Dart Vader

“Who am I?” Elara whispered, her voice shaky, hazel eyes darting around the hospital room. Lucian Duval stepped closer, his dark brown eyes cold, hiding a storm. “Elara Moreau. My Secretary and Personal Assistant,” he said sharply. “I don’t remember… anything. And Adrian—he says he’s my fiancé?” she asked, her heart racing. Lucian’s gaze darkened, his voice a low growl. “Forget him. You’re mine.” **** Hired as secretary to the enigmatic CEO Lucian Duval, Elara feels an unshakable pull toward him. Unbeknownst to her, Lucian is her husband, their forbidden marriage erased by a near-fatal accident. Elara’s amnesia hides a secret marriage to billionaire Lucian, her family’s rival. When her fiancé Adrian fights to reclaim her, a dangerous love triangle ignites. Will she uncover the truth of her forbidden marriage or remain the forgotten bride ?

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.

[space + superpower+ farming + family + babies + slow pace + face slapping+world building] Elena has returned from a dark future where society has collapsed. Now, as the apocalypse approaches once more, she must confront the dangers alongside her husband, Ethan, and his courageous family. Together, they fight against natural disasters, mutant beasts, and an alien invasion that threatens to eradicate humanity. Join Elena and Ethan as they navigate the world full of uncertainty. ******** Excerpt: Triplets little show (2 years old) Ethan was strolling through the living room when he spotted his son climbing on the table. Ethan: “Leo, come down!” Baby 1, in the kitchen, turned around and sprinted to the sofa. Baby 1: “Daddy, eo!” [pointing at himself earnestly] Ethan: “Oops, my mistake! Leo’s here; Finn, get down now!” Baby 3 burst from the bedroom, rushing to the sofa. Baby 3: “Daddy!” [looking puzzled] Ethan: “Finn?” Baby 3: “Daddy, Finn!” [leaping into Ethan’s arms] Ethan felt his face heat up. Just then, Max darted down the table, throwing himself into Elena’s embrace. Baby 2: [giggling as Elena smothered her with kisses] “Mommy!” Elena shot Ethan a knowing look, her eyes saying, “You mixed them up again.” Ethan: [with a playful glint in his eye] “Can you blame me? They’re all adorable little lookalikes!” They both chuckle, watching the chaos unfold.

After a failed suicide attempt, the 23-year-old debt-ridden school dropout — Nick Lewis, receives an invitation. [Become the Top Idol, and you shall be granted your deepest desire]. He accepts the invitation and becomes a ‘Pointer’, who can purchase talents and invest in his S.P.E.C.I.A.L. attributes with V-points. But to earn V-points… Nick's eyes darted between Johan and the 200 dollars, his brow knitted with suspicion and confusion. "...What?" Johan glanced at his friends and smugged. "You heard me. The game is simple, actually. I will add $200 for every piece of clothing you take off.” Nick stood up and spoke firmly, "I have to ask you to leave." Just as he was about to force the group out of the store, a female voice spoke in his mind, with the contents of her words remaining at the forefront of his memory! [Task: Participate in Johan's strip game.] [Reward: 2 v-points.] [Optional: Win the game (+8 v-points).]

The Bad Setup Olivia Parker loves her independence—her career, her freedom to travel, and the life she’s built on her own terms. The last thing she wants is to be set up by her best friend, Haley. Meanwhile, Daniel, her fiancé, has been trying to do the same for his best friend, Grayson Steel. But every time they attempt to introduce Olivia and Grayson, something gets in the way. Neither knows what the other looks like—until fate steps in. When Olivia and Grayson meet by chance at a bar, their connection is instant, sparked by an impromptu game of darts. What starts as a random encounter soon feels like something more. But will they take the leap once they realize they were meant to meet all along? A slow-burn romance about fate, friendship, and love finding you when you least expect it.

Crown Prince Ian Stromridge has just returned from battle, hailed as a hero, greeted with people's adoration and blessings but he brings home a beautiful woman, though he's already married leaving everybody completed nonplussed. His wife, Princess Angelica Stromridge wed him for convenience before he left for war. Their marriage lacked affection and was rife with misunderstandings from the start. From name-calling to accidental letters leading to further misconception. During his absence, Angelica played the dutiful wife, sacrificing to maintain the household, being the lovely princess and wonderful daughter in law, only to face his return with another woman whom the entire kingdom agreed was more beautiful than she was! Will she divorce or fight for his love, a love that clearly never existed in the first place? Will she clear the misunderstandings and surmount the obstacles or will it be a post-marriage love story or an ex-wife tale full of regret? Excerpt |||| "My princess..." called a maid, knocking on the door her hand trembling. "Come in." replied Angelica as the door opened hearing footsteps approaching. "What are you doing here? I gave stern orders for no one to disturb me for the entirety of the day." her austere voice rang out. "I... I know my princess... please forgive me... I... I did not mean to disturb you but... this is something very important." "Let's have it then." replied Angelica closing the book she had been reading as she laid eyes on the maid. The maid gulped, the fear evident in her eyes, she did not know how Angelica would react to the severely bad news she had brought with her, however, one thing was sure, Angelica would not react lightly at all. "My... m...y prince...ss the..." said the maid, causing Angelica to sigh in annoyance, rolling her eyes, she had better things to do than sit here listening to the maid's mumbling. "Yes, say it." said Angelica giving the maid a hand. "My princess, the crowned prince has returned." said the maid. "Oh... well that's nice... I guess I will see him later, or better yet tomorrow. There is no rush, I am sure he is swarmed by crowds at the moment." replied Angelica lazily, she really had no intention of moving from this spot. "But my princess... ther— " "Oh, you're right, it would be unacceptable if I did not come out to greet him, rumours would certainly ensue and the kingdom would be in serious hysteria as they always are." replied Angelica annoyed. "Yes, you are right, I should go and welcome him back home." said Angelica as she stood up and yawned. "My princess... that is not all, there is something else..." said the maid. "And what is that?" asked Angelica as the maid's eyes darted around the room, she did not know what to do, or how best to put this. "My princess... the... the crowned prince has truly returned but..." said the maid with a prolonged pause. "But what?" asked Angelica, her senses tingling, she had a inking that there was something wrong from the maid's strange behaviour. "But his highness..." paused the maid. "Out with it now!" said Angelica sternly. "His highness has returned with a strange woman and the rumours claim that she is his new wife!" spat out the maid as Angelica suddenly felt lightheaded and she fell back down on the chair. "My princess!" cried the maid as she rushed to her. "This is some sort of farce." said Angelica as the maid proceeded quickly to fan her with a cloth. "No my princess... it is true." replied the maid. "This is impossible. Ian must be mad, I am going to see this display of stupidity for myself!" said Angelica hotly, quickly rising up and storming out of the room as the poor maid followed behind her. ||||

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

(chapter 32) Palpatine goes by many names, Senator, Supreme Chancellor, Sith Lord, and Emperor. His powers are unmatched by any being in the galaxy. His ambitions carry across the stars as he rises through the ranks of the Republic. However, he is a master of disguising his true intentions as he trains Darth Vader behind the Jedi Council's back. But when he sends Darth Vader to assassinate the Jedi Order, Vader is eliminated. So Palpatine search the galaxy for another dark student to rule the galaxy alongside him. Kira is terrified of the new powers she can access, and this fear only makes her stronger. Palpatine makes her his new apprentice, and together, they believe they can rule the galaxy.

"Two bonds, two brothers, and one broken girl caught in the middle of it all." Haelyn's life was never her own. Sold by the very family that should have protected her and thrust into a world of Alphas and power, into the arms of Archer, the cold, ruthless Alpha King, who only needed her as a pawn in a bigger game. His dominance is overwhelming, his fire undeniable, his presence impossible to ignore. But then there's Artemis, Archer's twin and the calm to his storm. Compassionate, steady, and kind, Artemis offers her a glimpse of the freedom and love she's always yearned for. "I won't hurt you like he does," Artemis whispers, his touch light against her trembling hand. "And yet I'm still chained to both of you," Haelyn replies, shaking, her eyes darting between the brothers. Torn between two Alpha brothers and fighting the scars of her past, Haelyn must draw strength from herself to fight against her family's betrayal and the bond that connects her to two strong men. It is a choice, though, that could unwind it all and make her heart possibly what she needs to save herself and the pack. MATED TO THE BEAST ALPHA BROTHERS is a hot paranormal romance about betrayal, passion, and a heroine who will never break, no matter the odds.

Reverse Harem Fantasy. Witch x Beastmen. --- In a realm where magic and desire collide, Aella—an unsuspecting witch—awakens to a strange world. Surrounded by two ferocious-looking giant beasts, she finds herself in an unexpected predicament. Face with the two giant big eaters' set of sharp canines and teeth, she shuddered with trepidation. Her small figure won’t even fill the gap of their teeth! But what’s this? The first creature, a giant black snake with a hiss that could curdle potions, claims her as its mate. “Female, you should be grateful instead of whining! I made you my wife after I save your life with my precious essence,” it insists. “We’ve already united our bodies. You’re mine!” However, Aella isn’t having it. No, she couldn't possibly just accept this! Who in their right mind would suddenly agree to such set up? Her and a beast? She's not even a Disney princess who got lost in the forest finding her father, she's a witch, okay? “W-What? But why me?!” she protests with tears in her eyes. “If you want a wife, why not find a female snake of your kind? I may be skinny, but I’m most definitely not a snake! I can’t! No. I don’t want it! I..." whittled with anxiety, she blurted out without thinking in fear of his deadly glares. Aella swallowed her indignation and clamped her eyes, trembling. Why is he darting her scary looks as if she was the one who did something bad and scammed him off his virginity? Isn't it the other way around?! "Y-You know, ugh... Mr. Snake. I-I'm not saying this out of spite," oh she totally does! "B-But I can't probably marry a snake. I'm a person, while you're a... unique creature? So... I will only marry a human—one with two feet and two hands. Y-You know?" Cold beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, she could hardly explain it. "O-Oh the... that's right… a handsome man too!” she added on an impulse. The least of her worries was them transforming into humans. I mean how can a beast transform into human, right? RIGHT?! It’s just that, instead of getting angry, the two beasts exchange glances and break into grins. Causing Aella to feel ominous with a pounding heartbeat. Suddenly, the crimson bear leans in. “Is that your only requirement?” he asks confidently. "O-Of course...?“ for a moment she felt something wasn't right but brush it off, "You... you can't negotiate with that. I will only marry a handsome man!" exclaimed the girl full of conviction. "Alright, then. But there’s really no need to compare. Trust me, I’m more handsome than my brother.” "Right. I know it would be impossib—uhh… Huuhhh?!" And so begins Aella's adventure in Asteria—a place where myths and magic intertwine, where strength is wisdom, and muscle is the basis of beauty and honor. Dive into this fantastical world, where desire ignites like a spell waiting to be cast!

'If I don’t have to open it, then I’ll just see my way out of here.' Zach’s eyes darted across the room, in search of an exit. Then, the horrid truth dawned upon him. There was no door. Suddenly, the closet bursted open, its doors flying right off its hinges; finding themselves imbeded deep into the walls by the window. A violent squall flew out from the closet door, slamming into Zack’s figure; knocking him off his feet. …

The elevator stank of burnt wiring and adrenal sweat. Lucas Hayes came to consciousness with his cheek pressed against cold steel, the floor vibrating with the machine's perpetual ascent. A cracked display panel flickered: DAY 9 | SAFETY DURATION 00:03:44. Three warped tones echoed as the system imprinted directly onto his retinas: [Precognitive Matrix Activated] [Sector Transition Imminent] His vision fractured into augmented reality overlays. Bloodshot eyes darted between floating diagnostics: [Destination: Floor 248] Threat Classification: Standard Biohazards (Homo corruptus) x20 Recommended Arsenal: Bladed weapons (76% efficacy) Reward Manifest: Silver Cache (Full eradication required) Lucas gripped the shock-baton strapped to his thigh, its ceramic surface still smeared with luminescent fungal spores from yesterday's skirmish. The elevator's speakers emitted a decaying piano chord as new text scrolled through static: [Destination: Floor 249] Containment Unit: Obsidian Reliquary (SCP-XXXX Variant) Threat Level: White (Placid) His boot tapped rhythm against the floor where Natalie Evans had bled out seven cycles ago. The memory played in crystal clarity - her screams syncing perfectly with the elevator's current pitch-shifted rendition of Clair de Lune. [Destination: Floor 250] Entity Designation: Noctis lamia (Cognitive Hazard Class C)* Survival Probability: 41.2±18% The control panel erupted in fractal patterns as reality glitched. Lucas glimpsed William Carter's skeleton key lodged in the emergency brake slot - the same key that had melted through three layers of Kevlar when its owner died. "Beta protocol. Always beta." He smashed blood-crusted knuckles against the floor selector. The elevator screamed in harmonic resonance as it deviated from its programmed path.

"HER SECRET IS A KEY FOR HIM." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She's hiding her identity, and he's finding his parents. She's a spy, and he's a business tycoon. How did they meet? What happened to them after their first meeting? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ann is alive, Granny!" John exclaimed, embracing his grandmother with a surge of joy that filled the room with warmth. John squeezed Granny Ria tightly, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him. Tears glistened in her eyes as she clung to him, grappling with the weight of a truth she could scarcely bear to share. 'How can I possibly tell you, John?' Granny Ria worried silently. As John released his grandmother, his gaze darted to the living room, where two faces he recognized yet barely recognized stared back at him. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he contemplated the tension in the air. Memories flooded back—joyful teenage years brimming with laughter and love from his parents. But now, the happiness he once knew was eclipsed by a tightly clenched fist, his knuckles pale and tense. He turned sharply to Granny Ria, a fierce determination in his eyes. "Why are they here? I told you, Granny, I don’t want to see them!" he demanded, his voice echoing with unresolved pain. Granny Ria raised a hand, yearning to comfort her grandson, but he recoiled, knowing her allegiance would tilt towards her son and his wife. "Why the hell have you come back? You always show up right as I find my happiness! Just leave me alone!" John shouted, anger seeping from every word. His mother's eyes glistened with unspoken sorrow as she longed to reach out to him, to embrace him before he could push her away again, fearing he would reject her for the fact she sat in a wheelchair. With a heavy step, John’s father rose from the sofa and approached his son, who had shut his eyes tightly, emotion crashing over him like a wave. In a moment that evoked both fear and tenderness, John’s father enveloped him in a fierce hug. John, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotion, broke down, sobs pouring out like the rush of a storm. For the first time in years, he cried like a child, his father’s hand soothingly rubbing his back, a faint hope kindling in their shared moment. The day stretched endlessly for the Evans family, heavy with unspoken words and fractured bonds. After what felt like an eternity of tears, John blinked away the remnants of his grief and turned to his father, desperation in his voice. “Ann?” His father met his gaze, flooded with helplessness and compassion. Frozen in place, John surveyed the people who surrounded him—his father, mother, and beloved grandmother. Words escaped him as he turned and walked away, each step echoing the weight of his heart. The air hung thick with unspoken truths, and the night was just beginning. Stay tuned to know what happens next. ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~ MY OTHER BOOKS:- ~ Loving You With Everything I Have ~ Queen Of Darkness ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lucinda is the boring wife of an irresistible bad-boy billionaire CEO, she is also called a gold digger because she claims to be a countryside girl. Her husband slams a divorce paper to her face, ending their three-year marriage. After six years, Lucinda who everyone thought to be a pauper turned out to be a billionaire's daughter and the heir to a billionaire dollar empire. The moment she stepped into the meeting room all eyes darted to the elegant beauty before them. Even her ex-husband couldn't take his eyes off her.

At the Orphanage "I like you." Her eyes widened. "But I don’t—" He cut her off, his grin widening. "I LIKE YOU! I LIKE YOU AND..." He paused dramatically, locking eyes with her before leaning in once more. "And I like to irritate you." Yadhana’s glare could have burned through walls. Yuvaa chuckled. "And you look cute when you're angry." Before she could explode, he playfully pinched her cheeks. "Ugh! You're such a buffalo!" she snapped, turning away. Yuvaa, ever the troublemaker, called after her. "Well, if I’m a buffalo, then you’re the buffalo’s best friend!" She froze in her tracks, fists clenching. "I am NOT your friend!" "You are," he teased. "I AM NOT!!" "YOU ARE MY BESTEST FRIEND!" That was the final straw. Fueled by rage, Yadhana stormed toward him, eyes blazing. "I AM NOT! I AM NOT AND—" Before she could finish, Yuvaa suddenly leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on her cheek. "You are. Until our last breath, you’re mine." And with that, he bolted, knowing full well that if he stayed, he'd be dead meat. Fourteen Years Later A scream shattered the silence. "Please leave me alone! Please don’t do this to me… I beg you… please!!!" Yuvaa’s eyes shot open. That voice—he knew it instantly. "Yadhana." Heart pounding, he rushed toward her. She was curled up in the corner, trembling, tears streaming down her face. When he placed a hand on her shoulder, she recoiled violently. "Yadhana, what’s wrong?" he asked gently. "Please… don’t touch me… I beg you," she sobbed, her voice raw with terror. A lump formed in his throat. What happened to you, Yaad? "It’s me, Yuvaa," he whispered, tilting her chin to meet his gaze. But as soon as he said her name, her expression twisted in anguish. "Don’t call me that name!" she snapped. "Yaad—" "DON’T!!! CALL!!! ME!!! BY!!! THAT!!! NAME!!!" she screamed, her body shaking violently. Yuvaa flinched but nodded. "Alright… I won’t." She clung to him suddenly, sobbing into his chest. "Please don’t leave me with him, Pa… I’m scared… I don’t want to be with him… please don’t leave me…" Pain stabbed through his heart. He held her tighter. "I won’t leave you, Yadhana. I promise." But just as quickly, she shoved him away. "No… no… you’re lying! You’re going to leave me with him!" she cried, eyes darting around in panic. "Yaad, what are you—" "DON’T CALL ME BY THAT NAME!" she shrieked again, her voice hollow, broken. Yuvaa inhaled sharply. "Okay… okay… just breathe, Yadhana." She turned to him then, her gaze sharp and piercing. "Don’t come near me, Pa. I’m not the Yadhana you once knew. I’ve become a monster… I’m no longer the girl you remember." Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms again. "None of that matters to me. You are not a monster, Yadhana. You’re an angel. No matter what you’ve been through, you’re still you." Tears glistened in her eyes. "You’re lying…" she whispered. He answered with a kiss. For the first time in years, she stilled. As sleep finally took over, Yuvaa gently laid her on the bed, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. He pulled a chair beside her, his fingers lightly running through her hair as he watched over her. His jaw tightened. Who hurt you, Yadhana? Why are you carrying this pain alone? Memories of the past flashed in his mind—the day her own sister slapped her, the silent suffering in her eyes, the wounds she never spoke of. He clenched his fists. If you won’t tell me… I swear, I’ll find out myself. And when I do, I won’t let them get away with it. Yuvaa exhaled sharply, his resolve hardening. "I don’t care who they are—family or not. No one will ever hurt you again. Not while I’m here." Leaning closer, he whispered softly, "I swear, my angel… I will protect you. Always."

Ellen liked to imagine himself being cool and undertaking secret missions, but he knew that he was just another ordinary teenager like everyone else. Until one day when a bomb went off in his house, and shattered the entire block, with him at the very center of the impact, and he came out from amidst the debris and the scorched corps of people he knew, dizzy, sad, miserable, in rags, but unscathed. And then he saw them, the knights in white armor, unlike anything he'd ever seen, the strange figures darting in the shadows, and strange people with fantastic powers wearing a phoenix emblem on their chest. And he could hear a voice talking to him in his head. "There's a war going on in the shadows, of greater consequence than any other internal strife, and every one of the enlightened must align and fight an eternal war." "Who are you?" he asked, but there came no reply.

Kuma, a 29-year-old homebound programmer and self-proclaimed Otaku, lives a predictable life in the 21st century—until he wakes up in a world that defies logic. One moment, he’s binge-watching his favorite show with a bucket of chicken; the next, he’s stranded in a mysterious cave, clad in animal fur, and staring at a younger version of himself in a reflective stream. This isn’t just any wilderness—it’s a surreal, game-like realm where survival is the only rule. A cryptic menu floats before him, listing missions: Find Water. Build Shelter. Hunt an Animal. Survive. But this is no ordinary game. The stakes are life and death, and the rules are unclear. As Kuma ventures into the unknown, he encounters a world both breathtaking and terrifying. A towering, silver-marked mountain lion guards its territory with primal ferocity. Strange, rabbit-like creatures with glowing eyes dart through the shadows. And the forest itself seems alive, whispering secrets he can’t quite grasp. Armed only with his wits and a rudimentary “Analyze” skill, Kuma must adapt quickly. He forages for berries, crafts makeshift weapons, and sets traps, all while battling hunger, exhaustion, and the ever-present threat of predators. But as he delves deeper, he begins to suspect this isn’t just a game—or even a dream. The world feels too real, too deliberate. What is this place? Who brought him here? And why does it feel like the world is testing him? Lone Survival is a gripping tale of resilience, mystery, and survival. With every step, Kuma uncovers more questions than answers, and the line between reality and illusion blurs. Will he unravel the secrets of this strange world, or will he become just another casualty in its unforgiving landscape? Dive into a story where every decision matters, every encounter could be deadly, and the truth is as elusive as the next sunrise. Welcome to Kuma’s nightmare. Welcome to Lone Survival.

Fourteen-year-old Gordon has always dreamed of being a hero. Despite being an orphan, he finds joy and comfort in the company of his non-biological sister, Edith. One day, while immersed in his favorite hero comic, *Light Spear,* in the school library, Gordon is jolted into action when he sees Edith cornered by high school bullies outside. Fueled by anger and determination, he rushes to her aid, grabbing their attention by hurling rocks. The confrontation quickly escalates into a frantic chase, leading Gordon into a narrow alley with no escape in sight. Desperately seeking a way out, he spots an open door and darts inside, only to find himself plunging into an unexpected and mysterious fall, spiraling into the unknown... This thrilling journey marks the beginning of Gordon's adventure, where his dreams of heroism will be put to the ultimate test.

When the stars fall to dust,the ancient covenant awakens. Humans once thought they were orphans in the universe,until the coffins of the divine race cracked open deep within the earth's crust,and the runes floating on the star-beast skeletons illuminated the forgotten epics—those beings who wrote their oaths in blood at the dawn of creation have never left. The pursuers in the dark night,cloaked in black,have palms flowing with curses that devour light;silver beastly shadows dart through rifts in space-time,etching vanished civilizations deep into human genes.Those we once worshipped as gods were but exiled tyrants;those we feared as monsters are the last oath-keepers. A hunt spanning 400,000 years has already restarted,and the star map glowing in the boy's palm is pushing Earth back onto the chessboard of destiny. This time,the chosen ones are no longer the gods.

Ava Hamilton and Ethan Hall's lives are bound together by a shared secret: their contract marriage. Ava, driven by a burning desire for revenge against those responsible for her parents' tragic fate, seeks to exploit the vast resources of Ethan's powerful family. She hopes to uncover the truth behind her parents' murder and bring the perpetrators to justice, no matter the cost. Meanwhile, Ethan needs a wife to secure his position in the family business and appease his grandmother, the ruthless and cunning matriarch of the family empire. He believes Ava's beauty, intelligence, and determination make her the perfect candidate for the role. As they navigate their complicated alliance, they must confront their own dark pasts. But amidst the danger and deception, they begin to realize that their feelings for each other go far beyond mere convenience. They start to experience the thrill of forbidden love, a romance that could jeopardize their entire plan. As tensions escalate, Ava and Ethan must decide whether their growing passion is worth risking everything. Will they continue to prioritize their original goals, or will they succumb to the allure of a love that could change their lives forever? Against the backdrop of luxury and deceit, Ava and Ethan must navigate a complex web of power struggles, family dynamics, and hidden agendas. Will they emerge victorious, or will their marriage become a casualty of their families' endless quest for power? And will their love survive the secrets and lies that surround them? Excerpt: Ethan's eyes gleamed with amusement as he whispered in Ava's ear, "You know, wife, you're adorable when you're trying to be stern." He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her heart race. Ava's eyes flashed with irritation, her cheeks flushing. "Ethan, stop teasing me. We need to focus on our plan." She tried to sound firm, but her voice trembled slightly, betraying her frustration. Ethan's grin only grew wider. "Oh, come on, Ava. You know I'm just trying to lighten the mood. You're so serious all the time." He pushed off the wall, his movements fluid and graceful, and took a step closer to her. Ava's hands clenched into fists, her voice firm. "This isn't a game, Ethan. Our lives are at stake. We can't afford to make mistakes." She tried to sound convincing, but her eyes kept drifting to his, and she couldn't help but notice the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. Ethan's expression turned innocent, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Who says I'm not taking it seriously? Maybe I'm just trying to distract you from the tension between us." He raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on hers, and Ava felt her heart skip a beat. "There's no tension, Ethan. We're just allies in this marriage pact," she lied, trying to sound convincing. But her voice was barely above a whisper, and Ethan's knowing gaze made her feel like he could see right through her. Ethan's chuckle was low and husky. "Keep telling yourself that, Ava. But I see the way you look at me sometimes... like you're trying to resist a temptation." He took another step closer, his eyes locked onto hers, and Ava felt her pulse race. "I don't know what you're talking about," she lied again, trying to sound convincing. But her eyes darted away, betraying her. Ethan's whisper was soft, his breath caressing her ear. "Oh, but I think you do, Ava. And soon, you'll have to admit it." His words sent shivers down her spine, and Ava knew she was in danger of falling for her husband's charms, even though she refused to admit it. The air was charged with tension, their banter a delicate dance of denial and attraction. And in that moment, Ava knew she was walking a thin line between resistance and surrender. THE COVER PICTURE DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. CREDIT TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER

In a world where magic thrives and shadows linger, Changra Leville is a boy haunted by a fractured past. One moment, he’s navigating the mundane struggles of high school; the next, he’s thrust into a realm teetering on the edge of ruin. Armed with a mysterious crimson dagger that feeds on his emotions, Changra must confront a destiny he never asked for—one that could bring salvation or destruction. As whispers of forgotten gods and ancient prophecies surface, Changra discovers that the greatest battles are not always fought with steel, but within the heart. Will he rise to the challenge or be consumed by the darkness he fears most? Changra blinked as a small, green, fox-like creature with caterpillar legs padded toward him, its glowing tongue flicking the air. “What... even are you?” Changra asked, leaning back cautiously as it let out a melodic chirp. The creature tilted its head and chirped again, louder this time. It darted forward, brushing against his leg. “Okay, no. Boundaries! Haven’t you ever heard of personal space?” Changra yelped, stumbling back and nearly tripping over a glowing mushroom. The creature trilled happily, circling him with what seemed like the world's most confident caterpillar swagger. Changra sighed, rubbing his temples. Great. I’ve been here for less than a day, and I’m already the unofficial babysitter for alien fox bugs. Author's Note: Hi! This is going to be my first ever WebNovel. I'll take any suggestions, and eventually, I'll create a discord that everyone can chat up in and give ideas as the story goes on. This is a work of fiction that draws upon the idea of transportation into another world. This is a completely original story, with completely original characters. Chapters Released Every Other Day! (At the moment)

As the semester draws to a close, five friends—Ava, Ben, Clara, David, and Emily—embark on an adventure to the historic city of Eldridge for their final year project. Seeking an affordable place to stay, they come across an old, charming mansion with a mysterious allure. But what begins as an exciting opportunity soon turns unsettling as strange noises, darting shadows, and whispers from a hidden well draw them into a chilling mystery. Bound by curiosity and a growing sense of unease, the friends must unravel the secrets of the well and the mansion’s tragic past. Will their bond and determination be enough to uncover the truth—or will they become part of the well’s dark legacy?

"With you, the red light will eventually turn green" ===== As she looked into his eyes, those deep dark irises, eyes that seemed to look into her very soul. That smirk that screamed 'danger'. She shuddered, feeling cold sweat drench her shirt "What's wrong?" his magnetic voice sounded with almost inhuman dexterity, he held her by the waist. "Stay-stay back, don't touch me!" her voice was shaking, almost breaking into a shout, but was actually a whimper. She slipped into his arms, heart pounding, eyes darting. Feeling complicated, a mixture of reluctance and pleasure. His chiseled face leaned into her hair, noise sniffing greedily. Her hair stood on end with nervousness, seeing the sharp fangs at the edges of his reddish pink lips. "Now you can be mine forever" 'No' she thought, but couldn't bring herself to speak. She gradually closed her eyes in despair. "I won't kill you, you're to beautiful for that" seeing her disposition, the man was amused. Vera opened her eyes in bewilderment and confusion. Mustering her courage and will, she managed yo squeeze out one word. "Why?" Her imagination ran wild, doubts began to form and dissipate at astonishing speeds. She hated when she wasn't aware of the situation. Soon her fear became anger, and anger gave way to rage. "So you kidnapped me and made me feel like a piece of shit for nothing?" The man smiled widely, and her fear returned. {CREDIT TO THE OWNER OF THE COVER From Pinterest}∆∆

The Earth Dragon God who created the land, the Yggdrasil that nurtures life, the Lightning Wind Leopard that darts through thunderbolts, the ever-changing Ragdoll, the apex of technology in mechanical battle armor, and the unparalleled Creator Divine Beast. This is a world with a brilliant Beast Master civilization. How can a young man who has crossed over to the Blue Star become a steadfast Dragoo in this glorious Beast Master World?

The Soulwheels govern the essence of every existence, with each wheel representing a step toward unlocking one's true potential. As the number of wheels grows, so does a person's power—each step closer to greatness, each step harder than the last. Those who master the Wheels of their existence and comprehend the runes that program the universe are said to control not just their fate, but the very fabric of existence itself, ascending to divinity as a Runeweaver. ..... Kael, having never realized the absurdity of his cheat-like ability, watched his classmates struggle to comprehend even the most basic Rune. Meanwhile, he glanced at the intricate patterns of the Rune Circle he had created effortlessly. Their teacher, a Grandmaster Runeweaver, stared at him in utter disbelief. “Holy—! You’re done comprehending the Rune Structure?!” the man exclaimed, his voice filled with shock. “But it’s barely been an hour!” The others froze, their eyes darting between Kael and the glowing Rune Circle in front of him. Their expressions ranged from astonishment to sheer terror. 'Monster', everyone thought in their hearts. Looking at the faces of disbelief in front of him, Kael thought helplessly, 'It didn’t even take a second.'

When Merlin went on a trip with her friends to a tourist destination, they came across a serene lake with calm and crystal-clear waters. While she was deeply engrossed in admiring the lake, one of her friends playfully pushed her, causing her to fall into the water. Unable to swim, she sank deeper and deeper, with no one coming to her aid. Her vision grew blurry and eventually faded to darkness. When she regained consciousness, she was shocked to find herself in an unfamiliar place. The surroundings were filled with ancient, old-fashioned buildings reminiscent of a bygone era. "Where am I?" Merlin murmured in shock, her eyes darting around the strange environment.

(Warning:Mature audience only) She is called 'Sarki' Is a book that revolves round the lives of the royal family and what happens within. Lily the all popular girl that is the most desired, added to her beauty she has brains but is nothing but an ice queen and seductress. she meets Khaid the bastard of the royal family who was gotten outside wedlock and for that cannot secure the throne, the handsome prince is bitter and seeks revenge while being tasty for what is rightfully his, The throne. Ra'ees his brother is given the throne on a platter and an arranged marriage to Lily who he simply thinks is a bratty seductress. These three are thrown into a web of love triangle but that's not all. Mimi who is a poor girl that has risen due to lily's help find herself falling for one of the handsome princes, but the problem is they both want one woman. LILY .Will mimi be able to do all it takes to have the prince orrrrrr.... Read to find out. "Ray" Lily whispers while her eyes dart round the place, hoping they are not caught. "Princess" His voice is hoarse and coated with desire, he pulls her closer to feel him, all of him. "I can't wait" He says his breathing rugged. "Your baby is hungry" And with that dives in to claim her lips. -------- "St-stop" Lily says with despiration but the man just stares at her with crazed eyes. "I love you lily, why would you leave me for my brother, is he better or because of the damn throne". ------- His hands automatically flies to the neck of the man as he pulls her body flush against him, while still continuing his movements. Their sweaty body moving. "Lily" He whispers in her ear with so much desperation and the woman who loves him pauses her eyes widening at being called the name of another woman

Wield ancient technology to overthrow your mage oppressors! Can your secret order of mage hunters save the kingdom, or will internal strife tear you apart? Magehunter: Phoenix Flame is an interactive fantasy novel by Nic Vasudeva-Barkdull, set in the same world as Battlemage: Magic By Mail. It's entirely text-based, 300,000 words and hundreds of choices, without graphics or sound effects, and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination. Generations ago, invaders brought magic to the Kingdom of Jubai, setting battlemages at the top of the noble power structure and leaving everyone else oppressed. Now, a secret organization of mage hunters has risen up, phoenixlike, to stand against the mages' power and overthrow their rule. As one of these mage hunters, you wield the power of slipflame, a potent energy source that powers hunter technology. When you are called to go into battle against the mages, will you blast explosive bolts from your bow, throw silence bombs to cover your stealthy approach, or control your enemies from afar with puppet darts? But the mages are not the only foes that you will face. The mage hunters have split into factions, and internal discord threatens their mission. Is there still hope for peaceful elections? And if so, which candidate will you support? What secrets lie buried in the history of your realm? When the time comes for your uprising against the mages, will you stay loyal to your order, or will the mages' power lure you to their cause?