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Transmigration: The Billionaire’s Reluctant Bride

Once feared as the top assassin in the underground world, Piper Downs met a brutal end. Set up and betrayed by her country and the organization she trusted most. But fate isn't done with her yet. She awakens in the disfigured, discarded body of Piper Gates—a scarred, timid heiress tormented by her cruel stepmother and manipulative sister, mocked by high society, and tossed aside by her arrogant fiancé, Cisco Gustin. What they don’t know is that the coward they bullied has been replaced by a woman trained to kill. With memories of betrayal still fresh and a lifetime of deadly instincts at her fingertips, Piper has no plans of staying in the shadows. She severs her toxic engagement without hesitation, slaps her scheming sister into place, and reclaims every ounce of dignity stolen from her. But everything spirals when she crosses paths with the enigmatic heir of Swasea City—Jasper Hart, the aloof and untouchable CEO of the powerful Hart Family. A chance encounter… a shared night… and suddenly, their fates are dangerously entangled. She wants revenge. He wants answers. And neither of them expected the heat simmering beneath their friction. As socialites whisper, enemies circle, and the past threatens to resurface, Piper must play her cards right. In a world of lies, power, and blood-stained secrets, only one rule remains: never trust too easily… especially not your heart. --- Hi, I hope you enjoy my novel. It is quite the slow burner but also worth your time so I hope you stick with it. PS: I am still new at this and still have a lot to learn and can make mistakes, so if you find any, please feel free to comment, and I will fix it as soon as possible.
Artisyn · 13.1K Views

My Glitched Streaming System: I Can Steal Sponsored Gifts

[Welcome Z-Streamer H48VW3. Your Stats have been evaluated and your rank is... E] 'The day I heard this, I had thought those words were the symphony of my death sentence. But when I looked up my System, I discovered that entering the Tower was not my end, but only the beginning.' [Name: Mee Min-ho, Rank: E] [Affinities, Equipment] [Inventory, Shop] [Coins: 0] [Developer Options] 'Developer options?' Min-ho stood shocked, wondering what this strange option was on his System menu. *** No one remembers when the Z-Tower appeared. One day, it tore the sky open — a spire of stone and lightning, challenging the gods themselves. Its purpose is a mystery. But to the world, it’s legend. Salvation for the desperate. A graveyard for the greedy. Every three years, the Tower opens. And every three years, the bold — Z-Streamers — step inside. They fight monsters, traps, and each other, risking their lives for views, glory, and unimaginable fortune. Most never return. Min-ho didn’t want glory. He wanted peace. But with debts crushing him, and a sister struggling for her life in a hospital bed, he had no choice but to enter the Tower’s deadly games. Fate handed him one chance: a broken System. A glitch that lets him steal the Sponsored Gifts of other Z-Streamers. Armed with this dangerous power, Min-ho begins his climb — stealing, scheming, surviving. But the Tower is watching. And the Tower doesn’t forgive those who cheat its game. *** Disclaimer: As an author and story lover, I value relationships and character dynamics above all else. At its core, this story is about people—how they struggle, grow, and endure together. That means the early chapters lean more toward setup and emotional groundwork. In other words, this will be a slow burner at first. But trust me—when it hits, it hits hard. Thanks for giving it a shot. Happy reading! :)
Ecoist_Stories · 176.2K Views

My Alien Boyfriend Lives Next Door

My Alien Boyfriend Next Door: Seventeen-year-old Zoe Miller's life in a quiet, ordinary town is anything but normal, especially when the mysterious Vian family moves in next door just before senior year. Zoe, a quirky loner with a secret obsession for alien conspiracies, is immediately drawn to Asher, the new family's impossibly handsome, quiet, and intensely observant son. Their connection is instant and undeniable, fueled by an inexplicable pull Zoe can't understand, and a potent, biological mating bond that Asher, an alien from the advanced Vian civilization, struggles to hide. As their secret romance blossoms—from awkward shared meals, to quiet study sessions interrupted by Zoe's suspicious Sheriff father, David, and finally, to a first kiss on a trampoline—Asher finds himself falling irrevocably for Zoe. He reveals his true identity and the truth of his family's fugitive status from their own rigid Vian High Council. Their love deepens, cementing their mating bond, and when Zoe discovers she's pregnant with a hybrid alien-human child, their lives are thrown into high-stakes chaos. David, meanwhile, has been meticulously investigating the Vians, his lawman's gut screaming something is wrong. When he finds explicit messages between Zoe and Asher, his fury erupts, leading to a public confrontation. In the aftermath, Asher's parents, Elena and Ryan, desperate to protect their son and their anonymity, attempt a memory wipe on Asher. But the completed mating bond proves stronger than Vian technology, and Asher's memories (and his knowledge of the baby) are restored by Zoe's touch. Now fully aware of the escalating danger, Zoe discovers David has contacted Area 51. With her mother, Clara, as her heartbroken, secret confidante, Zoe makes the agonizing choice to run away with Asher and his parents. Their escape is desperate, constantly threatened by specialized government units and the terrifying onset of separation sickness if Asher and Zoe are apart for more than a day. The stakes skyrocket when David, unable to let go, uses a burner phone to trick Zoe into a meeting, leading to her capture. At the clandestine facility, David makes a horrifying discovery: his daughter is pregnant. Shattered by this truth, he chooses his daughter and unborn grandchild over his mission, orchestrating a daring escape. The reunited family, now with David as an unlikely ally, embarks on a desperate race to an ancient Vian pyramid, the only place capable of a memory reset that will erase all human knowledge of them. "My Alien Boyfriend Next Door" is a story of extraordinary love, sacrifice, and the enduring power of family, proving that even across galaxies, some bonds are truly forever.
Karinakarina · 3.1K Views

Dear Dia: My Sweet Sixteenth Diary

This isn't your typical high school tale...  "The 'Divas' messed with the wrong Bitch" St. Nicholas High-'The Column' Annabel Mace just turned sixteen, five years after "acute lymphoblastic leukemia" ALL for short took her mom away. Turning sixteen is supposed to be sweet but to Anna, without her mom it was anything but. Having no friends, dad always away, stepmom- a bitch, stepbrother - a pain in the ass, she chose to confide in her long lost confidante, Dia whom she stopped speaking to after her mom's demise. Entry after entry she poured out the  emotions that came with this new age to Dia who never judged her, whom she trusted with her dirtiest and ugliest secrets, including her crush on Liam Denvers, the hottest boy in school. A modern Greek god. St. Nicholas High- all time sweetheart, captain of the football squad. The boy who makes her heart race. And her hate for Felicia Burner, a single divorcée, her father's former secretary, Henry's mom and the gold digger her dad had married three years after her mom died. Even her disdain for Henry Burner, the stupid stepbrother she got from the wedlock. And her adventures as she crosses items from her 'Sixteen-to-do-list'. But when the notorious 'Divas' of St. Nicholas High (Mia Hover, Susan Sams and Alicia Stones) gets wind of their deepest secrets, sixteen became an age she would never forget.  What will beget of Annabel Mace, will the pain forever mar her, will she be able to rise above the pangs, will Dia become a memory of the past, will she forge ahead with their friendship, will Liam Denvers keep his promise of being her prom date after reading her entries, will Felicia Burner ever forgive her, will Henry Burner ever speak to her again, will Daddy be able to look at her again, will she be able to face the school again and will her life ever know happiness once more? Find out in the book "Dear Dia; My Sweet Sixteenth Diary".                                 Josephine Boldface,                                St. Nicholas High,                                 The Column Correspondent. 
Henry_Raggins · 4.8K Views

Hire the best Bitcoin & Crypto Recovery specialists & Experts

Loosing $275,000 was like watching my dreams go up in ashes. That kind of money was supposed to finance my second food truck—a milestone towards growing my small taco business. But instead, with a careless click, it was gone. It started with what seemed like an ordinary SMS. It was Coinbase, telling me about suspicious action on my Bitcoin wallet. I was racing in my heart. I panicked. I clicked without thinking and supplied them with information. Within minutes, my wallet was drained—$275,000, every penny I'd earned in six years, stolen. I was sick. Ashamed. Angry with myself. I thought I was safe on the net, but I got caught. I didn't even tell my family at first—I couldn't bear their disillusionment. That day, doing tacos from my food truck, I was half-awake. I got a couple orders mixed up, I guess, because one of my regular customers—a nice, affable man I called "Professor Mike"—picked up that something was amiss. After I finally, explosively exclaimed what occurred, he didn't tease or reprimand me. He only nodded and responded, "Call HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS. Trust me." It just so happened that Professor Mike was a cyber security expert. He informed me that such scams were now more prevalent than ever before, and HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS was indeed one of those few teams who knew what they were doing. I phoned them that evening. From the first call, their customer service was calm, professional, and—most importantly—they did not make me feel stupid. They explained each step and comforted me that they would do whatever they could to get back my money. They worked fast. Within a couple of days, they followed the scam to a burner phone scam ring. I have no idea what all of the technical work was that they did, but this I know—my Bitcoin was recovered. My wallet within 10 days, all my cents restored to where they ought to be. I gazed upon that balance look, I cried. Over there in the truck, near the salsa booth. HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS not only got my money back—they got my business, my future, my dream back. If you ever get scammed, don't lose hope. Call them. And if you ever come through my taco truck, tacos are on me. Reach out to HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS  via below contact details Email: info@hackathontechsolution.com Website:https://hackathontechsolutions.com Whatsapp: +31 6 47999256 Telegram: @hackathontechsolutions
DaoistaL1p6r · 747 Views

The Path of Corpse Burning

In traditional beliefs, burying a whole corpse is a sign of respect for the deceased, while cremation is considered a great disrespect. Only corpses that have undergone strange transformations or display ominous signs are subjected to burning. The practitioners of this dark art, known as corpse burners, face extreme danger in their trade. Especially at midnight, when one corpse burner works alone in a locked room, if the body turns into a vengeful spirit, the burner is certain to die. Qin He, a corpse burner working at the canal docks of the chaotic Da Li Dynasty, makes a living from this perilous occupation. For him, facing not just the dead, but the unknown threats they might carry, has become routine. His life had been uneventful—until the mysterious “corpse-burning reward” system emerged, turning his world upside down. This reward promised a generous payout for the burning of dangerous corpses, but it also pulled him deeper into a web of peril. As the rewards grow, Qin He’s choices begin to shrink. He becomes bolder, with no fear of the malevolent corpses that might rise again. Slowly, he begins to entwine his fate with ever-greater risks. In each life-or-death situation, he not only battles the dead but struggles with his own inner turmoil. In this turbulent era, Qin He’s destiny is inevitably tied to darkness, death, and the transformed bodies he burns. As he delves deeper into the art of corpse-burning, where will it lead him? Everything hangs in the balance, waiting for him to make his next move.
DaoistDbfXmh · 21.8K Views

A Time-Traveler’s Log In Another World

One thing I’d like to write in this travel log is… I’m not from this world. Crazy, right? Imagine yourself in my shoes: You wake up in a forest with nothing to your name and only your memories of what was. Next thing I know, I’m looking around in a forest when I see a three-eyed squirrel looking straight at me. Let me tell you something, you do not want to see that as soon as you wake up, so like any person would I started screaming and running away from the squirrel. That’s not even the end of it, the squirrel grew razor-like teeth and that might have scared me shitless, not that I’d ever admit it, after getting the squirrel off my trail I started to try and find my way to civilization, preferably a human one, since after that freak show of a squirrel chased, I realized that I was in fact either in another world or someone kidnapped me and I found a new species of squirrel. I was hoping for the latter more than the former. After a few hours of searching, I had no luck and even had a grumbling stomach. With no food or water, I’d soon die, which I realized after my very loud stomach decided to have a tantrum. That’s when I heard it. *Drip* *Drip* Water. I went closer to where I heard the sound, and lo and behold, there was a small puddle of water under some rocks I missed. I drank some and tried digging a makeshift well around the puddle. With the thirst problem on the back burner, I could focus on the food problem without worry. I searched around for… I swear I was here before. xxxxxxxxxx:10 He looked around and saw a squirrel with three eyes. He decided to run again for the ‘tenth’ time. ‘Was this the tenth or eleventh?’ -Part of Chapter 1
RH_Was_Chosen · 24.7K Views

Nozim's Legacy: A Shattered Heritage

They say powerful families eventually become core pillars of any kingdom and empire, that eventually, they would grow so powerful they would become impenetrable to outside forces. And yet, one such behemoth fell to a mere surprise attack. How? These were Alex's thoughts for as long as he ran from his falling family. Shoved into a carriage and separated from his parents, forced to leave his home and start anew inside a mere kingdom. Hunger forced his hand, making him turn to a place that welcomed him. A place that doubles as a home for orphans, for those unwanted, and for those sold by their parents for a bit more coin ...and a slaughterhouse for a lot of these poor souls. Hello readers. Author here. I feel the need to write my thoughts here so there won't be any problems further down the line. What I want to write is a mostly pure-Fantasy novel, so don't expect the MC to be the absolute best in everything he does, says, or thinks, at least for the starting bit. I am still trying to make heads or tails about this novel after all. In any case, that would be a long way off. The world I envision is a bit dark, and I plan to tackle some more mature themes if I get the chance. So, with that said, I don't want to read a 1-star or 2-star review of some kid who got into my novel expecting to get a quick dose of dopamine and receive little in return. The novel is going to be a slow burner, and your job as readers will be to pick it apart, piece by piece. Look forward to missing links, unfinished storylines, and potential plot twists. Feel free to comment wherever you want. I love talking with you, the readers, about the future of this story and where it could go next. It's as fun for me to write it as it is for you to enjoy reading it. I am from Europe, so English is not my first language, which is why I wholeheartedly accept constructive criticism, a rare breed of reviews here. If you notice that I make the same mistake twice, a grammatical one for example, I would rather you tell me the correct way to use it than just shrug it off and say, "Grammar bad". If you want something else from what is going on here, even though my work may not be the most unique one out there, I hope you will give it a try. Oh? You're still reading this? In that case, you may receive a snippet of more information about our favourite and perfect (Sarcasm) MC. "Where are you from, kid?" Asked a grizzled old man, looking at a tired and wet boy no older than eight. "I seek shelter, mister." The boy responded weakly, trying his hardest not to faint on the spot. "This is no shelter, boy. If you want to rest, try your luck elsewhere." The man shook his head. He tried closing the door but the kid shoved his hand to prevent it. Ignoring the blinding pain in his arm, the boy pleaded. "I know you take in kids like me. Please." The boy begged, the strength in his legs starting to give out. The old man clicked his tongue. "We kill kids, boy." "Some survive. Please." The boy passed out.
Neqtrix · 54.5K Views

Spatial Magus

"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light." In a world where Mages are hailed as one of the strongest beings, Luz had a bright future ahead of him for being one of their kind. He dreamed of making it big and living a fulfilling life with his brothers and family. However, fate, as always, had other plans. Fate is a bitch, after all. A giant Dragon descended from the sky one day and unleashed hell on Luz's village, burning it down to the ground, and killing everyone in its path. In an attempt to flee from this monstrosity and escape his and his brother's demise, Luz cast a forbidden Spatial spell and ended up teleporting him and his brothers away from the Dragon's grasps. However, as we've established before, fate is a bitch. Luz did save his brothers from the Dragon, but they got scattered far away from each other in the unknown, where the brothers will have to wager on their destiny to let them meet once again. In a world of sword and magic where adventures roam wild and free, this story follows Luz on his journey. On his journey, he will gain some friends, bump into some hurdles, make some enemies, face himself, and unravel the mysteries of this world! "It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light. I'm not your light, I'm your darkest moment." Author note: daily updates are to be expected. As for the cover, I don't own it. After writing over 40 chapters, I can tell that it's a slow burner since this book starts with slice of life till chapter 36. (Title: If only I didn't have trusted the fucking job description) before the first arc begins. Skipping the rest till then should be fine discord: Heide#0303 Power Stones: 100 PS = 1st Bonus Chapter 150 PS = 2nd Bonus Chapter 200 PS = 3rd Bonus Chapter
Unknownking · 129.3K Views

Horror thoughts

Content warning: Horror thoughts She waits with a watchful eye, staring at the pasta. It doesn’t boil. Pacing back and forth across the empty kitchen with the useless pots and pans still in the creaky cupboard, she adds another pinch of salt to the pasta. It still doesn’t boil. She thinks about putting on a bit of music while she waits, but the downstairs neighbors hate when she does that, and she can’t remember where she last left her headphones. They might be in her coat pocket or they might not, perhaps she left them on top of the back bed in the room with the leftover textbooks. Or maybe she didn’t, maybe she left them hanging off the tiny coat rack, right next to her keys. Wherever she left them it’s too much work to run and find them, especially when the pot might boil soon. As soon as it boils, she’ll put the pasta in. As soon as it boils. The tiny apartment is only temporary, and the only burner fizzles on her. She coaxes it, fights it, begs it to make a bigger flame but it does not, settling proudly for the dull little spark that it is. Blowing on a flame coaxes a campfire; she wonders if it’ll help the stove. Probably not. She watches the blue flame dance and stares right through it. Her phone lights up. She has a notification, another message she’s not going to read. Why bother, when she knows exactly what it will say? Still, she checks the name. She reads the first two letters and flips the phone over, wincing as it lands a bit too hard on the counter. Fortunately, it’s not cracked. Unfortunately, that part of the counter is still covered in uncleaned bacon grease from his disaster yesterday, and now her phone is too. The television buzzes a commercial from the living area, or whatever passes as such. She cranes her neck to check the ad, but it's not selling anything good, just some sort of medical plan for old people, the kind of thing she couldn't afford even if she chopped off both arms and sold them. When she left home, she swore up and down she wasn’t ever going to be the kind of person who left the TV on. She wasn’t going to eat in front of it, didn’t even need a good model really, just something to use to occasionally watch old cartoons and maybe a new show if he wanted to. Now, the TV is always on, always buzzing, always saying something, just a little too quiet to hear. The pot on the stove is still not boiling. She thinks she remembered to top the water off with cold water, but maybe she didn’t. She wonders if throwing in a tablespoon or two now will change anything. Probably not; her greasy phone buzzes again. She flips it over, checks the name, and turns it back down. He’s not going to write her. She knows that. Still, she checks, just in case. Banana bread would probably be a smart thing to make,
Zoha_meer · 2.1K Views
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