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Title: Journey to the Heaven to Hell Genre: Fantasy | Magic | Action | Romance | Dark | Psychological No power. No hope. No future. But one day, everything changed. A soul enters a new world — A world filled with magic, where people control fire, water, wind, and earth. Some use one element. Some can use two or three. Very few can use all five. This power will change everything. The journey moves through different lands, powerful academies, deep friendships, and a love that will not last forever. One day, that love will break. And the world will face the truth. This is not a hero's story. This is the story of someone who will rise… and destroy everything. #MagicWorld #ElementPower #FantasyJourney #VillainRise #DarkTwist #RomanceAndPain #HeavenToHell

"Shhhh," he cut me off, his palms spreading on the revealed skin of my abdomen. His index fingers made their way into the waistband of my sweatpants as he pressed his front closer to my behind. "Don't shush m-" I tried to argue. "I said so," he stated, his tone going deeper as his hand went lower, this time to the waistband of my panties. I couldn't control my breathing anymore, more so as his teeth lightly grazed my neck. "So you better obey." ^^^^^^^ They say "A night in Vegas can change your life." Rachel didn't think this saying would apply to her. Well that was until she opened the door of her hotel room after a crazy night out. As a marriage certificate is shoved in her face, she notices a glistening diamond on her ring finger. The piece of paper turns out to be legit as stated by the lawyer who presented it. What's more shocking is that her said husband is Lorenzo Caden Peters, one of the best actors in the world and soon to be CEO of the biggest textile company around the globe. How would their life turn out?

“Let go of me! Why now?” I snapped at them as they closed their distance on me while I moved backward towards the stairs. “What happened to all of you hating me?” I sneered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. “I can't be a mate to monsters! You all despised me, made my life worthless the whole time, and you suddenly want me to accept being your mate?” I stared unbelievably at them as their eyes glinted with fury as they approached further. “Well, we still hate you but think of this as a favor,” Ryder taunted, his lips curling into a dirty smirk and I glared at him. “Favor?” I gaped at him, taking cautious steps backward. “At least, your wish has been answered,” Derek snorted, cocking his head while Sage stared coldly at me. “That's why we have decided on making you our mistress. Highly to think we would accept a murderer as our mate.” Mael added, his words sent shivers running down my spine. “You all are sick! Insane!!” I chuckled bitterly, to think they'd always put Lena first before me. They wanted me as their mistress. “Thalia! Be care—” before I could process what Sage was about to say as he reached out to me. I lost my balance and tripped. *** Eleven years ago, I was framed for killing my precious younger sister whom everyone loved, and they thought I should have been the one to die instead of her. Being the daughter of the Beta, I was stripped of my title and demoted to an omega and became a servant in the pack's house. I was despised by everyone, especially the quadruplets, the Alpha's sons. Alpha Sage, Alpha Ryder, Alpha Mael, and Alpha Derek— the ruthless and most feared, respectable Alphas who never took a break from tormenting me and making my life worthless. Ten years later, my younger sister who was thought to be dead, reappeared at the pack's doorstep, looking alive and well, and even more beautiful and elegant. She was welcomed happily by all the pack members and was desired by the quadruplet. I thought everything would go back to how it was but I was neglected and remained the omega no one wanted until my life took a shocking turn when I clocked eighteen. Fate had me mated to the Alpha's sons, not just one but all four of them but what's even more shocking was when they agreed to make me their mistress. I'd rather eat dirt! Cause, I won't be bending so easily.

Bella Rivers didn’t come to Whitethorn Academy looking for a second chance. She came to disappear in a new world. After a scandal blew up her life back home, she wanted to be somewhere no one knew her name — not the boy who leaked her nudes, and especially not the best friend who gave nothing but pure evil in return for her love. Fresh in a new school in the heart of the forest — much to Bella’s preference — she blends in like a chameleon. Sensing the energy from the last living descendant of the cursed Moonblood line, four boys — powerful and untouchable, the Greek gods — start circling around her like they’ve picked up a scent. “Did I become this beautiful overnight?” Bella questions herself. But when her skin burns beneath the moonlight and a mark blooms on her wrist like wildfire, Bella realizes she didn’t come here to escape her past. In fact, she possesses something entirely sensational — wilder than her dreams. Whatever’s been sleeping inside her? It has awakened hungry. And it doesn’t care who it burns to reclaim its throne.

"You can keep summoning heroes to save you as you like but if they stood in my way the results will always be the same " summoning heroes to save you is your choice but you better have a basic understanding on who or what you might have unleashed in the world .

I'm also uploading this on royalroad under the profile https://www.royalroad.com/profile/751665 You know Truck-kun. The chrome-gleaming, destiny-delivering cosmic entity responsible for everyone else's glorious second chances in a fantasy world. Well, I am Truck-kun. Or, rather, I was. Turns out, being the universe's busiest reincarnation service comes with a mountain of cosmic paperwork, an aggressively cheerful HR department, and absolutely zero paid vacation. One catastrophic "System Overload" and an "Unplanned Recall" later, I, the professional harbinger of plot, found myself unexpectedly isekai'd. Not as an overpowered hero, mind you, but as "Leo": a squishy, bipedal human with a horrifyingly intact consciousness, a pulse (ugh), and a brand-new body that hurts when I think about it. My new "life" comes with a glaring, glitchy HUD. Apparently, I'm now a "MAJOR VILLAIN" with a primary directive to "CAUSE PROBLEMS ON PURPOSE." Problem is, my powers—which basically turn me into a walking, accidental demolition derby—have a nasty habit of doing the exact opposite of villainy. I try to make a dramatic entrance, I accidentally save a bus full of orphans. I attempt grand larceny, I accidentally organize a charity bake sale. My "Villainy Points" are currently a dismal negative, while my "Hero Affection" keeps alarmingly skyrocketing. To make matters worse, the universe’s most annoyingly enthusiastic rookie hero, Solar Seeker (Warning: Excessive Hair Gel Usage), keeps showing up, convinced I'm some kind of misunderstood anti-hero. And don't even get me started on the system that keeps demanding I "commit an atrocity to continue" while simultaneously offering "Tax Evasion" as a villainous act. Meanwhile, the original Truck-kun (me, from another cosmic timeline) is still out there, rampaging across dimensions, causing the very reality I'm stuck in to glitch. So now, I, a former god of vehicular homicide, am stuck trying to be a villain, constantly failing upwards into accidental heroism, all while avoiding HR, actual villains, and the existential dread of having feet. Join Leo – the reluctant, burnt-out villain who just wants to clock out – as he navigates a world that refuses to let him be evil, proving that sometimes, the most spectacular failures lead to the most annoying amount of XP. Get ready for: System errors, accidental good deeds, heroes with bad knees, and a lot of grumpy monologuing.

The children created to destroy the ultimate, in the process of doing so, they lost themselves, but Jung is trying to figure out how to protect his newfound family.

Gojo Kase , a high school boy with bright white hair with beautiful charming blue eyes, who live with father , Fuji Kase . He was born from a human and a powerful snow fairy name , Keiko . Hiyori Fuyama , a failure snow fairy who asked by the elder of snow fairy village to bring Gojo to them for producing offspring to protect the clan from disappearing . But Gojo refuse to go . What will happen ? What is it some kind problem or development of rom-com ? Writer - Suhei Nakamura

This is not a story about a great hero who will rise to glory. No, this is the story of someone who’s just trying to survive another absurd day in Tokyo, as the god of isekai is targeting the lad

Acompanhe os dias comuns e não comuns de Yashiro, uma estudante do 2 ano do ensino médio, ela é apenas uma aluna comun, mas um dia ela descobre algo.....

Feel free to donate I don’t need it but I will use it to pay a real artist to draw the mc and book cover

To be human, when others were given chances to be more. To be true to one's self in a world of masquerades and monsters.

"The 90k is yours" "Wait, actually?!" "Don't get too overjoyed little kitten, nothing is free in this world", he drawls Little kitten My brain freezes. Did I just mishear that? Am I hallucinating? "What. Did. You. Call. Me?" *** "What's the catch?", I ask sharp "Huh?", he asks clearly failing to bite back a laugh "What do you want Ashford?", I snap "You" (Chapter 12-Excerpt) --- Synopsis Elara is reborn as a side character, Genevieve destined to die in her hatest romance novel. In order to go back to the real world, she needs to steer the plot toward a happy ending while staying alive. A magic ring, a world counting on your failure, A sunshine plot that is now dark. And of course a deal with the devil or rather....some smug bastard

To Love, To Lose, To Heal is a journey through love, heartbreak, and self-discovery. It follows a soul who loved deeply, lost painfully, and is now left to pick up the shattered pieces of a heart that once beat for another. In a world where love is both salvation and destruction, the struggle with emotions, memories, and the weight of what could have been. Torn between holding on and letting go, between the past and an uncertain future, they must confront their pain, their fears, and the truth they’ve been avoiding, healing isn’t about forgetting; To Love, To Lose, To Heal is for anyone who has ever loved too much, lost too deeply, and still found the courage to heal.

Kazuki Miyamoto our main character one day gets summoned in anither world to defeat the greatest enemy to Humanity Truck-Kun

Kazuki Sato, a 28yo NEET, gets hired by ISK Corp. His job? Run people over with his partner, Truck-kun, to send them to fantasy worlds. The catch? His targets have lives... and he still has a conscience.

After a tragic yet absurd death, Keal awakens in a world where emotions have power-and gods feed on them. Gifted with the ability to see emotional threads, his laughter masks something deeper. As reality fractures and madness creeps in, one thing becomes clear: Keal isn't just part of the game. He's about to break it.

"I do not accept this pregnancy! I don't know what you're going to do but it is not my problem, and if anyone ever comes to know, you will regret it, Valerie." That was how her life crumbled. After a one-night stand with the alpha's son, she gets pregnant but Rohan is not ready to accept the pregnancy, she leaves the pack and gives birth to her babies, struggling to take care of them by herself. One night she comes back home and her kids are missing, and she is forced to return to Rohan to ask him for help and he agrees on condition. But conditions are not enough to stop them from falling in love with each other and making the same mistake they made years ago. But will he accept her? And is he willing to ruin his marriage to be with her? Or would Valerie find love elsewhere? And with whom?

Trigger warning- Suicide and Self-Harm content ahead, parental guidance suggested. ————— "Where am I? Am I dead after falling into that pit?' I say as I look for a piece of glass from the street and make a cut on the palm of my other hand. 'Bitch! That hurt' I looked at my left palm bleeding and the shrill pain coursing through my veins. That's self-harm, and that's not something I'm a stranger to. I shake off the thought of being dead or falling into the pit as there are no scratches on my body. I might have passed put after my failed date this morning. Thinking of which, I feel gloomier. I help myself up and walk and dust off my pretty pink dress, that's when I notice the unusually deserted streets, with stores all open and cars all parked, but no sign of any living being all around. The flowers are all in bloom but no single bee around the sweet nectar. That made me question myself, 'Shin Ha-Yun, are you sure you aren't dead?'

When the Star Fell... for You “She hated him. She cried for them. So why… is she now engaged to the villain who destroyed everything?” She was just a reader. A tired soul clinging to fiction for escape. But after finishing the final chapter of When the Stars Fell from the Sky, something changed. Cassian Lucis, the noble prince—dead. Alyss Lixin Carilleo, the quiet girl she rooted for—executed. And Leonhardt Von Lleigh, the villain she swore to hate—smiled like he owned the world. She cursed him before sleep. She awoke in silk sheets. Now trapped inside the very manhua she just finished, she has become the girl doomed to fall—Alyss Lixin Carilleo herself. And the boy she once called a monster? He’s seven. Sweet. Earnest. Offering her a piece of his ice garden like a promise. But she knows how this ends. He grows up cruel. Possessive. He kills for love. And she is supposed to be his first excuse. Can she rewrite the story before it writes over her? Or will she become the next star to fall?

Cyren Seorang anak dari keluarga bangsawan klan pendekar pedang legendaris yang dikenal di seluruh dunia karena kekuatan dan ketangguhannya. Di tempat itu, hanya orang terkuat yang boleh bertahan hidup. Cyren adalah anak dari kepala keluarga Dravenheart. Namun, sejak lahir, ia lemah dan sering sakit-sakitan.

She signed the marriage contract with one rule; no love, no emotions, just a year-long arrangement. Desperate to save her family from ruin, Lia Morgan, a stubborn yet kind-hearted designer, agrees to marry cold, ruthless billionaire Damien Cross, a man who sees love as a weakness and marriage as a business deal. But neither expected that sparks would fly. What begins as a hostile partnership soon turns into a twisted game of glances, jealousy, and accidental touches. Just as hearts begin to soften, secrets from their past threaten to tear them apart. From ex-lovers to family betrayal, and a truth that could ruin everything… will their contract end in heartbreak or a forever neither of them dared to hope for? He married her to protect his empire. She married him to save her family. Falling in love was never part of the deal.

My hands trembled, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ribs as Liam Romano slid the ring onto my finger. White gold. Flawless diamonds. Cold and unfeeling—just like the man who now owned me. For most, a wedding ring symbolized love, devotion, a future built on choice. For me, it was a prison. A silent contract that stripped away my name, my freedom, my very identity. Emily Carter no longer existed. I was Emily Romano now. A pawn in a game played by ruthless men. A caged bird with no escape. I should have run when I had the chance. Now, as the most powerful figures of the New York and Chicago Famiglias watched in chilling silence, escape was nothing more than a distant dream. There were no second chances. No mercy. In our world, a marriage didn’t end unless a body hit the ground—and I knew whose body that would be if I dared to run. This wasn’t love. This was war. A treaty forged in blood. A fragile truce between two criminal empires standing at the edge of destruction. The Bratva were circling like vultures, waiting for a weakness, a reason to strike. And I? I was the peace offering, the price my father had paid to keep our family standing. I should be thankful. That’s what they told me. That’s what my father drilled into my head, over and over again. But gratitude didn’t make the chains any lighter. "You may kiss the bride." The priest’s voice shattered the silence. I forced myself to lift my gaze. Liam’s dark, calculating eyes met mine, void of warmth, void of hesitation. His face, cold and unreadable, gave away nothing. He was a man who had never known fear. A man who didn’t bend, didn’t break. And now, I belonged to him. The world watched, waiting for a sign of weakness. A crack in my mask. I wouldn’t give them one. But Liam? Liam saw through it all. His fingers tightened around mine—a warning, a promise. Then he moved. His lips crashed against mine, not soft, not tender—a kiss of possession. Of dominance. A silent vow that sealed my fate. My body stiffened under his touch, but I didn’t pull away. Because I knew what he was telling me without saying a word. You are mine. And in that moment, I realized something terrifying. I was his to keep. And his to break.

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To the world, Kazuto is the ideal student: soft-spoken, brilliant, and respectful. A quiet soul who keeps to himself, his gentle smile disarms teachers and classmates alike. But behind that flawless exterior lies a cold, calculating mind—a psychopath carefully orchestrating every move like a symphony of silence and blood.

She was the girl everyone watched. He was the boy no one wanted to see. And she loved him anyway. Yumi Hanazawa was never supposed to fall for the ugliest boy in school — Akiro Kenzaki. He was scarred, silent, and hated for reasons no one remembered. But under the hoodie, behind the sharp sarcasm, was a boy who never believed anyone could love him. She changed that. But the world doesn’t forgive soft girls who love broken boys — and it doesn’t let them keep each other for long. They faced betrayal, silence, and separation. He left. She waited. And when he finally came back… It was already too late. This is not a story about first love. It’s a story about last love. About love that stays even after the heartbeat stops. He was never hers to keep. But she loved him like he was.