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Ayat never wanted this marriage. Ayan loved someone else. Forced into a bond neither of them chose, they found themselves trapped in a loveless relationship—or so they thought. As time passed, Ayat’s kindness and patience melted Ayan’s resistance, and love unexpectedly bloomed between them. Through hardships and happiness, they stood by each other, proving that love wasn’t just about choice—it was about fate. But just when everything seemed perfect, Ayat’s past returned, bringing a storm that shattered their fragile happiness. A single misunderstanding was enough for Ayan to walk away. He left, choosing distance over doubt. Will their love survive, or is this the end of a story that was never meant to begin?

In the land of Velmoria, where kingdoms rise and fall under the weight of power and lust, Princess Redgold has always been sheltered behind castle walls. Innocent, untouched, and promised to a noble suitor she does not love, she longs for adventure beyond duty, unaware that fate has far greater plans for her. On the night of the Eclipsing Moon, when desires are whispered to the heavens and sins are sealed in the dark, Redgold is abducted by King Kaizer of Tenebris Noctis—a ruler as feared as he is irresistibly magnetic. Taken to his court, where pleasure and power intertwine, she learns that she is more than a mere princess—she is the key to an ancient prophecy, a woman of untapped magic, and the one thing Kaizer cannot resist. But the king is no savior. His obsession is dangerous, and his touch is addictive. He does not beg for love, he claims, devours, and dominates. He wants her submission, her body, her loyalty. And as much as she fights him, Redgold soon finds herself drowning in a world of dark pleasures, wicked games, and sinful nights that leave her breathless. Yet, among the silken chains and silent moans, danger lurks. The Shadow Veil Court, a secretive faction of elite warriors and sorcerers, plots to use Redgold for their own gain. Arachne, the blind oracle, warns of an enemy even darker than Kaizer. And Flix and Trix, the mischievous elves, see the truth no one else does—Kaizer might be her captor, but another seeks to claim her soul. As Redgold is caught between powerful men, forbidden desires, and deadly betrayals, she must decide: will she surrender to pleasure and embrace the beast inside Kaizer, or will she break free and risk everything for a passion that might consume her completely?

"The ocean took everything from him—his memories, his past, even his name. When Eddy opens his eyes, he's met with unfamiliar faces and a world that no longer feels like his own. Rescued by Mr. Dand, a kind stranger, Eddy finds refuge in his home. As he navigates this new life, he develops feelings for Artur, Mr. Dand's son. But the past never stays buried. As Eddy's memories begin to resurface, he must confront the truth about his identity and the life he left behind. Will he still want that life back, or will his heart remain with Artur?"

Eleanor Whitmore has always lived by the rules—born into wealth, bound by duty, and expected to follow a path carefully laid out for her. But when she crosses paths with Sebastian Cavendish, a man who thrives in the spaces between convention and chaos, her world tilts on its axis. He is everything she has been warned against—reckless, enigmatic, and dangerously captivating. Their connection is immediate, electric, yet fraught with tension. Sebastian sees the fire beneath Eleanor’s poised exterior, the yearning for something more. With each encounter, he challenges her to step beyond the gilded walls of expectation and into the unknown. But straying from her carefully constructed life comes at a cost. As whispers of scandal begin to swirl and family loyalties are tested, Eleanor must decide—will she surrender to a future chosen for her or risk everything for a love that defies the rules? A tale of passion, defiance, and the irresistible pull of fate, Whispers of Fate is an enthralling romance that proves that sometimes, the greatest risk of all is following your heart.

“Oww…” I winced, lifting my throbbing head before glancing around and as expected the lab was in chaos. There was glass shattered everywhere, sparks fleeing from one place to another and the acrid scent of burning chemicals filled the air. Flames licked at the countertops, but what made my stomach drop was the gas spilling from a ruptured pipe. Crap. No one needed to tell me. I already knew it was toxic. The faint greenish tinge to the air, the sharp sting in my nose. It was more than toxic….it was deadly. And spreading fast and I couldn’t help but wonder what would have caused such an explosion. I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my ankle, forcing me back down. I bit back a scream. “Dammit!” I cursed. That’s when I saw him. Liam. He was standing near the exit, scanning the chaos with an unnerving calmness and it was obvious he hadn’t seen me yet. Why the hell did he always have to be everywhere? He was already annoying enough. Ugh. I held back an eye roll. I tried my best to get up again but it was completely useless. I had sprained my ankle and there was no one around to help me…except him of course. Even if I wanted to yell for help, I’m sure the students left would be running towards the exit by now. So I didn’t have a choice but to ask him for help…apparently my only other option was dying and I couldn’t afford that. “Liam!” I choked out, coughing against the gas as it seeped closer. His head snapped in my direction. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought he’d help. Instead, his expression hardened. He turned toward the door, ready to leave. God. He really was an asshole. “Wait!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Help me! Please!” He paused, barely glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” His voice was cold, detached and heavy with sarcasm. I gritted my teeth. My head throbbed, and the gas was making my vision blur, but I forced the words out. “We have classes together. Or have you forgotten the girl who was paired up with you in chemistry today…and do you even need to know someone to help them out?” I snapped. His gaze lingered on me for another second before he turned to leave and then I knew I had no choice. “If you don’t help me, I’ll tell everyone your secret.” My words made him turn. His dark eyes narrowed as he strode closer, towering over me. I had been holding it in for too long. It was high time I let it out. “My secret?” His tone was mocking. “Your fall must’ve really messed with your head, four eyes. Now you think a bluff is going to make me help you?” “It’s not a bluff,” I snapped, coughing violently. “I know who you really are, Alex.” His entire body stiffened. “Care to repeat that?” His voice was low, dangerous. I sucked in a shaky breath, the gas burning my lungs. “I know this identity of yours is just a cover, Alex Bronson.” I drawled. “So if you know what’s good for you, stop questioning me like a fool and help me dammit.” ~~~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theadora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.

Magno é o segundo filho de senhores feudais de um grande império, porém com a morte de seus pais seu irmão mais velho, Charles, teve que assumir a administração do feudo, porém após 10 anos de administração, Charles e Magno, desconfiam de estar havendo uma conspiração golpista contra seu irmão no dia do desfile da homenagem da morte dos seus pais, e para isso Charles se prepara para essa ação golpista e Magno deverá demonstrar a força militar da cidade onde administra à anos.

From the moment a life-giving planet begins its rotation, it becomes a silent witness to the ebb and flow of countless civilizations. Empires rise from the dust only to crumble back into it. Species emerge, thrive, and vanish into the annals of forgotten time. Through relentless storms, volcanic cataclysms, and the shifting of continents, the world continues its tireless cycle, indifferent to the fleeting lives upon its surface. Nothing in its grand design remains eternal. Change is the only constant, as the very essence of existence is shaped by upheaval. In this crucible of adversity, where nature’s wrath tests the resilience of life, only those who evolve—who embrace the necessity of transformation—can stand at the precipice of survival. To endure is to adapt. To adapt is to conquer. And only through this relentless evolution can one grasp at the elusive thread of perfect victory.

Candy is a 20-year old lady who is in a relationship with Dane but she is still in love with her toxic ex Freddy she feels Dane doesn't satisfy her sexual needs but he loves her whereas Freddy meets her sexual needs but he treated her badly when they were together

Whispers of an Unwritten City is a collection of short myths and urban legends from Colombia, where forgotten gods, ancient curses, and modern stories blend to reveal the hidden soul of the cities. Through these tales, the author seeks to capture the magic, mystery, and raw essence of Colombian culture.

My new name is valerian Alaricus Nyxbane. And I found myself waking up in a reality that felt utterly alien. The last thing I remember? A scuffle with some kid—just another typical brawl. But this time, he actually fought back. I can’t recall the moment that sent me spiraling into darkness, only the jarring impact of my head against the pavement… and then, silence. When I finally opened my eyes, everything had transformed. Memories that didn’t belong to me tangled with my own, a life I had never lived crashing into my consciousness like a tidal wave. That’s when the truth hit me like a freight train. First: I had somehow been yanked into a world I recognized all too well. Second: I wasn’t just a minor player in this story. I was one of the two main characters. But to everyone else, I was the villain. Not a clever mastermind, not a tragic figure—no. I was the annoying, inconsequential obstacle. A spoiled, arrogant young master destined for ridicule. The kind of guy people wanted to see fail spectacularly. The one who strutted around like he owned the place, only to be overshadowed by the true hero. And that hero? The one fated to save this world? Yeah. It was the very kid who had knocked me out. The same boy I had bullied for years was now destined to be the champion of this tale. A tale set in a realm on the brink of annihilation—devastating wars, lurking disasters, a future spiraling into chaos. And at the end of it all, looming like a specter, was the Umbral Monarch, the final, unyielding adversary. But that was the conclusion. Right now, I had to navigate the treacherous beginning. Could I defy a fate etched in stone? Could I resist in a game where I was meant to be the punchline? Absolutely not. That’s not happening. I refused to be a passive spectator in my own downfall. If the odds were stacked against me, I’d simply change the game. "If destiny thinks it can dictate my path, then I’ll just turn the tables." …Yet, I quickly learned that destiny doesn’t take kindly to defiance. The price of altering my fate turned out to be far steeper than I could have ever anticipated.

A chapter a day is a journey into the lives of different characters in different worlds. Their stories Interlace to form a storyline with dimensions and depth to it. Each character is not a minority and it relevance can not be down played. Every chapter represent a main character with it's own terms and personality, thereby taking you to a different world in each chapter.

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Trei was a normal agnostic highschool boy, who was obsessed with a universe which existed only inthe pages of his book. Black Sun. One day on his way to a debate competition, te entire universe...just ends. The gods of various religions teleport the souls of humanity to a giant void, to be judged, whether they go to the afterlife of their beliefs, end up in a void. Trei, goes last, he gets judged, they find not a trace of favour or distaste for any belief, and he doesn't seem to be interested in any of the given options. so there transmigrate him to another universe, similar to that of his novel, ends up in the body of Aleiric. only catch;the gods wiped his memories of certain events in the lore of his book

When Adrian stepped into college, he thought he had life all figured out. But as the years unfold, he finds himself swept into a journey of self-discovery, friendship, and the unpredictable nature of love. Between balancing academics, work, and personal struggles, Adrian navigates the ever-changing tides of campus life meeting new people, forming deep connections, and experiencing the highs and lows of young adulthood. As he grows, so do his perspectives on love, relationships, and who he truly wants to become. But in a world where nothing stays the same, can he keep up with the changes, or will he lose himself in the process?

I was a broken sword... Wandering to the depths of the earth... Wondering why am I broken? Who owned me? What was my owner like? Where did I came from? Who am I? Why am I here?

"Ethan Thorne," an ordinary office worker, wakes up one day inside the pages of his beloved novel, "The Forbidden Legacy." Now an extra in the story, part of one of the four families, Ethan tries to live a regular life, but danger quickly finds him. As an extra, Ethan's presence disrupts the balance among the four families, leading to unexpected threats and hidden secrets. Struggling to adapt, Ethan must navigate tricky alliances, all while danger lurks around every corner.

What if your story was never meant to exist? In a world governed by narrative laws—where destinies are written, roles assigned, and power is born from plotlines—Aerin Vale is an anomaly. Born without a prophecy, unblessed by fate, and ignored by the grand script of the world, he is a blank page in a world of epic tales and tragic heroes. But when a forbidden ritual throws him into the heart of the Echo Library—a metaphysical vault of failed timelines and forgotten lives—Aerin awakens a terrifying power: the ability to rewrite his own story through death. Now hunted by genre enforcers, echo-harvesters, and gods of ink and flame, Aerin must walk the path of the Narrative Divergent—challenging archetypes, stealing plot armor, and severing prophecy threads. With a cursed blade born from his first death and a grimoire that records every echo of failure, he begins a descent into a world where power is forged from paradox and survival demands meta-awareness. As war erupts between fate-bound heroes, tragedy incarnates, and narrative editors, Aerin must face twisted versions of himself, unearth the truth behind the Unwritten Sovereign, and become the author of a story that was never supposed to be told. This is not a hero’s journey. This is the rebellion of the forgotten chapter.

“Listen for the buzz of the Golden Honeybee’s wings, Where it will guide you to a lonely mountain creek, Follow the path abandoned by the hearts of kings, And be sure not to make a single peep. Then, the White Tiger’s snores you’ll hear, Below the bright azure skies of crystal clear, Walk into the fiery sea of blazing chrysanthemums, Whilst being careful of the spirit foxes’ bums, And there, you will find me, Sleeping below the great hollow tree.”

In a world created by a long-dead deity, those who are erased from existence are condemned to spend eternity in a forsaken realm. Malphas, a frail and forgotten boy, has lived his life in this desolate prison. Fueled by a promise to a mother-like figure who cared for him in the darkness, he uses his latent abilities to escape, emerging in a new world with a mysterious power known as "The X-Factor." Armed with this new ability, Malphas swears vengeance on the deities responsible for creating the nightmarish realm he once called home. His goal is simple: to destroy the gods who condemned his soul to an eternity of suffering. But as he embarks on his journey of revenge, he encounters people who challenge his views and his motivations. As Malphas begins to form new bonds and see the world through different eyes, he grapples with the path he has chosen. Will his thirst for revenge consume him, or will the connections he forms reshape his none existed destiny? ------- Upload schedule: Whenever I feel like it (I’m still in school so I got priorities)

"I...will...not...Lose" these are the Words that Haunted Seth For Years. Seth a child who was abounded by his parents near Verlmon River was found stranded by a Farmer Named Gin. The Farmer raised him as his own and gave him all the love he needed - at an age of three Seth had a Nightmare that Haunted him to the point that its affected his mental health and made him bedridden throughout his early childhood. At the age of 10 during an assault of the Ergaster people he underwent an accidence that changed him for the rest of his life.

At 28, Clara Hayes has mastered the art of wearing masks. To her colleagues, she’s the perpetually cheerful graphic designer who never misses a deadline. To her overbearing mother, she’s the dutiful daughter hiding her anxiety behind polished smiles. To the world, she’s a woman who “has it all together”—except she’s crumbling inside. Clara’s life unravels during a corporate presentation where a panic attack strips her façade raw. Humiliated and exhausted, she flees to a quiet coastal town, renting a cottage owned by an eccentric, free-spirited potter named Marisol. There, Clara stumbles upon a dusty journal in the attic, its pages filled with haunting sketches and anonymous confessions from a woman who once lived there decades earlier. The entries mirror Clara’s own suffocating duality: “I paint myself in colors the world approves of, but my soul is a grayscale.” As Clara tentatively befriends Marisol and a reclusive widower, Eli, who runs the town’s crumbling bookstore, she begins confronting the lies she’s told herself for years. Through their unconventional guidance—and the journal’s cryptic wisdom—she starts shedding her masks one by one. But vulnerability comes at a cost: her corporate career teeters, her mother’s disapproval intensifies, and a buried trauma from her teenage years resurfaces, threatening to drown her newfound courage. When Clara’s raw, unfiltered artwork—created in secret—goes viral, she faces a choice: return to the safety of her old illusions or step into the terrifying freedom of living unapologetically. But the journal hides a final secret, linking Clara’s journey to the cottage’s mysterious past, forcing her to question whether true authenticity is a rebellion… or a homecoming.

In a world where desire is power, Selene Valtoria, a fallen noblewoman, is cursed with a body that no man can resist and a mind sharper than any blade. Betrayed, sold into slavery, and forced into submission, she awakens an ancient, forbidden magic that allows her to turn the tables on those who seek to use her. Now, with lust as her greatest weapon, Selene must navigate a world where men crave her, women envy her, and enemies fear her. But as she walks the path of seduction and destruction, she must choose—consume the world in passion and vengeance, or surrender to a love that threatens to tame her darkness.

Stuck in the worst dream possible – the reality of my own creation. Here I am, not the all-powerful author, but an unsuspecting character, woken up in a beggar's body in the world of my own novel. How? Why? I don't know, but what I do know is that I need to survive. My memories of the story's plot are sketchy at best, but I remember enough to know I've got to stick to the main storyline. Life-or-death decisions, cryptic mysteries, formidable enemies, I wrote them all. Now I must face them firsthand. The irony would be delicious if it weren't so deadly. Am I stuck in my worst nightmare or have I been given a chance to rewrite my destiny? Only time will tell. Until then, I’ve got to survive in this Insane world, a plot to follow, and one hell of a story to write... by living it.

I had always thought that life and I were best friends, that luck would always be on my side, that I was the epitome of perfection itself but little did naive, little me know. Life is unfair, luck can be bad and perfection is easily shattered but I payed for it, I learned that information the hard and cruel way. Life betrayed me and took away my parents, perfection turned on me and disappeared before my eyes and luck? My luck went from bad to worse to worst. Have you ever had people in your life that stand by you, support you and give you good advice? If you have then you understand that those people become incredibly important people in your life that it's like they've become melded in you, they become part of your personality, your rock and you begin to admire them and believe that you would have never achieved what you have if not for them. You place them on a pedestal in your head, one far higher than yourself. Now imagine that those people turn their backs on you and betray you and you find out that all their "good" advice were just merely the worst possible advice one could ever receive wrapped up in a pretty pink ribbon. You find out that they are two faced snakes who came into your life just to deceive and destroy. The pain from that is simply indescribable, like if you were on top of a building and it begins crumbles from the ground up sending you falling down but this time instead of falling to your death, you fall down a dark well and begin to wonder a dark path of depression, guilt, self hate and depreciation and regret and I promise you that is a fate far worse than death. I loved watching Spy movies as a kid, I'd even dream about them. I always thought it looked so cool seeing the main character fly through the air and do awesome tricks and defeat the bad guy but everyone else around me disagreed. They all said that spies were bad people and were never to be trusted but I didn't listen, I only trusted what I knew. But when my childhood dream that became my reality was handed to me on a silver platter, I finally understood that all that glitters is not gold. The main character always loses everyone and everything and ends up alone and being a spy is far from the fantasy I'd imagined. A spy's life is nothing but a big lie and false documents made to deceive, infiltrate and annihilate the lives of others. I give you three pieces of advice to carry with you on this damned journey called life. Never, ever under no circumstances must you ever trust a spy they are wolves in sheep's clothing. TRUST NO ONE. Keep a good eye on your pillars, attack before they can make their move. Everything comes with a price some as just more horrid that others. ***** Author here, I hope you enjoyed reading the synopsis, it was really fun to write but for more elaboration; This story is about the adventures of Andrea and her three best friends but it focuses more on Andrea, as she's the main charcter but there are some chapters whers the POV will changeand focus on her friends ot those around her. Andrea, having growing up in a loving family, finds it hard to believe that all she has grown to believe is a lie. She discovers that truly everything is not as it seems as it seems in her world of undercover spies.

I died. That's obvious. But I was reborn. How? Don't ask me. Maybe it was some god. A divine being? Ah- It doesn't matter. My life burned away and now- well I'm stuck here in this black void. This dungeon. Maybe I had lived a pious last life. Laughable as that was. But I was given a second chance. Told to grow my dungeon, to create hulking monstrosities that would destroy the world. In short, I am now a villain. I am the consciousness of the dungeon, the little orb at the end my body. And still I live. A projection of a body is created - a trap - and I am that. I am the one to guide foolish adventurers to their death. My looks are curated. Soft features that entrap the mind. I am the dungeon. I am the projection, I am human, and I am the dungeon. And I will conquer all. Every being will bow before my might. "Before you're cuteness~" Ah- heh- that too... help... I didn't ask to look this cute!

"Is it just another campaign, or has she unknowingly made a pact with a demon himself?" When a girl called Anne looked for a team to play DND with, her warlock was the one to make a pact. Yet , she never thought that meeting her DM will have such a consequences. And when the game gets a little too personal and the stakes start feeling real, the line between game and reality begins to blur. In the end, her warlock wasn't the only one with a patron and sealed pact...