Stung

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

Revenge. “But it’s true! Look at what a good woman like Sophie is and compare it to this useless daughter-in-law of mine! If she could use even half of her brain to think, I’m sure my son James would have gotten that promotion he’s been after. What a stroke of bad luck,” her mother-in-law sneered. Lila’s hands trembled as she clenched her fists. The humiliation burned, but she kept her head down. “Don’t be angry at Mother. She may get upset and hit you sometimes, but she’s only correcting you because she views you as her daughter. Don’t be angry, okay?” Revenge. “I trust you! Thank you, big sis, you’re perfect! What a shame you’re not my sister-in-law,” the words stung more than any slap. “Is she dead?! We can't get caught, we have to get rid of her body, or else we’ll be in trouble!” She must have her revenge. --- Humiliated. Broken. Betrayed. Lila had once been a loving wife who believed in her husband James. But the family she worked so hard to please shattered her spirit, treating her as nothing more than a burden. Left to suffer and abandoned, she was given a second chance by fate. Now, she’s back. Stronger, smarter, and unforgiving. This time, she isn’t the submissive woman they destroyed. This time, they’ll pay. Every cruel word, every betrayal, every slap—they’ll all come back to haunt them. Will revenge be enough to heal her shattered heart, or will Caspian, the man she least expects, teach her to trust and love again?

I used to see my friend Wilson at Arizona State University, and from the outside, he seemed to have it all the latest gadgets, a Range Rover Sport, and everything that appeared to define success. He was the kind of person who exuded confidence and wealth, and for a long time, I admired him for it. One day, driven by curiosity and a desire to understand how he achieved so much, I finally asked him about his secrets. With a knowing smile, he casually mentioned an online platform, claiming it was a sure way to make significant returns on investments. Trusting him, and believing in the idea that there might be an easy way to secure my financial future, I decided to take the plunge. I invested a large sum of money my student aid funds, which I had carefully set aside for my future. At the time, it felt like a step toward financial freedom. The promises were smooth, the platform was sleek, and the returns seemed almost guaranteed. However, it wasn’t long before things started to go awry. The smooth promises of high returns quickly turned into a barrage of demands for additional fees, each one more pressing than the last. I couldn’t withdraw any of my earnings, and the platform’s support team became increasingly unresponsive. The excitement I had once felt about my financial future turned into a cold, harsh reality. I had been scammed. I had lost over $15,000, money I could never afford to lose. The betrayal stung deeply. Not just because of the financial loss, but because I had trusted someone I considered a friend. I felt stupid and naive, unable to grasp how I had let myself fall for such a convincing scam. But amidst my despair, I found a glimmer of hope. I came across Rapid Digital Recovery, a team of experts dedicated to helping people like me reclaim their lost funds. Their team worked tirelessly, offering both guidance and concrete steps to help recover what had been taken from me. With their help, I was able to regain a portion of my funds and, more importantly, I learned a valuable lesson. Trust can be manipulated, even by people we admire. But there’s always hope, and recovery is possible if you know where to turn. If you’ve found yourself in a similar situation, remember that help is out there. Rapid Digital Recovery can make a real difference. Don’t give up. What sapp Info: +1 41 4 80 7 14 85 EMAIL: rapid digital recovery @ ex ecs. com

Zwei Wesen, die sich Götter nennen kommen auf die Erde nachdem sie von ihrem eigenen Zuhause flohen. Da sie beide etwas haben was der andere will bekämpft sie sich, doch um die Menschen, eine niedere Spezies nicht auszurotten und Kräfte zu sparen, geben sie ein paar ausgewählten Menschen Kräfte ihrer Heimat, um sich mit so wenig Verwüstung wie möglich etwas vom jeweils anderen zu holen.

Lara was at rock bottom, feeling like a puppet whose strings had been cut. When she stumbled upon her husband and best friend in a compromising embrace, everything fell into place. The heartbreak stung, but it also ignited a fierce determination within her. Instead of wallowing in despair, fate intervened, giving her a second chance at life—waking her up ten years earlier, just before the chaos began. Armed with wisdom, she promised herself not to repeat the same mistakes. As she stood at the top of the stairs, her gaze fell on Lucas, her once-beloved fiancée. Regret washed over her; she couldn't believe she had almost let him slip away. This time, things would be different.

Miley's life fell apart on the night of her 19th Birthday. The celebration was tainted by the business of betrayal. At the party, Miley's drink was spiked, and when she felt ill, she staggered out of the room, only to stumble upon a conspiracy between her boyfriend and her sister. She had always known that her sister didn't love her. but what she hadn't expected was that her boyfriend, whom she had always trusted, was also in cahoots with her. Realization stung sharper than the cold air outside as she discovered their cruel intentions to humiliate her. Overwhelmed and betrayed, she found refuge in an unfamiliar room. But fate, it seemed, had a cocktail of sorrows lined up for her. In the room she sought refuge in was Logan Pierce. This man, a dominant and arrogant person, and her boyfriend's uncle were known to be a living nightmare for those who would cross his path. Under the influence of drugs, they slipped into a night, and he took her for the first time in ways she wished she could forget. Waking up to a world where accusations were hurled at her from all corners, her family turned their backs on her. Placating Logan seemed to have ranked higher than standing up for Miley, their own blood. Disowned and discarded, Miley found herself abandoned on the relentless, heartless streets. Years later, she had blossomed into the U.S. manager of Hales company. During a business meeting, she stumbled upon Logan once again. But the passing years had erased Miley's face from Logan's memory, arousing within him a curiosity and fascination for this elusive lady director. unable to recall the tragic past, Logan felt unwarranted anger towards Miley as he continuously evaded her- thus beginning their forbidden dance of desire yet again.

Johann Freyy had long accepted that life wasn’t for him. Every job he’d tried seemed to slip through his fingers, and each dismissal stung harder than the last. He was tired—tired of trying, tired of failing, tired of feeling like he was never enough. As a construction worker on a planet that was suffocating under its own weight, opportunities were few and far between, and the ones that existed were often out of reach for someone like him. A simple mistake, one that wasn’t even his fault, had cost him the only job he retained for a long period of time, and that was the breaking point. He had nothing left. No hope. No future. But that night, as he sat in a rowdy bar, surrounded by faces just as worn and defeated as his own, something changed. There, amid the noise and chaos, he overheard a conversation that would change his life for the better or worse.

"Do you love...me?" My eyes stung as I asked my so-called husband. "No," he said quietly. "I don't love you. I don't need to love you. I just need to take care of you as I promised your father before he died." My world crumbled down on me. His words hit me like a physical blow. I staggered back, the world spinning around me. "S-So that's it? This whole time, you've been with me out of some sense of duty?" Elijah looked away, unable to meet my gaze. "Your father asked me to look after you, to make sure you were happy and safe. That's what I've been trying to do." "Fine then. Let's get a divorce!" I announced, loud and clear. ___ Ash always believed he could make his cold and vicious hubby fall in love with him. However, after three years of marriage, Ash received only betrayal from Elijah. Elijah never loved him and was only with Ash because he promised Ash's father that he would take care of him after his death. Ash, heartbroken and sorrowful, decided to quit his marriage. However, when he handed Elijah the divorce papers, he ripped them pieces and pushed Ash against the wall. "You have lost your mind if you think I will ever divorce you." Elijah glared, but Ash was unaffected by his rage. However, once Ash had left him for good, Elijah realised how deeply he loved him, and not just because of his responsibility to Ash. So he resolved to go after Ash and bring him back. Amidst this, he came to know that Ash was the one who caused the accident four years ago in which Elijah lost both of his parents. He had investigated this case for years but now that he found out it was Ash, he was devastated. "Come back before I lose my mind and do something you will regret." But can an emotionless and frigid man who has never learned to express affection or feelings approach the love of his life while he conflicted between taking his revenge and loving Ash?

He looked into my eyes, his hand around my waist pulling me closer. "I need you to keep this a secret." He whispered his lips so close to mine, almost touching as he spoke to me. "I will," He punctuated my statement with a sweet kiss to the lips which came as surprise so much so that I pulled back from him. "On one condition though, we get to do this date thing again." I whispered back looking into his eyes wanting to see deeper than he was letting me. "Date is a strong word." He whispered back with a small laugh rumbling at the back of his throat. His words stung but I did not let it show instead I smiled at him bring my fingers up to touch his beard to distract myself from the sting. "What's the right word," I asked planting a small kiss on his lips. "A meet up." *** She knew she was the least to him yet she let herself get sucked into his life. A married man, happy with his family and beautiful kids and yet she could not stop herself from falling in love with him. To her, he was a sweet distraction from her routine boring life, some adventure, some love, something new to love on yet she knew it wasn't all mutual. The deal was too good and she drank of it, like the sweet poison it was.

The heavy rain pounded against the windows, a relentless reminder of the storm raging outside. Inside, Elena stood at the edge of the living room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if the cold could keep the memories away. She had heard the knock at the door, but she didn’t move. She wasn’t sure if she could. “Elena.” The sound of her name broke through her thoughts, soft but insistent. She turned, and there he was—Liam, standing in the doorway, drenched from the downpour. His eyes were dark, filled with something she couldn’t name, and his lips parted like he had so much to say but didn’t know where to start. “I didn’t think you’d show up,” Elena said quietly, her voice trembling despite her efforts to sound steady. She didn’t want him here. Not now, not after everything. Liam took a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers. “I had to. I couldn’t leave things like this between us.” The words stung more than they should have, but she held her ground. “Things ended between us, Liam. You made sure of that.” He flinched, as if the words were a slap. “I know I did,” he said, his voice tight. “I was stupid. I pushed you away when I should’ve fought for you. And I... I didn’t trust you when you needed me to.” Elena’s heart twisted at the raw sincerity in his voice, but she couldn’t let him in that easily. “Why now, after all this time? After everything that’s happened?” “I don’t have an answer for that,” he admitted. “All I know is that I can’t keep pretending I don’t care about you. I never stopped caring.” The silence between them was thick, a chasm neither of them knew how to cross. The world outside continued to rage, but in that moment, it was just the two of them. Elena’s pulse raced, her mind torn between wanting to believe him and fearing the hurt that would come if she let him back in. “I don’t know if I can trust you again, Liam,” she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them. He stepped closer, reaching out like he was about to touch her but hesitated. “Then give me a chance to prove I’m worth trusting.” Elena’s breath caught, her chest tightening as something inside her wavered. For a moment, she could almost believe him. But the scars ran too deep. “I need time,” she said, finally looking away. “I need time to figure out if I can even forgive you.” Liam stood still, his expression a mixture of regret and understanding. “I’ll wait. As long as it takes.” And for the first time in a long time, Elena wondered if maybe—just maybe—she could let the past go and start again.

The air was thick with smoke and the scent of blood, heavy enough to choke her as she clung to the shadows. She’d grown up within these walls, the stone corridors of her family’s stronghold, where she’d always been the quiet one, the unassuming Luminary, watching her kin wield their power over the wolves below with an iron fist. Tonight, the fortress shook under the force of rebellion. A war-cry echoed nearby, and she shivered, feeling the ground tremble as wolves overthrew the guards in waves, the very magic that had once bound them broken. The legends always said that the Luminaries were untouchable, but here they were—falling, one by one, as the stronghold became a grave. She ducked into an alcove, her back pressed against the cold stone, heart racing as her mind fought to make sense of the chaos. The Luminaries’ rule was absolute; they controlled everything and everyone with invisible threads of power. They were feared, revered—and yet, she knew what had been done in her family’s name. The iron discipline, the cold cruelty that had been deemed necessary, even just. But now, face to face with what that cruelty had cost, she felt a hollowness settle in her chest. A shadow appeared at the end of the hall. She stiffened, recognizing him immediately. He was the one from the old stories, the one who had somehow resisted the Luminaries’ control, a man of a bloodline immune to her family’s magic. His eyes, dark as midnight, swept the corridor before falling on her. In that moment, every instinct told her to run, but her body wouldn’t move, caught between dread and a strange sense of fate. He stopped before her, and his gaze bored into her, assessing, calculating. “So,” he said finally, voice cold. “This is where they hid the last of you.” She swallowed, lifting her chin. “I… I didn’t ask for any of this.” “Didn’t you?” His words were sharp, cutting through the chaos. “How convenient. That’s what they all say when they’re caught.” The accusation stung, but she kept her gaze steady. “Not everyone deserves to die.” His lips curled in a bitter smile. “Spoken like a true Luminary. Even now, you cling to the lies they fed you.” The weight of his anger was palpable, filling the air around them. She could feel his fury like a storm, a hatred so raw it burned her. And yet, as he glared at her, she saw a flicker of hesitation, a crack in the armor he wore so tightly. She didn’t know that, in her softness, she held a power she didn’t understand—a quiet magic, subtle but unyielding, that drew him in against his will. He closed the distance between them, his hand gripping her arm firmly. “The others will die,” he murmured, his tone edged with finality. “But you, you’re coming with me. You’re too dangerous to be left alive, but maybe you’re just valuable enough to be kept breathing.” Her heart hammered, the weight of his words settling over her as he pulled her forward, binding her fate to his, a captive of the very rebellion that had destroyed her family.

"Look at me Rory, YOU ARE MINE" Dominique's deep baritone echoed as he drew her closer. His words stung, but the intensity between them made it impossible for her to ignore the undeniable pull of desire. Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a quiet and introverted artist, finds herself thrust into a dark world when she is sold to pay off her father’s debt. Her new owner, Dominique "The Devil" Blackwood, is a feared and ruthless mafia kingpin whose world is as dangerous as it is seductive. As Rory and Dominique struggle to navigate their volatile relationship, they must contend with enemies, betrayals, and the looming threat of their own families. With secrets buried deep and trust shattered at every turn, their love may be the only chance for salvation—or the force that destroys them both. In the city of San Andreas, where power and deceit reign, will their love survive the darkness? Or will Rory’s hidden past and the devil’s world consume them completely?

Eve Ziffer always believed that one day her nano-machines would save humanity. It needed to be saved—from pollution, from the climate change, from the wars. Yet in the end, her research instead turned out to be the thing that pushed it into the very abyss. After surviving an attack and waking up from a six-years long coma that followed, Eve opens her eyes to see the world changed beyond recognition. Walking corpses roam the streets, and humans fight them with swords and superpowers. Now Eve is the only person able to finish her own work and fix the nano-machines that brought this devastation. Whether the last vestiges of mankind would disappear, or would the human race rise like a phoenix from the ashes—all lies in hands of Eve and the people she will meet along the way. They will fight and they will scheme and they will talk, because human vices are adversaries as bad as the zombies; and trials of friendship and love can be as perilous as any battle. ===================== Victor leaned towards her face, burning her with his glare. “No.” “I’m doing this for myself, for you and for science. Any single one of these reasons is enough to keep disagreeing with you.” Victor’s eyes dropped to her lips. ‘There is more than a single way to dominate a person…’ Before he could even try to stop himself, he dived in, pressing his lips on hers. His hand grabbed the back of Eve’s head, another fell on Eve’s thin waist and followed the alluring lines of her figure to her hip. His body was burning with inner fire. Eve was too shocked to think. She never expected for this standoff to end like it did. Victor kissed her as if he wanted to eat her. His bites stung, but his lips soothed. The heat of his hand burned her skin even through clothes. Then Eve finally regained her sanity. She drove her knee into Victor’s groin. He gasped and bended in pain, letting Eve go. Before he could resist, she continued the combo with a strike to the back of his head and a submission hold on his arm. “What are you doing?! I should’ve listened to Xia better. Men really are worse than dogs! How did I miss the moment when your brain had turned into mush, Victor?” “I didn’t think that I would need to spell it out, but there can be no romantic interactions in work time, and no romantic relations between researchers and test subjects. More than that, I’m not interested!” ==================== [Status: completed] Warning! May contain darker themes, mentions of rape, descriptions of gore, etc etc etc. Check out my other story - My Vampire Assistant https://www.webnovel.com/book/my-antique-assistant_20063615405026605 Join my discord server for SPECIAL CONTENT - https://discord.gg/74h73Re2Ak

"I reject you as my Luna!" My hands trembled as he said that in front of everyone. i could not believe that my own mate had just rejected me, I felt my whole world crumble. "But Alpha, I am your mate!" i screamed at him but he did not care to pay attention to me. instead he pulled my sister towards him and kissed her so passionately tht my eyes stung from watching. "You're rejecting me for my sister...." i whispered but no one heard me as everyone began jubilating as the Alpha announced my sister as his chosen Luna. I will bring vergence on everyone who has caused me pain!

A thousand years ago a prince was sacrificed for power and magic. But the prince got reincarnated with his memories intact. The past is in shambles, betrayal stung deep into his bones. Will he be able to find out the reason for his death?

His claps were only audible to those who had stung him. And the words he said were bound to fuel confusion in their minds and hearts. That one word, that one day,.... And now here they are. Past and future, both differ and what he meant by that word ia related to all of it. PS: Edited Cover. It does not belong to me. Credits to their rightful owners.

I received my test results, where two words stuck out in devastating clarity. [No Talent] It was something I’d already known, but it stung a little more than usual today. Was I lacking in effort or talent? Or both? Was it my fault that I was living like this, or was it society’s? In the years since Players, Streamers, Guardians, dungeons, and monsters became a part of our everyday life, my sister died from leukemia trying to support me, and my mom passed away from a disease we couldn’t afford to treat. I went to sleep, and when I woke up the next morning to continue my futile life, I found… that I had somehow gone 10 years back in the past, to the day the world changed. While going through the Tutorial, I realized something. Everything’s too easy. Was I really talentless? *This is not my novel. I'm just copy pasting for my comfort. If author want he can comment and I will delete the novel.* Alternative : 재능만렙 플레이어 Author(s) : Bichu,비추 Genre(s) : Action, Adventure, Fantasy, Shounen Type : Novel

Disclaimer: The Image does not belong to me, it comes from zerochan/ zerochan.net When I open my eyes, I woke up in a file of garbage, the smell stung my nose that made me throw up. Once I manage to get out, I notice that I grew smaller, it turns out, I became a three-year-old child. After two years of living in this slum, At the age of five, I heard a gossip between two middle ages women. It turns out, I transmigrated in a revenge plot Novel... The one that I have read before I die... "This I troublesome..." Because after five years, this place, the marquis the one who governs this territory would be..........

"You're desire for revenge will only end you..." His eyes roamed my face, showing me pity, "And you will be yet another disappointment." His words stung. But this was all I had now, and my anger and hatred for what happened to my friend and me was stronger than the feelings Nyc made me feel. I bared my teeth at him and growled as I pushed him away, "Then so be it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ray and her friend wake up to find themselves being used in a sacrificial ritual by a cult that worships the first Werewolf ever made. Lycaon. But the cults plans go awry and Ray barely hanging on by a thread is offered a way to continue living as long as she accepts that she will become a beast of the night.

Er hat noch einmal von vorne angefangen und ist erneut in dieses "lebende Spiel" eingestiegen, um sein eigenes Schicksal in die Hand zu nehmen. Diesmal wird er nicht von anderen kontrolliert werden. Als ehemaliger Schwertkönig der Stufe 200 wird er in diesem Leben zu einem höheren Gipfel aufsteigen. Methoden zum Geldverdienen! Strategien zur Eroberung von Dungeons! Legendäre Quests! Fundorte von Ausrüstung! Unentdeckte Kampftechniken! Selbst die Geheimnisse, von denen die Beta-Tester nichts wussten, kennt er alle. Massive Kriege, Fortschritte im Leben, der Eintritt in die Gottheit, ein Schwert, das den Gipfel erreicht - die Legende eines Mannes, der zum Schwertgott wird, hat begonnen.

Zur Erinnerung: In diesem Roman gibt es keine Macht der Freundschaft. (Warnung: Dieser Roman hat ein r18-Tag und enthält reifen Inhalt). **** Raydon starrte wie benommen auf die holografischen Texte, die vor seinen Augen schwebten. ''Wie bin ich nur in ein solches Ereignis geraten? '' [Planet]: B7890-D4850 [Rasse]: Mensch [Name]: Raydon Demugen [Titel]: N/A [HP]: K.A. [MP]: K.A. [Stärke]: N/A [Beweglichkeit]: N/A [Ausdauer]: K.A. [Glück]: N/A [Charisma]: N/A [Geist]: K.A. [Magische Ausrüstung(en)]: K.A. [Körperverzauberung(en)]: K.A. [Dimensionsspeicherung]: K.A. [Zeit bis zum Aufwachen: 00:16:30] *** In einer Welt mit fortschrittlicher Technologie und VR-Spielen ist Raydon die einzige Person, die dank ihrer Leistungen und ihres Talents in Spielen den Titel "Gott" verdient hat. Aber aufgrund einiger unerwarteter Ereignisse verlor er sein Leben und erwachte in einer anderen Welt. In dieser Welt, die seiner eigenen ähnlich zu sein scheint, entdeckte er, dass es erwachte Menschen gibt, die als Item Holder bekannt sind. Bald wurde er selbst zum Gegenstandsträger und begann, an Kämpfen gegen andere Welten teilzunehmen, um aufzusteigen und Gegenstände mit verschiedenen Fähigkeiten zu erhalten. Mit den Fähigkeiten und dem Wissen, die ihm in seinem früheren Leben den Titel "Gott" eingebracht hatten, machte er Fortschritte auf dem Weg, in dieser Welt ein wahrer Gott zu werden. *** Denken Sie daran, das Zusatzkapitel ("Wichtige Erklärungen") zu lesen, wenn Sie Fragen zum System oder zur Terminologie der Gegenstandsträger haben. *** Vergiss nicht, dass MC im Grunde nur ein Spieler ist, der sein Leben als Spiel betrachtet. Er hat einen rationalen Verstand, aber er wird irrationale Entscheidungen treffen, wenn es mehr Aufregung, Spaß und Beute für ihn bedeutet. *** Folge mir auf Instagram für Charakter-Illustrationen. Instagram: goldenlineagenovel Das Cover gehört mir. ''XimeoindeX'' Danke für den goldenen Touch. ***

The world roamed by black. The boy strung by peace. The world stung by all.

The apocalypse was here, reaping billions of lives across the world. The details of its creation, whether by machine, man, or nature, were forgotten amid the chaos. Humanity never returned to what it was, instead evolving to withstand their new reality. The strongest of this harsh era began to consolidate their strength again, creating pockets of sprawling civilization amid the wastelands. Only one civilization remained at the end of it all: a dense mound of urban sprawl known only as the City. It was the last bastion of civilization, and it was a living hell. ... In this world, a boy without memories found himself in an alleyway stained with rot. Unfamiliar sights and sensations assaulted him. Smoke stung his nose. The stench of blood crawled on his skin. He saw his future ahead, a path of cunning and brutality: Three expressionless porcelain masks. An empty smile, glassy doll eyes. Millions of eyes sewn into the night, dazzling galaxies. So many stars lit the sky, blinding his view. These were the obstacles he had to surpass, to tear from their thrones. And so began the Impurity's Ascension.

I will never forget the day I was stung by a bee in my arm when my father gave me that wooden pencil box for the back to school. I was about eight or nine. I felt proud and was envied by my classmates.

Causing immediate excitement among Mrs. Bennet and her five daughters, Mr. Bingley, a wealthy young gentleman, has rented a nearby country estate, Netherfield. He arrives in town accompanied by his fashionable sister and his good friend, Mr. Darcy. While Bingley is well-received in the community, Darcy begins his acquaintance with smug condescension and proud distaste for all the “country” people. Bingley and Jane Bennet begin to grow close despite Mrs. Bennet’s embarrassing interference and the opposition of Bingley’s sister, who considers Jane socially inferior. Elizabeth is stung by Darcy’s haughty rejection of her at a local dance and decides to match his coldness with her own wit. Elizabeth begins a friendship with Mr. Wickham, a militia officer who has a history with Darcy. Wickham claims that Darcy seriously mistreated him. Elizabeth immediately seizes upon this information as another reason to hate Darcy. Ironically, but unbeknownst to her, Darcy finds himself gradually drawn to Elizabeth. Just as Bingley appears to be on the point of proposing marriage to Jane, he moves away from Netherfield, leaving Jane confused and upset. Elizabeth is convinced that Bingley’s sister has conspired with Darcy to separate Jane and Bingley. Mr. Collins, a distant relative of the Bennets, makes an unexpected visit. He is a recently ordained clergyman employed by the wealthy Lady Catherine de Bourgh. On his way to visit his patron, Collins makes a visit, intending to find a wife from among the Bennet sisters. At first, he pursues Jane; however, when Mrs. Bennet mentions she is involved with Mr. Bingley, he turns to Elizabeth. He soon proposes marriage to Elizabeth, who refuses him, much to her mother’s distress. Collins quickly recovers and proposes to Elizabeth’s close friend, Charlotte Lucas, who immediately accepts him. Their marriage takes place soon after. In the spring, Elizabeth joins Charlotte and Mr. Collins at his parish in Kent. The parish is adjacent to Rosings Park, the grand manor of Mr. Darcy’s aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, where Elizabeth is frequently invited. While calling on Lady Catherine, Mr. Darcy encounters Elizabeth. She discovers from Darcy’s cousin that it was he who separated Bingley and Jane, as she suspected. Soon after, Darcy admits his love of Elizabeth and proposes to her. Elizabeth refuses him. When he asks why she should refuse him, she confronts him with his sabotage of Bingley’s relationship with Jane and his history with Wickham. Darcy responds with a long letter justifying his actions. Thus, everything is set up to bring to conclusion the various love affairs—happily, or perhaps unhappily. Whatever the various resolutions, Darcy, Bingley, Jane, Elizabeth, as well as others, will need to overcome their pride and prejudices if they are to find love in the midst of these uncertain and complex relationships.

"Do you even love me at all, Logan?" I managed to let out in a shaky voice as Logan's frame hovered above me. He chuckled "Look at you, aren't you just an undeserving low class worker? You are not worthy of my love and you will never be!" My heart stung as each word came out from his mouth. The same mouth that brazenly kissed me the night before. Although I knew this man was bad for me, I felt entrapped in his charms. ~~~~~~~~~~ Few months after the death of his wife, Logan Reynolds finds himself in a secret affair with a secretary he recruits by himself only because she shares a resemblance to his late wife. Claire Wilson on the other hand knows she is from an unknown background but somehow, she finds herself falling irrevocably in love with Logan Reynolds who holds her to no regard and sees her only worthy of a secret affair. In this book, Logan and Claire navigate societal boundaries and uncover new realms of their relationship. Most importantly, new identities get unravelled in their endeavour to find love.

Donovan rose from the ashes of his childhood home born with nothing at hand as his family which consisted of Apothecaries often gave their medicine and services for free; leaving Donovan wanting more from what fate had dealt him. He ran away from home, away from those martyrs who did not think of their child, away from the constant memories of being so hungry that it stung his stomach, away from the selfless freaks of nature. He began to steal little by little from food into valuables, then valuables into entire stores. He wanted more, he dabbled with the Arts of the Shadow with tidbits of Arcane to balance out his weaknesses. He travels in the guise of a bard collecting information in the taverns he visits gathering his forces after all Knowledge is power. His infamy grew yet no one knew his face, his grasp upon several kingdoms' underworld tightened. He had it all; Money, Power, Charisma, and Knowledge, so why? Why does he feel so hollow? Perhaps an Enthusiastic Walk at midnight would help fill his void.

Ash Vujisic seemed to have it all. The looks, the brains, money... He was living the dream. Especially since he comes from a prestigious family of alphas. Surely he is an alpha as well. Right? Wrong. His life went from cloud nine to the very pits of hell the first time he experienced his heat. He couldn't believe it back then, nor now in the present. Red Claremont is his distant cousin from a faction further down the family hierarchy. They were never close. Until the one day when they met under a moonlit night, when the scent of fragrant flowers blossomed and stung their noses. It surely couldn't... No... It's impossible... Ash knew it from the way their eyes met, the way the electricity tingled in the air, sending shivers down his spine. His heart trembled. This has to be a lie. Red... is his fated partner... But if this were so... what about his own heart? He had loved someone else for all these years... How could the love he felt for that person vanish just like that? That night, as the cries of pleasure rang out, engulfed by the breeze and rustle of leaves... Ash made a promise to himself. No matter what, he had to deny this fate that was forced upon him. There was no other way.

Ariana finds her supposed mate, who was the Alpha King of her pack cheating on her with her step sister. Not only that, he rejected her and tossed her aside. Ariana, stung by this betrayal, discovers she is pregnant for her ex- mate. Knowing how cruel her step sister was, decided to run away to protect her baby from them. It was then, James, Ariana ex - mate discovered he needed the help of his true mate to perform a ritual which would make him extremely powerful. He decided then to start looking for her, meanwhile Ariana mistakenly got into the enemy's territory and was saved by rumored Alpha tyrant Rowan. Rowan was surprised to discover the tiny lady who collapsed into his arms was his mate, second chance mate at that. When Ariana gets informed by this,she gets thrown into a hassle for it was then, her first mate started looking for her, to claim her back. Now Ariana is torn between two mates. The first one who rejected her, and the second one who gave her his all. The question is, will she forfeit her need for love for her baby's sake and go back to James, or stay with Rowan? Why don't you delve in with me, and find out in this werewolf romance?

The Earth was a peaceful place to stay, until the scientist went to create some chemical The chemical slips by mistakes which in turn creates the undead or walking dead known as zombies The world government assign the scientist to create a cure for the chemical before it gets out of hand While they were creating the cure, the chemical is already in some of the scientist but it is a slow reaction When those scientist finally turn it cause some upheave because they saw it can be transferred A young scientist carried the cure inside a brief case and ran out, but the chemical is eating deep inside him On his last breathe he met a young boy by name Philip Smith, he gave the boy the brief case that he should run Philip who saw the man skin and eyes changing immediately ran When he got home he was curious about what is in the brief case, he decided to open it Upon opening it something stung his fingers, he was trying to check what was that when he became unconscious After 12 hours Philip woke up, he went to on the television and saw the news of what is currently happening the the world He was still watching the TV, when something pop up like a screen in front of him [Daily Quest:............]