the cosmic Tandava to the digital battleground, Shiva and Sati spearhead a revolution rooted in stillness, breath, and balance. In the ultimate choice between returning and staying, the flame doesn’t retreat into myth. It transforms into the world.

Betrayed. Humiliated. Bleeding dignity across marble floors. Arielle Vaughn had the perfect life—or so she thought. High society’s golden girl, groomed for power, poised for marriage. Until her picture-perfect boyfriend shattered everything in one cruel, public betrayal. Whispers arose and so did camera flashes. Running was the only thing Ari's shattered heart could think of and she did so out of instinct. What she didn’t expect was to fall into the arms of a hot sexy-looking stranger. His aura gave of mystery, danger in his eyes and secrets in his silence. Leon Mikhailov doesn’t save women. He eliminates problems. In his world, vulnerability is a weakness. Emotions are weapons. But there’s something about the way Ari doesn’t cry, the way she bleeds without begging, that cuts him in a place bullets never reached. He should walk away but instead, he makes her a proposition. Three months. Be his fiancée. Play the part while helping him settle a score that has nothing to do with love ,and everything to do with power. No questions. No feelings. No promises. But in the glittering chaos of the elite...where kings wear tailored suits and criminals toast with champagne, just fake kiss can start a very real war. And love? That’s the most dangerous lie of all. ---

Tao Ti was the daughter of Taotie and the mount of War God, who bravely sacrificed herself to save War God. War God collected her soul fragments and sent them into reincarnation. Taotie, a Fierce Beast, feeds on Evil Spirit, resentment, and misfortune. The reincarnated little Tao Ti was switched by a maid and sold to the mountains, where she faced daily struggles of hunger and inadequate clothing. Fortunately, a variety show entered the village and filmed little Tao Ti, causing a sensation in the comments section~ 【Such a cute human cub, don't block her from the camera, I want to watch!】 【The show crew should give her more screen time, poor little thing!】 【Isn't she much more beautiful than a female star?】 A talent agency quickly came to sign her, but her real elder brother, a big shot, rushed over to take her home! She not only exploded in popularity in the entertainment industry but also became the beloved darling of a wealthy family!

Li Xingwan had transmigrated into a book, becoming a D-list celebrity scandal-ridden and already married. Her husband was a bad omen. Rumor had it, he was a poor and elderly man with hemiplegia. Not only that, she also had to play stepmother. In effect, Li Xingwan was just like a widow. Regarding these rumors, Li Xingwan herself remained silent. The clamoring on the internet grew more intense. "That person who appeared on screen just now, couldn't have been a woman taking care of her hemiplegic husband, could she?" "And what about that ugly freak of a stepson?" "Won't this family put on some sort of tragic drama in front of the camera?" "Li Xingwan, she's just shameless. For money, she'd even marry a hemiplegic." But... As the camera panned, who was that cold and abstinent Buddha's Disciple? And who was that soft, adorable little bun?! Ahhh! I'm going crazy!!

"Mr. Lin Jie, as the world's youngest Nobel Prize winner in Physiology, could you share your thoughts?" Lin Jie looked at the flashing cameras in front of him, reminiscing: "Before the age of nineteen, I was just a teenager counting the days waiting to die. What changed my fate was that one surgery." "What that surgery brought me was not just rebirth..."

In the bustling world of 1990s Hollywood, a man defies all odds to become the ultimate icon of fame and power. Standing tall at 186 cm and boasting unparalleled strength, he is not only a top-tier director but also a global sensation celebrated for his charisma, charm, and wealth. With a staggering net worth placing him among the world’s richest, and a reputation that oscillates between adoration and scandal, he navigates the treacherous waters of the entertainment industry with unmatched skill. This story follows his extraordinary journey—from the struggles behind the camera to the dazzling spotlight on the red carpet. Amidst fierce competition, romantic entanglements, and relentless media scrutiny, he carves out a legendary career while battling personal demons and complex relationships. “Hollywood Director 1992” blends humor, drama, and romance to paint a vivid portrait of ambition, resilience, and the price of stardom in a city where dreams are made—and sometimes shattered.

Ruby was a genius; however, she tragically passed away after falling from the fiftieth floor of her own company's building. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an entirely different world. Have you ever heard about the Ghost World? I'm not referring to the world of deceased individuals, but rather a planet. Ruby was shocked when she woke up in the body of an twenty-year-old girl who was already married and had four ghostly husbands. Unfortunately, these husbands didn't love the original owner, and the original owner treated them poorly. The first husband leaned over with a sly smile on his face and said, "You think you can leave me, pretty wife? Nope! Once my eyes catch what I like, I will get it no matter what." The second husband angrily exclaimed, "I hate you, stupid witch! Don't leave me; your stupid husband loves you." The third husband innocently said, "Wife, I made my special soup for you," and proceeded to show bowls filled with blood. The fourth husband gently raised her chin and said, "Wife, I can't believe that with every passing second, minute, and hour, I'm falling for you even more." The fifth husband, who fell in love with her at first sight, looked at the camera and arrogantly smiled. "I fell in love with someone at first sight! Get ready to grab it; I'm throwing ten thousand gems to celebrate," he declared as the camera panned to a room filled with money and treasures. Ruby : "..." Please, someone, make me dead again. Warning: • Reserve Harem • 18+

Si Shi Jin ay isang desperadong babae at isa lamang magandang mukha sa kanyang nakaraang buhay. Siya ay napalitan noong kapanganakan at pinalaki sa isang mayamang pamilya, ngunit sa huli ay namatay ng kaawa-awang kamatayan. Pagkatapos na si Shi Jin ay muling isinilang, siya ay naging matalino, nakahanap ng maraming malakas na tagasuporta, umunlad nang malaki sa kanyang karera, at iniwan ang mga namumuhi sa kanya sa pagkagulat. Lahat ng mata ay nakatuon sa panonood sa kanya na mapahiya. Ang tunay na anak ng mayamang pamilya ay naniniwala na kung si Shi Jin ay mananatili, maaari siyang gamitin bilang isang karagdagang katulong. Ang kanyang dating kasintahan ay nagpipilit na sumunod sa mga kasunduan ng kasal na pinagkasunduan ng kanilang mga magulang at pakasalan ang mayamang babae. Lahat ng tao sa pamilyang Shi ay naniniwala na tapos na siya sa industriya ng entertainment sa sandaling umalis siya sa pamilya. Ang kanyang mga anti-fans ay nakadarama na ang tanging paraan para siya ay makasulong ay ang matulog sa kanyang daan pataas! Si Shi Jin ay nakatanggap ng maraming masamang balita online matapos na mahuli na kumakain kasama ang pinakamayamang tao sa mundo. Lahat ay nangungutya sa kanya dahil sa paggamit ng kanyang katawan upang umunlad sa negosyo ng entertainment. Ang pinakamayamang tao sa mundo ay nalilito, "Ano ang mali sa pagkain kasama ang aking biological na nakababatang kapatid?" Hinabol ng mga paparazzi si Shi Jin ng tatlong araw at gabi nang mag-check in siya sa isang hotel kasama ang isang internasyonal na sikat. Ang internasyonal na sikat ay nagkomento, "May problema ba sa pagtalakay ng script kasama ang aking biological na anak?" Isang magandang araw, si Shi Jin ay napipigilan sa pader ng isang misteryosong global na kingpin at hinalikan hanggang sa mamula ang kanyang mga pisngi. Agad na itinago ng mga paparazzi ang kanilang mga camera at nagtanong, "Kamag-anak? Hindi ba kayo sumobra sa ensayo?" Ang misteryosong kingpin: "May problema ba kayo sa paghalik ko sa aking asawa?"

She was supposed to inherit an empire, not survive a scandal. He was supposed to stay in the shadows, not fall for the girl he met in the dark... But some shadows burn brighter than sparks. -------- Heiress Isabella Montez has spent the past few years of her life looking perfect, playing obedient, and carrying the weight of a powerful name - Boss bitch mode she called it. Until a scandal explodes - leaking explicit content online - and the world turns cruel. The cameras want blood. Her father wants silence. And Isabella? She wants to breathe again. Enter Harry Danvers - cold-eyed, brutally efficient, and infamously private. Harry Danvers doesn't do mess. Not emotions. Not people. Not women like Isabella. But when fate drops her into his world again - raw, furious, and unraveling - he finds himself doing the one thing he swore never to do again: stay. He says he's here to protect her. She says she doesn't need saving. But some scars don't heal until they're seen. Slow-burn. Tension-heavy. Past scars. Dark truths. Haunted souls. Emotional intimacy. One scandal that changes everything and the quiet way people begin to hope again - even in the aftermath. If you love broken characters who don't know they're saving each other and the kind of longing that doesn't ask for permission - Sparks and Shadows is your next obsession. If you like what I've written, please comment, like, collect and review, and I'll be sure to reply. If you want to interact — which I would really love — this is my handles: https://www.instagram.com/meso_faith9 https://www.tiktok.com/@meso_faith I'm not really a social media butterfly and had only recently joined the above platforms but I would really love to hear from y'all. Have a day as lovely as you are!

She was supposed to be the love of his life—until the tabloids crowned another woman in her place. Now, the world thinks she’s broken. They’re about to learn she’s dangerous. Evie Andrew thought she’d escaped her past. She had a quiet flower shop and an engagement ring from billionaire heir Tommy Mackenzie. A bright future was finally within reach. But when photos of Tommy on a secret date with glamorous socialite Alexa Donovan flood the tabloids, Evie’s fairytale explodes overnight. She is betrayed, humiliated and then... hunted. Someone is leaking her darkest secrets. Her stalker ex has returned with blackmail that could destroy everything. And the man she loves is caught between family legacy and public scandal. He’s smiling for the cameras with another woman—one who just might be trying to erase Evie from existence. As threats escalate from gossip columns to car chases and attempted murder, Evie is forced to choose: become the victim they expect, or rewrite the game. Because beneath the designer gowns and billion-dollar secrets, someone is lying. And in a world where trust is currency and love is leveraged, Evie’s about to show them what happens when a survivor stops running.

After twenty-nine years of reign, Jiang Lingxi unfortunately passed away on her way back from a military expedition. When she opened her eyes again, she was in the modern world a thousand years later, becoming a small celebrity everyone on the internet was shouting to beat. Everyone shouting to beat? A drama queen? A small celebrity? Jiang Lingxi smiled it off; as a dignified Empress, she was best at turning the tables in desperate situations! Soon, the entire internet discovered that the hot searches about Jiang Lingxi exploded again, but they were no longer negative. Upon entering, netizens were all shouting: Awesome 666! In the Survival variety show, Jiang Lingxi led the entire scene by herself, and even the former top soldier who had to change careers due to injury couldn't help but humbly ask for jungle survival tips. In the historical drama remake about the Empress, as soon as Jiang Lingxi appeared, the Empress of a thousand-year-old prosperous era that only existed in public imagination suddenly had a clear image. During the Dragon Robe fashion show, the fashion master subconsciously performed minister etiquette in front of Jiang Lingxi, and the unedited red carpet photos amazed people both domestically and internationally. And after more unknown hidden identities were accidentally exposed, the whole internet: We're paralyzed, Your Majesty please witness us sliding and kneeling! * The Shen family of a thousand-year legacy, Shen Yunqing is the youngest Family Head of this generation. The man, rarely seen in front of the camera, is full of honor and dignity, only when looking at Jiang Lingxi does his gaze soften like spring water. 'Encountering Your Majesty, I only wish to bow and call myself your subject!'

At the airport, a swarm of reporters rushed toward a woman in glasses, cameras flashing and mics pointed her way. “Miss, what do you have to say about your divorce?” one reporter shouted. The woman casually shrugged, took the nearest mic from a reporter, and said with a cool smile, “Well, it was boring. My husband was cheap, so I dumped him.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. The reporters stared, stunned. “But Miss, we’ve just learned your husband is planning to marry another woman!” another reporter exclaimed. The woman leaned in slightly, her tone nonchalant. “Well, I don’t care.” Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind. A deep voice followed: “Well, I care, darling.” The reporters recoiled, dramatically covering their noses. “Ewww!” The man narrowed his eyes at them. “What’s your problem?”

Seok Hye-su has long since moved on from her high school heartbreak—or so she thought. Life in Incheon is predictable, and that’s just how she likes it. But everything changes one chilly afternoon when the flashing of cameras and the hum of a growing crowd pull her attention. Turning the corner, she sees him: Dong Chan-wook, now a famous singer, surrounded by fans and media. Years ago, he was the boy who promised to love her forever, only to shatter that promise in pursuit of fame. And now, standing in the spotlight he left her for, he looks as shocked to see her as she feels to see him. As their paths unexpectedly cross again, old wounds resurface and sparks ignite. But fame has made Chan-wook untouchable, and Hye-su has vowed never to let herself be hurt again. Can they rewrite the story of their past, or are some chapters better left closed? In this heartfelt and unexpected reunion, Fame and First Love explores love, loss, and the question of whether some stars are meant to shine together—or apart.

Richard Harrison is a powerful billionaire CEO with a reputation built on precision, power, and silence. With the billion-dollar Zenith Contract hanging in the balance, he can't afford distractions or scandals. But everything changes the night he attends a luxury rooftop party in velaris hotel, Montelucia City. When he sees a young woman being taken advantage of in the VIP lounge, he steps in without hesitation. The press captures the moment: Richard, holding a dazed Pearl Grey in his arms. By morning, the image is everywhere. Pearl, heartbroken and trying to escape a messy past, never expected a night out with her friend would thrust her into the public eye. Now labeled as the mysterious woman on Richard Harrison’s arm, she’s pulled into a whirlwind she never asked for. To protect his public image and hers Richard makes a shocking announcement: Pearl is his fiancee. But when the media frenzy turns dangerous and someone begins to dig into Pearl’s late parents’ history, Richard offers a more permanent solution: a secret, contract marriage. No love. Just protection, business, and control. But behind the cameras and contracts, something deeper begins to form. As deception gives way to desire, and lines blur between what's real and what’s pretend, Pearl and Richard must decide: can a marriage built on lies grow into something true?

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

Book 2 of the Rainbow Sisters Series Ophira Laurier is the second-born of the infamous Seven Sisters—a gold-medalist athlete, a quiet protector, and the steady force in a house that never stops moving. She's used to bruises and broken nails, to carrying weight without complaint. But no one warned her that love could ache worse than any sprain. Her secret? Ozaire Elrod. Captain of the boys' team. Sharp, composed, and maddeningly kind. He's the boy she’s been silently rooting for—heart skipping, eyes lingering, always from a distance. The crush she carried like a secret? Turns heavy, sharp-edged. Because she loved him quietly. And he doubted her loudly. Now, Ophira has to face what hurts more: the betrayal of strangers—or the silence of the one boy she never wanted to stop believing in. This isn’t just about a camera. Or revenge. It’s about heartbreak. Power. And a girl choosing herself first.

Alex Chen has the worst job in the world of the Awakened. While S-rank heroes clear 7-star dungeons for millions in prize money, Alex makes $300 a day filming B-rank teams struggle through 2-star death traps. As an F-rank "Awakened" with barely enough power to lift a camera, he's resigned himself to watching other people live the dream. But when a routine dungeon raid goes sideways and Alex finds himself face-to-face with a monster that should have killed him instantly, something impossible happens. He copies the technique of the B-rank swordsman he's been filming. Perfectly. Instantly. Without any training. [Combat Data Archive - Activated] Now Alex can record, store, and replicate any fighting technique he observes. A Phoenix Guild mage's fire manipulation? Copied. An underground fighter's brutal combat style? Downloaded. The legendary S-rank techniques that only exist in highlight reels? Just another entry in his growing archive. But in a world where power determines everything, Alex's new ability makes him the most dangerous person alive. Every guild wants to recruit him. Every government wants to control him. And somewhere in the shadows, the mysterious beings who gave him this power are watching, waiting to see if humanity's newest weapon will save the world... Or destroy it. From F-rank failure to the ultimate combatant. From observer to operator. Welcome to the Combat Data Archive.

Tai Omega Wales, ex-federation officer and a freelancer on the rim. He comes home from the war discharged from the space federation now he's jobless. He comes back to his home world to discover his family farm gone and people sold into slavery contracts. He decides to drink himself into a early grave until he receives a job offer to pilot a ship so he can make a delivery.

He was the strongest cultivator in his realm until a black hole ended his final battle. Now he's in a world ruled by Pulse Genes, dungeon guilds, livestreamed raids, and superpowered heroes. Gin Maximus spent over two millennia mastering chi only to wake up in a modern Earth where magic is outdated, power comes from instincts, and no one even knows what cultivation is. Declared an anomaly, he's imprisoned for seven years… until he's released into a world that fights monsters for fame and fortune. But Gin isn't like the others. He doesn't want money, or followers. He wants to understand his limits. Because in this world, power is born from belief and Gin believes in one thing only: “To survive, I must cultivate.” With a Pulse power unlike anything this world has ever seen, a camera crew of misfits, and an obsession with a missing S-Rank hero, Gin sets out to become the strongest once again. Even if he has to punch through every gate and kingdom to do it.

In the greed-filled world of corporate empires and magic knights, Min Jae was a king in business, with pockets so deep he could drown in them. That is, until his life deemed his playthrough unfair and gave him a red card. Poison was his family's best friend, as everyone had at least tasted it once, not twice because they never could. Death was never on his calendar, neither was an offer for a divine gig. Enter the Deity of Stories, a celestial being with a fetish for plot twists, who offers Min Jae a deal he can't refuse: become her divine cameraman. No, not the kind with a lens, but one who records the tales of mortals. In return, he gets a second shot at life, in a world where his dearly departed parents are alive and well, ready to dote on him from birth. Reborn as Judge (because “Min Jae 2.0” sounded too dull), he quickly realizes this new life is no gift. This steampunk utopia, filled with airships, clockwork gadgets, and an alarming lack of Wi-Fi, thrives on manipulation. But who needs the internet when you have a divine camera and the sharp mind to control it all? Judge isn’t just here to record stories; he’s here to write them, casting himself as the mastermind behind every twist and turn. Armed with his divine powers, he navigates complex schemes, power-hungry nobles, and ruthless industrialists, all while keeping his ultimate goal hidden: to ascend to godhood and rewrite his own fate. Of course, he generally makes a glorious mess of things, all while trying to keep his dear parents blissfully unaware of his less-than-angelic schemes. But as the stakes rise and the Deity of Stories watches his every move, Judge must tread carefully. Can he manipulate his way to the top, or will he become just another character in someone else’s plot twist? --- Just a quick disclaimer: The book steers clear of any unwanted adult stuff. However, it does feature a potentially disturbing amount of violence—enough to make you wonder about the author's mental health. So proceed with caution—and maybe a shield!

Crimson Bloom: Ascend In the final semester before the world starts to die, Aria Solenne lives a life defined by quiet repetition — university lectures she half - listens to, a dusty bookstore that smells like old ink and loneliness, and vivid dreams she can never quite remember when she wakes. But everything shifts the night she locks eyes with Selene Virelle — a former soldier with cold fire in her veins and a gaze that sees straight through the lies Aria doesn’t know she’s telling herself. What Aria doesn’t realize is this: she already died once. In a previous timeline, the Council — the so - called protectors of balance — feared what she was becoming. They killed her before she could awaken. Selene remembers that. She was there, standing too far, running too late. That loss shattered her, until she made a deal with a goddess for a second chance. Now, Selene has been sent back — not just to protect Aria, but to change the ending. This time, Aria isn’t just the girl caught in the storm. She is the storm. Beneath her human exterior lies an ancient bloodline — part vampire, part succubus, part something older. A lineage traced through forgotten gods and sealed in forbidden magic. Her awakening draws the attention of beings who no longer believe in mercy — Variants bred in labs and nightmares, divine predators from broken mythologies, and five very different women bound to her fate by blood, love, or obsession. There’s Nova Caelin, the lightning - born hacker with chaos in her laugh and rebellion in her bones. Iris Vale, a war - hardened photojournalist whose camera lens hides an obsession she can’t speak aloud. Lys Amaranthe, a gentle healer haunted by violence, who would shatter herself to keep Aria whole. Elara Nyx, a fallen pop idol with a velvet voice and a siren’s fire, whose devotion has crossed the line into beautiful madness. And then there’s Athena — goddess of strategy, Aria’s first lover from a fractured dimension, who molded Aria’s strength in secret dreams and gave her blood to awaken her. Trapped by Olympus, Athena still finds cracks in the veil to return, again and again, to the girl she once vowed to make a god. As cities fall and the line between divinity and monstrosity begins to blur, Aria stands at the center of something none of them can control. Desire. Power. Rebirth. The women who surround her are not just allies — they are mirrors to her own evolution, and the weapons she may wield or destroy. This isn’t just the end of the world. This is Aria’s bloom. Crimson for the blood she’ll spill. Bloom for what she’ll become. Together — divine, terrifying, unstoppable.

High school youth love themselves their media. Fantasy books, anime cartoons, even online content. However, when four young teens end up being transported to another world similar to that of their precious media, they must reestablish themselves and adapt to their new fantasy surroundings or die trying.

[BL— Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme Smut every 20 - 30 chapters] "You," Augustine began, his voice firm and direct. "I'm making you an offer: we get married, immediately. This isn't a request, it's a demand." Augustine's uttered with a piercing gaze. Charles scoffed. “What type of bullshit is that?” He fired back. *** Augustine Wales is a cold CEO who is known as the most successful and influential business man in Country H. His name alone commanded respect, his steely gaze and cold demeanor strike fear into even the most hardened of hearts. He was a man of few words, each syllable weighted with the power of his position. On the eve of Augustine Wales 29th birthday, he received an unexpected call from his family, their demands clear and uncompromising: find a spouse, or forfeit your stake in the family's vast wealth and influence. In that very moment after receiving the phone call, the gaze of Augustine fell upon a young man named Charles Donald and without thinking twice, Augustine immediately made a proposal to Charles, but was met with a swift rejection. Augustine's proposal was rooted in desperation but little did he know that fate was drawing him toward a future he never could have predicted. "What will happen when Augustine Wales, the powerful CEO, finds himself unexpectedly falling for Charles Donald, a humble cleaner in his office?" "When Charles' deadly secrets rise to the surface, will their fragile bond shatter, or will their love prove strong enough to weather the storm?"

Ellen, you’ve always said ‘be kind,’ but let’s be honest—kindness isn’t always a choice, especially when life decides to dump on you. Your show gets canceled and suddenly you’re off to England, like kindness is easier with an accent and a cup of tea. But hey, you’ve never been afraid to make bold choices—except maybe with your sexuality. Was it really a choice, Ellen, or were you just finally sick of men’s b*******? Because honestly, while you were throwing a tantrum on set, I could’ve used some r e a l help, not just r e e l help. Next time, save the drama for the cameras and bring the kindness to real life, yeah? I mean, is your name DeGeneres or DeJerk? And let’s talk about your ‘helping’—everybody you helped had to be run through the CIA first! Be honest, Ellen: did you skip helping some people because the CIA said you shouldn’t, or because you couldn’t remember if you were hosting a talk show or running a background check? At this point, it’s easier to get into the Pentagon than to get a hug from Ellen! But hey, hosting a Big Chill like that, you must know what being syndicated really means—because after all the drama, it looks like your kindness is the only thing still in reruns. And I mean for the viewer, not for you. So how can you know something like that—how the business really works—and still throw a tantrum every time stuff doesn’t go your way? Ellen, with all that experience, you should know: if you want a happy ending, you’ve got to be kind all the way to the credits! And you know what? I challenge you to actually take your own advice for once—help somebody in actual need. Like me, this time. Because it’s not money I need—I need someone to actually give a s***. so I'm callin BS on your BS, respect fu LL y ©F course! how to be not a dick 101

Samantha and Rei were high school sweethearts — two dreamers sharing the same sky. Rei wanted to build a band, write songs, and one day, perform in front of thousands. You? You had your eyes on the world — fashion runways, cameras, a life where people knew your name. You supported each other through exams, deadlines, and life’s early storms. Even in college, when everything got harder — late-night study sessions turned into rare text messages, dates became short calls, and weekends got lost in responsibilities. Still, Rei held the relationship steady, always finding time for you. He thought love was enough. Until you got that offer — a modelling opportunity in the U.S. You accepted it silently, afraid to hurt him, hoping it was better to go quietly than to make it harder with goodbyes. Three days before your flight, Rei found out. He didn't yell. He didn't beg. "If this is your dream… then go." You promised him you'd come back. *You never did.* **Years passed.** You're back in Manila — not permanently, just for a few weeks. You’re successful now, your face on billboards, runways in Milan and Seoul under your heels. Jessi, your old college friend, hands you a VIP pass to a local concert — “Trust me, you need this.” You roll your eyes. You’re not in the mood. But you go. The sky was already dark when you and Jessi arrived at the venue — a converted warehouse packed with glowing lights and pulsing energy. You hadn’t wanted to come, not really. It was just another night in Manila, just another stop before you left again. But she insisted. “Come on, it’s your favourite band. You’ll thank me later.” You didn’t even look at the ticket. You didn’t care. Until you stepped through the entrance—and froze. Because the voice pouring from the speakers? The one echoing through the crowd, raw and achingly familiar? **Add my novel to your library and read for more ^^**

Live from Planet X: Gin Maximus When a god-tier warrior crashes into a hero-obsessed world, the cameras better be rolling. Gin Maximus was forged in a dimension of gods, monsters, and apocalyptic war—where strength was survival, and mastering different forms of techniques was the only way to live. He was the strongest of them all. But when a black hole tears through his final battlefield, Gin is flung into an unfamiliar world: Planet X. Here, heroes are influencers. Power is ranked, streamed, and monetized. Dungeons spawn from thin air, and adventurers race inside for glory and likes. At first, Gin tries to stay low, posing as a silent cameraman for rookie dungeon crawlers. But his instincts won't let him stand by—not when he sees real danger, corruption, and a rising threat that smells all too familiar. He teams up with Iwazumi, a 17-year-old caregiver whose dream was to be a hero like his idol, Prime. Though he never expected much, Iwazumi awakens a rare Pluse ability—Damage Transfer—which lets him absorb pain and help others heal. As Gin guides him from behind the lens, their unlikely duo begins to shake up the dungeon world. But secrets won’t stay buried. The Outer Eyes watching Gin from afar may not be as distant as they seem. And this time, the fight isn’t just for survival—it’s live.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

They said the room on the 49th floor didn’t exist. No nameplate. No ID access. No records in the company logs. But every employee at RaiSinghaniPharma knew the rule: Don’t speak of it. Don’t look at it. Don’t even think of trying the handle. Meher stood in front of it now, silent, the polished steel door gleaming under the cold-white hallway lights. His reflection blinked back at him—black eyes hardened by blood, a jagged scar slicing across the left side of his lips, another crossing the dead center of his left eye. Skin weathered and bronze from years of sunlight that no longer touched this skyscraper. Behind him, the corridor stretched empty. But he knew—cameras were watching. He shouldn’t be here. Not after hours. Not alone. And definitely not thinking about the dream he had last night. A dream of this door. A dream of blood. A dream where he died again. He reached forward. Before his fingers could graze the steel, a voice echoed behind him—low, dangerous, too calm. “That room isn’t for you, Meher.” He didn’t turn around. He didn’t need to. He knew that voice better than his own heartbeat now. Agrasen. His boss. His director. His living nightmare. And the man whose story, once upon a time, had ended in tragic flames on a page of fiction. Only, this wasn’t fiction anymore. This was the world Meher had been dragged into—the world of "The End of Eclipse." Where Agrasen was destined to die. And Meher? Meher was never meant to exist. “I didn’t open it,” Meher replied. “Yet.” A pause. Then, footsteps—measured, like a hunter circling prey. “Curiosity is a dangerous trait,” Agrasen murmured, voice just behind him now. “Especially in men like you, who carry too many excuses… and scars.” Meher finally turned. Their eyes locked. Bronze and brown. Black and hollow. And just like that, the air between them cracked— With history that never happened, Memories that didn’t belong, And a hunger neither of them could explain. Behind the door, something pulsed. Alive. Waiting. Restricted Section. The door never opened that night. But it would. And when it did, Nothing would be the same.

The screen flickers. The camera turns on. A young hooded man sat on his desk. dim LED lights casting eerie shadows across the room. The man leans in, adjusting the mic with a familiar grin. " hi everyone, Kia here, if you are new to this channel, i explore the darkest corners of the human experience" " real people, real stories, we will be diving into the chilling accounts of people who have survived paranormal encounters or....at least, left a message...." " Haunted houses, disappearance, death- Kia shall tell them all" " oh, and before we start, let me tell you, you may think they sound unrealistic but if you think carefully, " the story is very human"

Kim Woo-jin, a college freshman, is caught off guard when a mysterious leak in his dorm bathroom leads him to his suspicious neighbor, a handsome Russian painter named Caesar. Despite his initial concerns, Woojin brushes off the strange encounter and goes about his day. On his way home from school, however, he inadvertently witnesses Caesar disposing of a body and realizes he's unwittingly become embroiled in a dangerous situation. Overwhelmed but determined, Woojin becomes obsessed with uncovering the truth and bringing Caesar to justice, launching a thrilling and perilous investigation that tests his courage and resourcefulness. As Kim Woojin investigates the mysterious Russian painter Caesar, he stumbles upon a peculiar camera in an alleyway near his dorm. Little does he know that this camera holds the key to unraveling the truth about Caesar’s dark past. Driven by his need for justice and armed with the camera, Woojin ventures deeper into the danger, using the camera’s footage to navigate a web of deceit and uncover shocking secrets that could cost him his life. The tension escalates as he races against time to expose Caesar’s crimes before they catch up to him.