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Neva and Rhett, the two youths have their heart strings attached in love. Interfering their peaceful life circumstances unfolds scattering blades in their romance. Ishmael, with a heart of spikes, he looks to mend the wound, searching and failing for his Neva separated from him. Rays of love and joy filtering through clouds of horror in the world, Neva before him once more. The twisted fate entangling them, reveals the game of sphere as misery burns their soul. Concealed life beyond turning pages—one after another. The tale gathers: sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and weakness, destruction and creation, love and hate. Illusion is where we live; in the Garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusive is serenity; an evermore sanguine of love. Visionary of Eden in the new earth; sows hope deep in the soul. Delusory pleasure of the world; shall bring us burns in the ocean of fire. Illusive Eden is peace. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of the man, even now bleeding red. The whisper whirls with the dawn of a man. He, who pretends to be the Hero. (The girl who promised to always be together, Forbids him to ever appear, Refusing to recognise him, She disregards all he ever had. Vowing to protect her, He's the terrifying truth she hopes rules lie. Tripping and ripping her, He's the living tragedy looming in on her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth; He's the villain pretending to be a Hero.)

Priya and Aarav, two passionate souls bound by their love for art, find themselves navigating the tumultuous journey of life and love. Aarav, a self-taught artist with a difficult past, and Priya, a dedicated graphic designer, meet at an art gallery and quickly form a deep connection. Their shared dreams and unwavering support for each other fuel their ambitions and strengthen their bond. As they prepare for their first joint exhibition, their love grows stronger. However, Aarav's lack of formal education and stable income worries Priya's mother, who is concerned about her daughter's future. Despite these concerns, Priya and Aarav's love remains steadfast, and they vow to overcome the challenges together. But life takes a challenging turn when Aarav decides to distance himself from Priya to build a stable life for them. The separation is agonizing for both, yet they continue to exchange heartfelt letters, each one a lifeline of hope and love. Priya, determined to support Aarav's efforts, throws herself into her work, only to face her own setbacks when she loses her job. Struggling to find her footing, Priya realizes the depth of her love for Aarav and resolves to fight for their future. She takes on freelance projects, excels in her art, and secures a new job, all while keeping Aarav's letters close to her heart. Their journey is fraught with emotional turmoil, but their love remains a guiding force. As Aarav works tirelessly to achieve stability, his health begins to deteriorate. Priya learns of his struggles and rushes to be by his side, reminding him that they are stronger together. Their reunion brings a renewed sense of purpose and determination to build a future that balances their dreams and well-being. Through the highs and lows, Priya and Aarav's love endures, proving that true love can conquer any challenge. Together, they strive to create a life filled with love, passion, and unwavering support, knowing that their journey is far from over but that their bond will see them through.

My first novel yaey (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ ——— Furan Shi only wanted to be a cutie little princess. That's it. So when he died, nobody missed him. After his family and relatives, the next person to attend his funeral was his homeroom teacher and friends™, his murderer, and then a mysterious red-eyed crow. Said mysterious crow sucked his soul right out and offered him a better life than this. No, he still won't be a cutie princess, but he can be the next best thing after that. He was invited to transmigrate into different realities without any restrictions. It wasn't a Villain system, a Cannon fodder system... it doesn't belong to any category. Just experiencing the worlds should be enough to satisfy it. Furan Shi agreed with one condition. Filter: ‘Animal Characteristics’ System: Are you… sure about this? Furan Shi, pouting: Is that not possible..? System: … you're welcome to do as you like =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) [Yes, this is a quick transmigration novel.] [Yes, this has bl, but the transmigrator would change genders in some worlds hence the gl tag please click away if you're not comfortable with this one.] [Yes, all cutesy cutie pie bc I have the big sad.] [Yes, the host is always a demihuman, more often than not part animal haha.] [No, the host isn't always an animal demihuman.] [And no, this isn't necessarily about furries. Eh, but I'm open to negotiations.. ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭] I do apologize in advance if this is not your cup of tea. I'm trying my best to make this as light-themed and fast-paced as possible for people like me who just wanted to relax, aka not much brain games... not much face slapping.. ehe..

A boy, transmigrates & is reborn into a turbulent world, gaining the inheritance of a Mystical Cultivation Senior. He finds himself as the son of a once-noble father, cast out from his clan and stripped of lineage in the Republic of Kratos. Given enough time he would surely follow the footsteps of the Inheritor & he could rise above the ranks, seize control of his illusory Immortal fate, and carve his name into history. But Destiny has other plans for him. He lacks time for growth. This world, an era of cultivating magic and ancient mysteries, is healing from the scars of the Hundred-Year Great World War. Yet beneath the calm & peace-loving surface, storms brew. Spirit energies surge, heralding the dawn of a New Era. Hidden orthodoxies long shrouded in secrecy bare their fangs, secular powerhouses grasp desperately at the fleeting hope of Sole unification of Nashirah, and the devils of the Sith Paths weave their vast, insidious net. Even the remnants of defeated forces stir, waiting for rebellion. Meanwhile, weaker states, like the fractured kingdoms & Republics, scramble for mere survival. In this chaotic land of Nashirah, even the Immortal-level Mages find themselves racing against time. Amidst these tides of destiny, Sargon must forge his path. Who will stand by him as allies, and who will rise against him as enemies? What trials, tribulations, and opportunities will shape his journey? As the World of Rivers and Lakes of this world churn with strife, one question remains: Can Sargon, with the fleeting time he possesses, grasp the elusive path to immortality?" Do Give it a Try (◍•ᴗ•◍) (≧▽≦) ( ╹▽╹ ) **************************************************************** If you are sick and tired of reading the same old isekai, reincarnation, system, and OP MC's then this novel will give you a breath of fresh air. So... Prepare yourself to read a story you've never read before. Prepare yourself to feel things you've never felt before. I'll wait for you in the latest chapters! 1 CHP/week *************************************************************** #Additional Tags# : Team-Growth, Romance, Western-styled World-building, Cultivation, Rising-in-power ***DISCLAIMER*** : This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, places, ideology, theory and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Picture is Generated using Adobe Firefly Ai

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”

The moonlight filtered through the large windows of Li Qiang's penthouse, casting a silvery glow over the room. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the dark world they both inhabited. Xin Yi stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the night sky, lost in thought. Li Qiang entered the room quietly, his presence commanding yet gentle. He approached her, his footsteps barely making a sound on the plush carpet. "Xin Yi," he called softly, his voice a deep, soothing rumble. She turned to face him, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Yes, Mr. Gou?" she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. He stepped closer, his gaze intense and unwavering. "You don't have to call me that when we're alone," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Call me Li Qiang." Xin Yi's heart skipped a beat. She had seen him in his most ruthless moments, but this side of him was different—softer, almost tender. "Li Qiang," she repeated, the name feeling foreign yet familiar on her tongue. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. His touch was surprisingly gentle, sending a shiver down her spine. "You've been through so much," he murmured, his eyes searching hers. "I see the strength in you, but I also see the pain." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. "I have a mission," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't afford to be weak." Li Qiang cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that escaped. "Strength isn't about never breaking," he said softly. "It's about finding the courage to keep going, even when you're broken." For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, standing on the precipice of something neither could fully understand. Xin Yi felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she hadn't allowed herself to experience in a long time. Li Qiang leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. "Let me be your strength," he whispered, his lips inches from hers. "Let me help you carry the weight." Xin Yi closed her eyes, her resolve wavering. She had come here for revenge, but in this moment, all she wanted was to lose herself in his embrace. She felt his lips brush against hers, a tentative, gentle kiss that spoke of promises and unspoken desires. She kissed him back, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. It was a kiss filled with longing and desperation, a silent plea for solace in a world filled with chaos. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. "This changes nothing," Xin Yi said, her voice trembling. "I still have a mission." Li Qiang nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I know," he replied. "But maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to navigate this together." As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the lines between love and duty blurred, leaving them both wondering what the future held. Jang Xin Yi's world shattered the night her parents were brutally murdered. Consumed by vengeance, she infiltrates a ruthless mafia organization, posing as a bodyguard. Her mission: gather evidence and dismantle the syndicate from within. But her resolve wavers when she meets Li Qiang, the enigmatic and feared underboss. As she navigates this perilous world, Xin Yi is confronted with horrors that test her every step—the nauseating stench of death, gruesome torture chambers, and the brutal reality of Li Qiang’s actions. Despite the terror, Xin Yi remains determined to see her mission through. Will her thirst for revenge triumph, or will love and danger alter her path forever? Li Qiang commands respect through sheer terror. But when he hires a fearless martial artist who speaks her mind, his curiosity is piqued. Soon, he discovers the truth—his new bodyguard is a woman in disguise.

Shayda Morning-Dew thought this would be the best day of her life, she was about to get engaged and then she could finally live her forever with Asher. It was all she had dreamed of, a small home with 2 kids and a day filled with immature pranks. The dreams and hopes she had filtered away in the moment, when she saw her boyfriend with her best friend. there was a proposal, but it was never hers. the life she had wanted cut short by the two people she trusted the most but things turn very spicy quickly. The Grim Reaper assigned to take her to the Afterlife turns out to be hot, single and flirty and is definitely making her feel like a teenager all over again. If Shayda had a horrible life before, she was determined to live her death in the most unhinged way possible with a new name.

In 1989, a man named Ben Harold embarked on a project he believed would change the course of humanity. His goal? To build a functioning time machine. Through a strange mix of charisma, luck, and relentless determination, Ben managed to attract a small team of equally unconventional minds who shared his vision—or, at the very least, his curiosity. Ben wasn’t a household name, nor a lauded scientist. He had once been a promising physics professor, but his obsession with time travel had seen him ridiculed and eventually exiled from academia. His theories were branded fantastical, impossible, even delusional. Yet to those who dared ask why he persisted, his response was always the same: "Because I have to." For years, Ben toiled away, filling notebooks with sketches of improbable machines and equations that defied conventional understanding. His garage, cluttered with wires, metal scraps, and half-built contraptions, became the center of his universe—and, perhaps, the edge of reason. But then, sometime in 1991, Ben Harold, his team, and every trace of their work vanished without a sound. The garage sat empty. The notebooks, gone. Friends, family, and authorities were left with only questions. No sign of struggle. No answers. Only silence. But everything would be cleared up in 2017 when Ben was discovered in an abandoned house next to a pile of dead bodies, but even stranger, he hadn't aged a bit since 1989.

Some feelings bloom in silence, but not all can survive the storm. Jian, a shy and introspective art student, lives in the quiet corners of his university, sketching the world he’s too afraid to fully engage with. Then he meets Hana—a vibrant, charismatic dancer whose every move feels like a living work of art. Drawn together by chance and shared creativity, their connection blossoms into something beautiful and unexpected. But love isn’t as simple as a perfect dance or a flawless sketch. As Jian struggles with his insecurities and silent jealousy, Hana’s world begins to pull her in a direction he fears he can’t follow. A mysterious keychain she gifts him becomes a symbol of both their bond and the unspoken emotions threatening to tear them apart. In a journey through the seasons of love—hope, passion, doubt, and regret—Jian must face the question: Can love bloom without words, or will it wither in the silence? Silent Bloom is a poignant tale of first love, self-discovery, and the courage to confront what remains unspoken. Perfect for readers who believe in the beauty of imperfect connections and the bittersweet ache of love lost too soon.

Title: Silent Strokes When silence speaks louder than words. Synopsis/Blurb: For five long years, Iris Blackwood has chosen silence over words, her voice buried beneath the weight of a haunting tragedy. In a world that demands constant communication, her notebook becomes her shield and her voice. To her classmates, she’s a puzzle—an enigma they either mock or ignore. But to Cassian Gray, the school’s enigmatic top student and secret artist, Iris is more than a mystery. She’s his muse. When an unforeseen event forces Iris and Cassian into an unexpected partnership for a major school competition, their worlds collide in ways neither could predict. As Cassian sketches the girl behind the notebook and Iris uncovers the boy behind the perfect façade, sparks fly—but so do complications. Cassian has secrets of his own, secrets that could either save Iris or destroy them both. In a high school buzzing with drama, secrets, and budding emotions, Iris must decide if she’s ready to confront her past, reclaim her voice, and risk her heart—or if staying silent is the only way to survive.

Kirigaya Ryugamine is an unassuming middle school boy with a hidden gift for drawing, preferring to pour his emotions into his art rather than expose himself to judgment. His quiet life begins to change when he meets Kiryuin Shiina, a confident and composed girl who seems to have it all-but harbors a distance that no one can bridge. Through a chance meeting at the riverside and shared work at a part-time library job, the two form an unlikely bond, one that grows into something deeper, though neither dares to say it aloud. As high school begins, Kiryuin starts to change. Her once-assured demeanor shifts unexpectedly-at times warm and familiar, and at others distant, almost like a stranger. Kirigaya notices her growing avoidance of him and her peculiar interactions with a boy from their past, one she claims not to know yet later engages with as though they share a complicated history. Unable to comprehend the changes in her behavior, Kirigaya is drawn into a web of uncertainty. He wrestles with questions that have no answers: What is Kiryuin hiding? Why does her mood shift so drastically? And what is her connection to the boy who suddenly reappears in her life? As Kirigaya searches for the truth, he finds himself sketching the moments they once shared, hoping his art will hold the fragments of a love he fears may never be whole. In the quiet of spring, at the riverside where it all began, a bittersweet farewell awaits-a moment where love, mystery, and the weight of unspoken words converge.

Rhea Kapoor is a glamorous social media influencer with millions of followers and a meticulously curated online life. But behind the filters, she longs for authenticity and a deeper connection. On a trip to Himachal Pradesh for a friend’s wedding, she meets Karan Deshmukh, a nature-loving conservationist who lives off the grid and despises technology. As their romance blossoms offline, Rhea hides her influencer identity, enjoying the peace of an unfiltered relationship. However, when Karan learns about her online fame, misunderstandings, and tension arise. Can their love survive in a world where private moments become public and technology threatens to disconnect them? Offline Love is a heartwarming, funny, and dramatic journey about finding balance between the real and digital worlds.

Eira Morgan never believed she’d bargain with a monster—until her brother’s life depended on it. When a haunting sketch leads her to the doorstep of Caius Draven, the infamous vampire lord of Ravensmoor, Eira is prepared to offer her blood in exchange for her brother’s freedom. But Caius wants something far more dangerous: her hand in marriage. Bound by a blood covenant she doesn’t fully understand, Eira is thrust into a world of ruthless politics, ancient rivalries, and deadly secrets. As the human bride of a predator, her fiery defiance and sharp wit spark a dangerous game of power with Caius, whose golden eyes see too much—and hide even more. But the blood bond between them is stronger than either anticipated, awakening forbidden desires that could shatter them both. As threats close in from all sides, Eira must decide: will she fight her captor, or stand beside him as something more powerful than prey? In a world where love is dangerous, one thing is certain: surrender is not an option.

In a small coastal town, Lily and Thomas lived just streets apart but never truly met. Lily, a quiet artist, found solace by the beach, sketching the horizon as the sun dipped. Thomas, a bookshop owner, often walked past her favorite spot on his way to work, captivated by the stillness in her presence. Their eyes would occasionally meet, a brief connection of curiosity, but words never passed. One evening, as the sky turned deep purple and the first stars appeared, a storm rolled in. Thomas, caught in the rain, ran toward the beach to seek shelter. He found Lily, drenched but smiling at the beauty of the storm. "You’re not afraid?" he asked, his voice barely heard over the crashing waves. "No," she replied softly. "I find peace in the chaos." Her answer struck him deeply. Without thinking, he sat beside her, and they spoke of dreams, fears, and the worlds within their souls. It wasn’t love at first sight, but the beginning of a connection neither could have predicted. As the months passed, they met more often, sometimes by the sea, other times in the dusty corners of his bookshop. Their bond grew, quiet yet undeniable, like the steady rhythm of the ocean waves. One night, under a blanket of stars, Thomas took her hand. "Lily, I never knew silence could speak so loudly," he said. She smiled, her heart full. "It was always there," she whispered. "We just needed to listen."

In a vibrant world where Pokémon thrive, a young girl named Lily Joy awakens to discover herself as the daughter of Nurse Joy in the Kalos region. Reincarnated from an ordinary life, Lily embraces the new reality, join her as she embarks on a journey filled joy and healing into the world of pokemon --- Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction; Pokémon is not mine. This image is not mine; I generated it using Firefly Adobe.

Hello, everyone. If you're reading this, you may have read my other stories. I'm starting this one as a bit of a "getting back into it" story. (The synopsis will be further down) Both stories I've written will continue in the near future. (I have to re-read them because I've experienced a massive bout of memory loss.) Apologies for those of you waiting, but I had unavoidable circumstances that impeded my writing experiences. The cover isn't mine but it's been lightly photoshopped. If you want it taken down, tell me. (Signed by Author on April 25th, 2023) Anyways, time for the synopsis: Lia was a simple girl in her previous life. Well not really, considering she was the hit woman for the largest mafia organization that operated within the United States. Over the years, her exceedingly high kill count, and overall success rate was something to be afraid of. Her personality was something akin to pure confidence, bordering on arrogance. She dealt with people the same way she did her enemies. By ruining their lives in the most horrific ways. IE: Setting them up for FBI investigations, having their houses repossessed by the government, or even having them framed for a serious crime. Lia was someone that no one wanted to ever cross. If you did cross her, you might as well have signed your own death certificate! That was until she was smacked in the head by a falling piano. While following through on a hit, no less! I mean, come on! A piano?! that's unfathomably crazy. Well, despite getting hit by a literal piano, she still managed to finish the job. But the very next day, she choked on a sandwich and nearly died! Her luck seemed to have literally bottomed out. This "streak of bad luck" had continued in her life for years! Literal years! She had come so close to dying so many times that she was genuinely confused as to how this could happen to someone! From falling down a flight of stairs to nearly breaking her neck during a cartwheel (despite having so much experience that she could do them with her eyes closed.) Lia had experienced so many near-death experiences that she had become entirely immune to the weird circumstances happening around her. Eventually, the bad luck did catch her. She was minding her own business, walking through the streets of Seattle when a coin rolled across the ground and tripped someone else, who dropped an umbrella, which she tripped over. Her fall had her land directly into the flow of moving traffic. She was then hit by a small square-body pickup truck. It had a small sticker of a smug smiling face attached to its front bumper. Lia had died because of what was essentially a coin. A coin had actually managed to kill a human being. Not just any human, but one of the most feared people within the US. Warnings for all readers: -This novel will (at some point) contain lesbian sex scenes. -System tag doesn't mean in the most literal way. (you'll find out more if you read it.) -This may become a Yuri harem novel (haven't decided.) -Will contain very strong LGBTQ+ themes

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Emilia Yoon, mourning her mother's death, finds solace on a beach one morning, catching the eye of artist James Kim. Captivated, he secretly sketches her and leaves her the drawing, thinking their paths won't cross again. Fate intervenes one night, bringing them together unexpectedly. As their connection deepens, they navigate grief, love, and life's unpredictability together. *Updated every Thursday evening*

In the heart of medieval times, Atika, a tribal slave girl adorned with intricate tattoos marking her heritage, finds herself on the auction block once again. Known for her fierce spirit and unyielding defiance, she has been sold and returned by numerous masters, none able to tame the wildness within her. Atika's life changes when Virgil, a handsome and tall pureblood vampire, attends the auction. Cold, sadistic, and narcissistic, Virgil's reputation precedes him. Yet, he is immediately captivated by Atika's beauty and fiery spirit. Her feral nature reminds him of a wild kitten, earning her the nickname "kitten" from him. Intrigued and seeing potential in her that others have missed, Virgil places a high bid, securing Atika as his new possession. He brings her to his grand estate, a place of opulence and dark secrets. There, he plans to mold her into a perfect servant, but he is also drawn to the possibility of something more—an unusual bond that neither can yet define. Excerpt: The moonlight filtered through the high, arched windows of Lord Virgil’s estate, casting an ethereal glow over the polished marble floors. The imposing figure of Virgil, a tall and handsome pureblood vampire with raven hair and piercing red eyes, stood in the center of the grand hall. His gaze was fixed on Atika, the human slave girl who knelt before him, her tribal attire and tattoos a stark contrast to the opulence around her. Atika's spirit was unbroken despite her circumstances. She was feisty, with a sharp tongue and a sweetness that could disarm even the coldest of hearts. But Virgil was not easily swayed. His narcissistic and sadistic nature made him a master of control, and he relished the challenge she presented. “Kneel, kitten,” Virgil commanded, his voice smooth and unwavering. Atika hesitated for a moment, her eyes flashing with rebellion, but she complied, sinking to her knees before him. She hated the nickname he had given her, but there was a strange intimacy in the way he said it, a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine. Virgil stepped closer, his tall frame towering over her. He reached out, lifting her chin with a single finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Such a feral kitten,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You remind me of a wild creature, untamed and full of fire.” Atika’s breath hitched, but she refused to look away. “I am not a pet,” she said defiantly. “I am a warrior.” Virgil chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “You are whatever I say you are,” he replied, his thumb brushing over her lips. “And right now, you are mine.” His eyes flickered to the brand on her shoulder, the mark that declared her a slave. His expression darkened, the amusement vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. “Who branded you with this mark?” he demanded, his voice cold and sharp. Atika’s heart pounded, fear and anger warring within her. She knew that revealing the name would bring death, but Virgil's patience was not infinite. She remained silent, her defiance a silent challenge. Virgil’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on her chin. “Answer me, kitten,” he growled, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Who dared to mark you as their property?” Tears welled in Atika’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she finally spoke. “His name is Varek,” she said her voice barely a whisper. “He is the one who branded me.” Virgil’s expression grew darker, a deadly calm settling over him. He released her, turning away with a dangerous grace. “Varek,” he repeated, the name like poison on his lips. “He will pay for this.”

"Our world..." A monstrous veil of light plummeted from the heavens, engulfing several kingdoms in its radiance. The disaster was so dangerous that it forced all who dwell in the world to either succumb to the mysterious lethal radiance or leave. Now, after who knows long, The Adtraic Family’s Dominion of the world has now long-vanished. Memories of it were forgotten, and so had its people. That was, until two members of the Adtraic family returned to this world. Although they had lost their reign, they swear that they will find the truth of the disaster and what lurks deep in their family’s long-forgotten past. * * * * * * * * Cover art, map, sketches, and all other character illustrations are owned by me. (Turn on Paragraph Comments to see them.) Disclaimer: Adtraic Verity is a passion project, it will not be rushed, and it will be edited/published at my own pace. Thank you for reading!

The Ladybug (crawl of the damned Book 1) Available Now on A.MA.Z.O.N (KU) and Well-Edited - Search Zarkia Blair go to (filter) choose (All) on (Book) option the (Results) then my book will pop up. Support more on Dreame App - Mafia Alpha's Possession - Ongoing Find my other work on AlphaNovel App - Search Zarkia Blair Fated To Mate Her Brother? Completed. Sold To A Werewolf - Ongoing Vampire Maglor's Obsession - Ongoing and other two. WARNING: [MATURE CONTENT] This synopsis is for VOLUME 1. Anna, as a lecturer, isn't supposed to have a romantic relationship with students. However, one day, she meets Oliver, who is aware that Anna is his lecturer at the same campus. For Anna, it's love at first sight, while Oliver knows that Anna is his mate. After exchanging numbers in the store where they first met, Oliver invites Anna on a date. That's when Anna, at the age of 30, loses her virginity to 19-year-old Oliver, who happens to be a hellhound. Their journey begins when Anna experiences strange developments on her body and realizes the perks of being involved with a 19-year-old student who's a hellhound prince.

...something felt off. Despite the warmth of the celebration and the thoughtfulness of my friends, a strange unease settled over me. The journal in my hands, while beautiful and personal, felt like a key to something deeper. A weighty reminder that even with all the laughter and joy, there were layers beneath my ordinary life that I had yet to uncover. I opened the journal and flipped through the blank pages, wondering what I could possibly fill it with. As I reached the last page, a folded piece of paper slipped out. It was crisp and unfamiliar, not something I would have expected in a brand-new journal. Curiosity piqued, I unfolded it carefully. The note was handwritten in neat, flowing script: _"Your life is about to change. The key is within you, but you must remember who you are first. Happy birthday, Eli. You are more important than you think."_ A chill ran down my spine as I stared at the words. Who could have written this? How did they know I’d get this journal? The sense of unease that had been gnawing at me all day surged forward, wrapping around my chest like a vice. Suddenly, the classroom door creaked open, and I looked up, startled. Standing in the doorway was a figure I didn't recognize—small and frail, with long, dark hair cascading down her back. Her eyes, large and sorrowful, locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. For a moment, the world seemed to still. The air around me grew heavy, and the soft light filtering through the windows dimmed as though a shadow had fallen over the room. Her presence was haunting, almost otherworldly, as if she didn’t belong here—or maybe, as if she belonged more than anyone else. She took a step forward, her lips parting as if to speak. And when she finally did, her voice was barely more than a whisper, but it echoed in my mind with the force of a revelation: _"I'm sorry."_ With that, the room seemed to warp, reality blurring at the edges. Darkness crept in from the corners of my vision, swallowing the confetti, the balloons, the remnants of the party—until all that was left was the girl, the journal, and the strange, foreboding feeling that my ordinary life was about to be shattered forever. And then, everything went black. --- This is how it began: on what should have been a simple, forgettable birthday, I found myself thrust into a mystery far greater than anything I could have imagined. The note in the journal was just the first clue—a breadcrumb leading me toward something I could never have expected. Whatever this was, whoever this girl was, one thing was certain: my world had shifted, and there was no turning back. I was Eli, and my story was just beginning.

The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy of ancient trees that bordered the small town of Riversend, casting dappled shadows across the cobblestone streets. The air was cool and crisp, filled with the sounds of chirping birds and the gentle murmur of the nearby river. Riversend was a quaint settlement nestled on the edge of the enchanted forest of Sylvanor, known for its serene beauty and its vibrant market that thrived each morning. In the heart of the town, the aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling sausages wafted from the bustling marketplace. Vendors called out their wares, and townsfolk moved about with a relaxed ease, their conversations blending into a harmonious hum of everyday life. Amidst this picturesque scene, a figure moved with an unusual blend of nonchalance and purpose. read to find out more

In 2041, Earth narrowly avoided the "Great Filter" through concerted international peace efforts. However, the world was soon thrown into turmoil as six mysterious Gates appeared across the globe, unleashing chaos. These invaders, hungry for human flesh and territory, threaten humanity's survival. Only time will reveal the fate of mankind as it faces this unprecedented threat.

Since when did a swallow sneak into the Bat Cave in Gotham? Bound to a system with only support and healing skills, how can one survive in the perilous world of superheroes? Baia: Of course, you become the world's best healer! Then the style of the superheroes began to change—a certain well-known zero-dodge hero actually started investing in magic resistance? Baia: Go, Clark! Clark: Charge! Whenever Gotham looms in darkness, there are always petals falling around. The old Batman, who is forced to wear a girlish filter: Is it okay not to use the pink shield even if I get hurt? Iron Can: Ha, what's the use of this Bat-kid who can't shoulder or carry anything? My Peter doesn't even know how much taller he is than her! After being picked up by Baia. Iron Can: Delicious! What about baldness? System: That can't be treated. A certain Metropolis bald person: Really can't be treated? Baia: Really can't be treated.

The apocalypse came sooner than the destined date, taking the lives of Nagan’s rabbit pets before he could go back home after work. The loss was enough to awaken a new reality-tainting ability from the depth of his crumbling heart. Seeing his wrathful ferocity and prowess on display, a mysterious overseer leaps forward from the heights—before proposing to the human to be her one and only husband. “Thus henceforth, in our hearts’ bloody honeymoon—lay you and I, a pair of nightly groom-to-be~” Still overwhelmed by the amount of blood he has lost, Nagan accepts the proposal while on the verge of being unconscious. He didn’t realize that he had become the seed producer and leader of a kingdom with a rabbit-eared army. ________ Usalian is a unisexual race that only consists of females within their social construct, with the exception of a ‘Patriarch’ that acts as the leader of the whole colony, while also being the seed provider to expand the population of the ‘Kingdom’, together with the ‘Queen’ that doubles as a the kingdom’s sole broodmother and figure of nobility. Every Usalian Queens of a different kingdom possessed a different power and specialization, but all of them possessed the trait to filter the extracted seeds of their ruling partner and birth those qualified seeded eggs instantaneously inside a special realm without any period of gestation. It’s easier to believe that all of this process is done magically without any scientific explanation, except for the seed extraction which can be done manually through consensual intercourse. Usalians themselves don't possess the concept of aging, as they grow mentally, spiritually, and physically through experience. Different experiences lead to a different growth and specialization. Sometimes, they are able to mutate and evolve an entirely unique trait to their genome, upgrading their capability by just simply existing. To top it off, every newborn kit inherited all of the strength, traits, genetic prowess, and the potential of their Patriarch with a ranging diversity depending on the Patriarch's Seeds Quality Quotient. As such, it is vital for the Patriarch to train and acquire a new strength through arrays of methods ranging from genetical surgery, mediation, physical training, relics, acquisition of supernatural, etc—to ensure the prosperity of the Kingdom. ________ Prominent tags: Over-the-top Action - Progression Fantasy - Civilization - Kingdom Building - Kingdom Progression - Mutation - Gene - Evolution - Supernatural - Magic and Science - Apocalypse - Multiple Realms - Paracausal Power - Yandere - Rabbit-Eared Wife - No NTR - Reclaiming Original Strength - Lovecraftian Horrors - Romance - R-18 - Realm War - Ageless - Fantasy - Sci-fi - Mass Regression - Comedy - Cultivation - Apotheosis ________ Cover illustration is made using AI with some editing magic.

"Letters for my Mother" is a collection of thoughts, emotions, and socioeconomic factors that have hindered my mother and me until her passing in 2007. At that time, I was away from home, moving from place to place, bunking on my sister's house one year and moving on to the other like clockwork. It was traumatic for me since I grew up knowing that I come from a large family of twelve and now living with different people all together or sometimes coming home to find my big sister hasn't arrived from work, so it was books and TV to keep me company. Most of the time, they were trying times as distance kept my two brothers and me from bonding fully. I am glad that I found an outlet for my part where everything seems to be going and coming. What was constantly being right was I thank them fully for taking me to high school, where I found my calling. Art, for me, was a constant where everything is a variable. I never knew I was artistically gifted in all areas of art. I found myself doing drama and musical at form one barely one month into the school. Next year, I found myself in Environment and Science Congress. I had hoped initially that I would blossom to be a scientist. There was this character, Dexter's lab, where he was a boy genius living in a suburban home and having a secret lab in the basement; it was an eye-opening factor for me, and I had to exercise to the fullest. Form three and four were full of music and festival of arts; that was where I grew my art to visual, and poetry came to me as a second language. You probably have figured out that school for me was not for learning, rather for making friends and trying my foot in various forms of art. After high school and pre-youth and college year (I studied computer graphic design for three months, and I dropped out for one reason I will share in my latter works), I found my calling in theatre and performing arts. I loved being on stage, acting, and bringing characters to life with costumes and lights. Telling narratives to the audience and watching them move with awe and splendor. Some hated me from curtain raise to curtain call, booing me for being the antagonist, and applauded wildly when I played the hero. After a while, I felt sick and stagnant for doing the same thing and staging in the same theatre. I saw different cultures and people around Kenya, my country, and settled for drawing and writing poetry and books. To be honest, I was a bit skeptical about my works and would write and draw sketches, and if they don't work out, I would tear them out and flush them. I know I was my worst critic, but I had my first break at 2017 under Storymoja and mentorship of Muthoni Garland, Samira Mathews, and Monity Odera. I published a children's book, "Monsters Who Disobeyed," translated to Swahili, also known as "Malipo ya Ukaidi." It was a milestone for me. I really appreciate my efforts, and three years later, I compiled this book for myself and also the whole world as a reminder that you can be yourself and be the greatest version; you just have to believe. My shortcoming is that my mother, may her soul rest in peace, would be proud of the young man I have become, being that I have never had the chance to show her how talented I am. To all the dreamers and the creatives out there, I would like to give a nugget of wisdom to all that the first step is the hardest, but you will get there eventually. After a while, I must say I am well-versed with various art forms, and I speak the language fluently. As a reader and a fan of my work, I must acknowledge that it is a pleasure giving you access to my world, and I hope to share a room in your library as a favorite.

Laura Chintya Bella, Rude girl with a sharp mouth and tough. Everyday she goes to the club after school until the evening. The reason was because Laura didn't like being alone because being alone would make her feel lonely. Her personality is a little strange, her mindset is unnatural and always leads to mental violence. Laura suffers from a masochistic disease, which is an act of self-injury on purpose, so that she is immune to all wounds. She is physically strong, but mentally weak. Her unstable emotions make her often explode when people gossip about her. She has only one male friend named Vikram Andreyson, a psychic who follows her wherever she goes. One day, Vikram accidentally reveals about Laura's future with a man. Laura is determined to find out about the man Vikram said with the sketch of the face that Vikram managed to draw. They searched for information about the man, and were surprised when they got information about the man's residence which turned out to be in a Mental Hospital. "Rely on me and get rid of my loneliness." (Laura) *** You can contact me on: Instagram: lidiacntys10 Discord: LidiaCntys10#7888 My other novels: - The Imperfect Second Male Lead (English) - I Will Get You Back, Young Master! (English) [ Book 2 ] - The Mafia Queen : Trapping A Man Who Phobias With Women [ Book 1 ] You can read both books separately. For now, the second book has been uploaded early.

A fanfiction-sketch of a missed scene in one of the bonus chapters of the novel "Hemp rope". Win tries to be restrained, but junior himself provokes him, taking the first step. After all, Hia is always so attentive and kind next to him. He knows his junior too well. Would Nong Team regret his decision to thank Hia... Warning: slash, yaoi, profanity, dirty talking, candid intimate practices: anal sex, blowjob, rimming, masturbation