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Rohan Nag

The Online Cricketer

In The Online Cricketer, Nitish, a 28-year-old unemployed cricket fanatic from the dusty streets of Kurnool, Andhra Pradesh, trades his lethargic days for a shot at rewriting cricket history in the Premier Cricket League (PCL) 2025. Once a small-town dreamer who ditched odd jobs faster than he could count, Nitish now spends his time glued to cricket reruns, crunching stats, and firing off brash takes on Twitter from his family’s cramped, sunbaked home. His life flips upside down in February 2025 when Preeti Zindal, the fierce owner of the Northern Lions—a PCL team stuck in a rut—stumbles across his tweet: “Northern Lions could rule PCL 2025 if they ditch the safe playbook for chaos.” Drawn to his raw, unfiltered brilliance, Preeti yanks him from obscurity, appointing him chief analyst just 30 days before the season begins. When her seasoned analysts, Rohan Sethi and Ananya Vohra, storm off to rival teams—the Mumbai Monarchs and Chennai Champions—Preeti doubles down, naming Nitish team manager. Armed with a laptop, a love for the game, and zero formal experience, Nitish shakes up the Northern Lions with a bold, youth-centric strategy that swaps tradition for unpredictability. The PCL erupts on March 22, 2025, and Nitish’s “chaos theory” delivers a stunning first win against the Gujarat Gladiators, thrusting him into the spotlight. But the path is rocky: a loss to Ananya’s Chennai Champions reveals cracks, while Rohan’s Mumbai Monarchs plot revenge. Facing skeptical players, relentless media, and his own Kurnool-bred insecurities, Nitish leans on Preeti’s faith to refine his game plan. From Kurnool’s offline fringes to the PCL’s electric arenas, Nitish’s journey unfolds across a season of wild highs and brutal lows. His small-town grit and offline instincts—honed far from cricket’s elite circles—fuel the Northern Lions’ transformation into playoff contenders. In a climactic showdown, Nitish pits his unconventional genius against the league’s giants, proving that a slacker from Andhra can turn chaos into triumph. The Online Cricketer is a gritty, heartfelt underdog saga, blending cricket’s pulse with the rise of a man who never played the game Offline but mastered it Online.
Daoistjgq3AL · 2.9K Views

Married To The Mad Vampire Lord

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!
Ash20 · 6.3K Views

Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System

Liora was a pampered royal princess, with loving parents at the forefront and eleven royal brothers at her back. Always adorned with the finest silk and served with exquisite dishes while lounging in her palace. Her biggest concerns? Which dress to wear for a banquet and how many more hours she could nap before her royal duties caught up to her. But fate (or some seriously bad karma) had other plans. One moment, she was sipping fine wine and but the next moment-boom!—she wakes up in a world where people are eating each other, the sky is covered with ominous veils that look like it wants to swallow the world, and worse, her royal status means absolutely nothing. What she can tell more about her poor condition is that she has no servants, no food, and no idea how to fight off the disgusting zombies, who are trying to take a bite out of her. Just when she’s ready to scream at the heavens for an explanation, a cold mechanical voice rings in her head: [Welcome, Host. You have activated the Overlord System.] Overlord? That sounds powerful, right? Wrong. Turns out, she starts at the bottom of the food chain with no powers, no weapons, and zombies that see her as their next snack. While others awaken abilities like fire manipulation or super strength, she gets... a system that gives missions with questionable rewards and always tries to drown her in a huge debt. Fight a Level 2 Zombie with her bare hands? Sure, why not? Survive hordes of zombies while the system nags her? Classic. But as she battles to level up and gathers allies (some willing, some just too scared to say no). She realizes—maybe she isn’t as weak as she thought. Because when the world falls into chaos, only the strongest can rule. And if the system insists on calling her an Overlord, well… she might as well live up to the name. Power, danger, and a system that may or may not be trying to get her killed—welcome to the apocalypse.
Violet_Melody99 · 87.9K Views

Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Everyday was the same for Skullius. An Undead minion of the lowest order like him, didn’t have to find a grand purpose… other than mining mana gems for his Lich master, of course. His peers thought so. They lacked ambition. To be fair, so did he. But there was just that something that kept nagging at him. A spark that no other skeleton seemed to have. Other than being the sassy bullshitter obsessed with mana that he was, why did Skullius vaguely remember being something other than a Moronic Undead drone once? What had come before his Undeath? In the end, it was this spark that allowed our atrocious hero to escape the clutches of his evil master and reach another world. And it is in this world, chock full of dangers – most beckoned by Skullius’ abnormally horrendous luck, to be honest – that the skeleton’s journey begins. In Aigas – the new world – he prepared for the greatest getback of an age armed with a power greater than that of the Liches of Deadmanland! ...... [Author’s Answers To Popular Readers’ Questions] Q: (IHateArjuun77) -Hey author, is your book trash?- A: (Author) -Haha, screw you dear reader. The answer is NO. The story has elements of comedy, action, magic, adventure and Brutality. Like it gets really dark sometimes. There’s a comprehensive story with characters that I tried my damndest to NOT make generic on top of a cool power system that’s for the most part easy to understand. So its not trash. Q: (IFreakingHateArjuun56) -Hey author why is your first volume so slow paced and... trash?- A: (Author) -Haha. It’s how I designed the First Volume to be. It’s a fun setup that doesn’t focus on many things other than the MC’s mentality, powers and route of progression. The next volumes are normal paced, focusing on the world, the villains and general expansion but all while still retaining the book theme and fun experience- Q: (ShadeIsAPervert001) -Hey author, I instinctively sense that I’ll hate this book, when should I drop? A: (Author) -Is this the same reader?! Anyway, I’ll give a range. Read a minimum of the first 20 chapters to a max of up to chapter 44 before you decide on anything too rash. I’ll hunt down this reader! --- Discord: [ https://discord.gg/8hcraTjzE9 ]
Shade_Arjuun · 2.2M Views

The Immortal Fates

“If I know what love is, it’s because of YOU.” …. Unwilling to accept his real identity, Ivan Carter strives to be someone other than what he is fated to be—a cold blooded vampire. After looking for multiple ways to keep himself away from the mess and constant nagging of his family, he stumbles across Amber Carlton, a well known therapist who believes there are things beyond any kind of humanly explanation. Trying to find answers for the weird things that were happening in her life, Amber's life gets even more complicated when fate brings her closer to Ivan. Keeping everything aside, will Amber and Ivan manage to find love or will a deep hidden secret from the past ruin their relationship? …. Excerpt: Gently caressing her cheeks, Ivan sighed, "You have no idea what you're stepping into." With her black eyes drilling into his, she inched closer. "There is something that keeps drawing me towards you and no matter how hard I try, I cannot take you out of my mind." "I am fire Amber, I am dangerous," he warned. "You make me curious Ivan, everything about you makes me curious." Running her finger gently through his face, she added, "You are the kind of danger I am willing to face." ….. Other books:- [COMPLETED] i) Trapped in Her Heart ii) Unexpected Encounter: They are meant to be together. iii) One last time [Ongoing books] i) The Devil's love ..... Ways to contact the author: Instagram: author_sofia05 Discord: https://discord.gg/w6s2uM8Ynv .... P.S: The cover doesn't belong to me. All credits to the original owner.
Sofia05 · 348.3K Views

Ex-wife Revenge: From Grass to Grace

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.
Osagie_Aromose · 5K Views

Toxic Ties

**Damon Blackwell and Valerie Monroe come from a world of wealth, fame, and privilege. Their families are Hollywood royalty—household names in the entertainment industry. With money, luxury, and status at their fingertips, life has always been about appearances. From private schools to exclusive events, they've lived lives most people only dream of. However, as the years have passed, one thing has remained constant: the relentless pressure from their parents. Their parents, always the stars of the show, have made it clear that their offspring need to live up to their legacies. And so, the nagging began. The "When will you settle?" and "Have you met anyone special yet?" questions became the soundtrack of their lives.  Fed up with the constant pestering, Damon and Valerie hatch a plan. They'll fake a relationship to appease their parents, allowing them to live their own lives without the constant interference. At first, it's all fun and games. They play the part of the perfect couple—attending events, posting staged photos, and making all the right moves. It's convenient, and for Damon, it's easy. He's always been able to charm people and manipulate situations to his advantage. But for Valerie, things start to blur. What began as a means to an end begins to feel a little too real. The sweet gestures, the stolen glances, and the brief moments of intimacy—they start to mean more to her than she ever expected. She never planned to fall for Damon. She was too careful, too guarded for that. But the deeper she gets involved in the charade, the harder it becomes to separate fact from fiction.  So, when Damon calls it off, on her birthday of all days, she's left completely blindsided. It's one thing to break up with someone, but it's another to be the one on the receiving end of the breakup. Valerie's pride is hurt, but what really stings is that she's never been in a position like this before. She's the one usually doing the breaking up. Being rejected feels... insulting. The humiliation is unbearable. And worse, Damon walks away without a second thought, leaving her with nothing but the bitter taste of his indifference. The breakup wasn't just a blow to her heart—it felt like an attack on her ego, on her sense of control. No one had ever dared to reject Valerie Monroe like this, and she refuses to let it stand.  Determined to make Damon regret his decision, Valerie vows to get him back. But it's not just about winning him over again; it's about showing him just how wrong he was to let her go. She's always been the one in control, and she's not about to let Damon—of all people—steal that from her. Revenge becomes her new obsession, and every time she sees Damon, every time they cross paths, her resolve hardens.  As the school year comes to a close, their paths continue to collide, each encounter fueling the fire of petty jealousy and increasingly underhanded tactics. The back-and-forth, the jabs, and insults, the little games they play—it's like nothing has changed, except that now it's personal. They each try to outmaneuver the other, one-upping in ways that only serve to escalate the tension between them. But neither of them can ignore the lingering attraction, the undeniable pull that still exists between them. And the closer they get to the summer break, the more they realize they're stuck with each other.  The worst part for Damon? He discovers that their families, unable to shake off the close friendship that had developed between the two, have rented a beach house in the Bahamas for the summer. Damon is forced to spend an entire vacation with Valerie, under the same roof, with nowhere to escape the undeniable tension. It's a nightmare scenario for Damon, who is determined to keep his distance from her—especially now that she's made it clear she's playing a game of her own. For Valerie, though, this is an opportunity. She has all summer to make Damon see just what he's missing...
MiyahM · 2.9K Views

Shard Of Sight

In a world where power is determined by the eyes, the strongest are revered, while those without powers are left to fend for themselves. At the age of ten or eleven, most children awaken their abilities, but for Adrian Clarke, the world of magic and strength remains forever out of reach. Adrian is an introverted, highly intelligent high school student who has spent most of his life hiding behind books, avoiding the bullying he faces for being "powerless." While his mind excels, his lack of any tangible power makes him a target for his peers, and his friends, Lucas and Nova, are his only source of protection. Lucas, with his Light Eyes, and Nova, with her Dark Eyes, are both gifted with Unique Class abilities—powers that only one person per continent can possess. Together, they’ve always kept Adrian safe, but even their formidable powers can’t protect him from the whispers and sneers that follow him everywhere. Despite his position as an outcast, Adrian is not without strength. His analytical mind allows him to outwit bullies and navigate the complexities of high school life. But the nagging question remains: why does he have no power? Why has he been forsaken by the very system that praises the strong and the gifted? As Adrian struggles to find his place in a world that values power above all else, he learns that fate has a strange way of turning things around. When an unforeseen event awakens a mysterious force within him, Adrian’s life is turned upside down. What was once a world of helplessness and rejection suddenly becomes a world of possibilities—possibilities that may come at a steep price. Shard of Sight is a journey of self-discovery, friendship, and the exploration of power—both external and internal. As Adrian and his friends uncover secrets about their world, they must confront not only their own fears and limitations but also the dark truths that lie beneath the surface of their seemingly perfect society.
Hiro_Hiroto · 4.3K Views

[BL] Guardians of Fate

“I waited for you my entire life... and you were worth every minute.” Ardyn Lowell normally forgets his dreams. He’s a normal young adult who has good friends and a happy family. He should be contented with his life, but there’s always this nagging feeling of yearning in his heart, a longing for someone that never seems to disappear. In his dreams, however, he remembers everything. He remembers the man who always visits him, the man who always sits next to him on the edge of the fountain in a beautiful garden. He can never clearly see the face of this man, but the yearning in his heart ceases when he is with him. But when he wakes up, he forgets the man once again, and the longing in his chest never goes away. The day of his graduation ceremony comes, and Ardyn is late. Catching traffic on the way, he unexpectedly meets with a major car accident and dies quickly, suddenly. When he wakes up, he’s in another world. In this world, there exists a dark, malicious entity that threatens to destroy the entire planet and its people. This is where Summoners come into play. In order to seal away this entity, a Summoner must go on a journey and search for their 7 Guardians in order to summon the 7 Spirits that will aid them in sealing away this great evil. They must not fail, or else none will be able to survive. As an Otherworlder Guardian, Ardyn is faced with a massive, unfortunate burden. He must search for his Summoner, and he must also discover himself and his purpose along the way. The journey is long and filled with hardships, but they have no choice. They have no choice but to save this world in order to live. --------------------------------------------- — Inspired by Final Fantasy X and Fushigi Yuugi NOTE: This is an isekai fantasy BL (boy's love) novel. The story is descriptive and slow-paced while the romance takes its time since it's a slow burn. There will be some violent, gory, and disturbing scenes in the future, but there will be no mature, explicit (NSFW/R18) scenes in this story. Also, since there are multiple characters involved, they will have their own character arcs. [Story created by Rainflowers in 2021. Revised in Nov 2023.] --------------------------------------------- TRIGGER WARNINGS: Descriptions of blood, abuse, suicide, and deaths. --------------------------------------------- BOOK COVER COMMISSIONED FROM: Chandraneel (https://www.facebook.com/jjhemm) MY FACEBOOK: Leigh Connelly (facebook.com/leighannconnelly) ---------------------------------------------
Rainflowers · 264.7K Views
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