Lit

Eva Sinclair, a rising model with a captivating beauty, never expected a late-night photoshoot to change her fate. When her car breaks down on a deserted road, she seeks shelter in a nearby abandoned mansion. Inside, dust and silence fill the air, but a strange presence lingers. As she cautiously explores the dimly lit halls, her eyes land on a massive, 6.5-foot-long stone box resting at the center of an ancient chamber. Its surface is adorned with eerie symbols, and atop it sits a crystal pulsing with dark energy. Something about it calls to her, an irresistible pull that defies logic. Curiosity gets the best of her. The moment she touches the crystal, it shatters, and a sharp edge pierces her skin. A single drop of her blood seeps into the ancient artifact… and the world trembles as Leonard Blackwood, the Vampire Lord, awakens from a 5,000-year slumber. Leonard is no ordinary vampire—he is the most feared of his kind, a being of immense power who was sealed away for a reason. But something is different this time. The blood that woke him does more than break his prison—it binds him to Eva in ways he never anticipated. Eva is now at the center of an ancient prophecy, her existence tied to Leonard’s resurgence. But with his return comes chaos—enemies who once feared him rise from the shadows, and an unknown force seeks to claim Eva for its own. As Leonard struggles between his thirst for power and an inexplicable pull toward the woman who freed him, Eva must decide: is he her protector or her greatest danger? In a world where darkness craves control and fate is written in blood, Eva and Leonard stand at the heart of a battle that could change everything. "Vampire Lord Loves Me" is a thrilling tale of forbidden attraction, ancient power, and the fine line between love and destruction. Disclaimer: A Work of Fiction "This story is entirely fictional and does not depict real-world events, beliefs, or practices. It is meant for entertainment purposes only."

La veille de leur mariage, son fiancé s'est enfui avec sa maîtresse. Par frustration, elle a attrapé l'homme debout devant le bureau des affaires civiles : "Président Mo, votre mariée n'est pas arrivée et mon fiancé s'est enfui... Puis-je vous proposer de nous marier ?" Avant le mariage, elle a dit : "Même si nous devions partager le même lit, il ne se passerait rien entre nous !" Après le mariage, il a dit : "Si nous n'essayons pas, comment saurions-nous ?"

On m'a trompée, cheh ~ ne vous inquiétez pas, j'ai cinq hommes qui me chouchoutent. Un homme stoïque qui n'arrive pas à aligner deux phrases ? Je vais le faire rapper, regardez-moi. Un tsundere chaud et froid qui a une langue venimeuse pour le sexe opposé ? Je vais le faire dégouliner de miel par la bouche. Un homme stupide et enfantin ? Regardez comment il flirte avec moi comme un séducteur. Un gentil érudit, toux, il n'est pas si doux avec moi au lit. Un introverti timide ? Regardez-le devenir un loup déguisé en mouton. Su Wan - une femme divorcée de trente ans qui a été trompée par son mari et sa demi-soeur, passe une nuit à boire de l'alcool tout en regardant son ex-mari et sa demi-soeur se ridiculiser. "Ahhh ! Espèce de salaud ! Homme indigne, tu penses que cette vieille ne trouvera plus d'homme ??? Non seulement cette super tante aura un homme ! J'en aurai cinq ! Un pour dormir ! Deux pour rouler et trois pour chouchouter !!" Dans son ivresse, elle s'évanouit pour se retrouver transportée dans un petit village de la Chine ancienne, et cela juste le jour de son mariage avec les cinq frères Lin ! - La couverture ne m'appartient pas, envoyez un courriel à fairy0tail072@gmail.com pour demander sa suppression (je l'ai retouchée)

Luo Huian était la plus belle, la plus forte et la plus narcissique —— Coupez ! Coupez ! Coupez ! Reprenez et refaites-le. Luo Huian était l'immortelle la plus belle, la plus forte et la plus sage dans le royaume de paix et d'harmonie. Ses deux pères l'adoraient et elle disposait d'une généreuse provision de ressources et de pilules. Sa vie était parfaite. Cependant, sa vie parfaite prit fin brusquement lorsque Luo Huian, une immortelle dont la responsabilité était de apporter la paix à ceux qui avaient atteint leur fin et avaient perdu la foi —— Regarda un homme sauter d'un immeuble. À cause de ses croyances inflexibles et de son sens de la justice, elle ne sauva pas le brute. Malheureusement, cet homme était le fils des cieux. La perte de sa vie apporta des ennuis infinis dans la vie de Luo Huian et elle fut punie par les cieux. Elle fut envoyée dans le monde des humains où elle devait sauver au moins cinq cents personnes en sauvant leurs vies lorsqu'ils étaient au bout de leur rouleau. Pour une immortelle, c'était un travail facile, non ? Faux. Sa grand-mère envoya Luo Huian dans un monde où les Roche Sombre avaient semé le chaos. Des bêtes et des monstres naissaient des Roche Sombre qui suçaient chaque once de bonheur des humains. Ce monde était dominé par des chasseurs qui pouvaient tuer les bêtes avec les pouvoirs qu'ils avaient éveillés. Et dans ce monde impitoyable, Luo Huian obtint la plus mauvaise part. Elle se réveilla dans le corps d'un chasseur de classe F ! Zut alors. Comme si cela ne suffisait pas, l'ancien propriétaire avait avoué son amour à son cousin par alliance et avait été chassé de la famille. Double malchance dans la marmite bouillante. Sans un seul sou en poche, Luo Huian part accomplir sa mission. Mais que se passerait-il lorsque Luo Huian, qui était un chasseur de classe F, anéantirait les Gloires et Cavités de classe Z que même les chasseurs de classe S ne pouvaient pas ? Regardez-la lutter contre les dangers et en même temps sauver la vie des gens. Mais dans cette petite mission, il y a un petit obstacle —— Les trois tentations alléchantes. *********** Résistance à la tentation prise 1 : « MMPH », Luo Huian poussa contre le mer qui l'avait allongée sur le lit en s'asseyant sur sa taille. « Descends. » « Je ne peux pas », répondit Qi Yongrui en retirant sa chemise. « Papa Shun a dit qu'il enviait l'Oncle Wang. Il veut aussi tenir un petit-enfant. Alors, chérie, travaillons dur ce soir, d'accord ? » Luo Huian : Chers Cieux sauvez-moi, je suis une femme sans désirs ! **** Résistance à la tentation prise 2 : « Penses-tu qu'il est beau ? » Fan Meilin interrogea la femme qui se tenait à côté de lui. Bien qu'il ait gagné la course et le trophée, sa femme regardait l'autre mer. « Eh bien oui », Luo Huian, qui appréciait la beauté, acquiesça immédiatement. « Pourquoi poses-tu cette question ? » Les yeux de Fan Meilin brillèrent alors qu'il lui souriait et se penchait vers elle pour lui murmurer à l'oreille, « Il peut être beau, mais je suis meilleur conducteur. Non seulement sur la piste mais aussi au lit, veux-tu essayer chérie ? » Luo Huian : Résiste à la tentation ! À tout prix ! Je suis une femme au cœur de fer. ***** Résistance à la tentation prise 3 : « Est-ce nécessaire ? » Luo Huian interrogea alors qu'elle était assise sur le canapé, observant le mer tracer ses doigts sur ses courbes alors qu'elle était vêtue seulement d'un maillot de bain moderne. Le mer acquiesça tout en écrivant sur son petit carnet, « Je dois tracer chaque pouce de ta peau pour créer ma plus belle création, alors ne bouge pas. » Après avoir fini d'écrire, il tendit le carnet à Luo Huian, ses doigts effleurant la courbe de sa poitrine, de sa taille et ——— Luo Huian : Ma vertu est en grand danger ! ** Fl qui essaie de faire tout pour sauvegarder sa vertu car cela ralentirait sa cultivation X Mls qui font de leur mieux pour la lui prendre. *********** Avertissement : bien que le livre soit dans un contexte comique, il pourrait y avoir des sujets délicats abordant la dépression et la solitude. ***********

Trompée pour se marier, exploitée toute une vie comme nourrice sans salaire et finalement battue à mort par sa mère adoptive devant le lit de malade de son père adoptif, la misérable vie de Shen Mianmian prit fin. Lorsqu'elle ouvrit de nouveau les yeux, elle se retrouva à quinze ans. Shen Mianmian jura d'échapper à son destin passé, de punir sa cousine malveillante et sa mère adoptive, mais brilla accidentellement trop fort dans le processus. L'avant-dernière élève à l'école s'éleva soudainement au sommet, devenant la candidate convoitée par des universités prestigieuses, provoquant une sensation parmi tous les enseignants et étudiants... Tandis que d'autres étaient occupés à étudier, Shen Mianmian était occupée à lancer des petites entreprises pour gagner de l'argent... Tandis que d'autres se préparaient pour l'examen d'entrée au collège, Shen Mianmian achetait en une fois les deux maisons hantées les plus notoires de Pékin... devenant une curiosité aux yeux de tous, ils se moquaient d'elle en disant que même si elle avait la fortune pour les acheter, elle pourrait ne pas avoir la vie pour y habiter. Lorsque d'autres étaient diplômés et occupés à chercher du travail, les propriétés hantées achetées par Shen Mianmian furent réquisitionnées par le gouvernement, lui rapportant une somme considérable en compensation pour la démolition. Ceux qui s'étaient moqués d'elle ne purent s'empêcher de se gifler deux fois... demandant partout où pourraient se vendre des maisons hantées. Shen Mianmian, qui avait initialement besoin d'emprunter de l'argent pour les frais de scolarité, utilisa les fonds de la démolition et tira parti de son avantage de renaissance pour acheter un terrain adéquat et construire un immeuble de location, se transformant en la propriétaire la plus riche et la plus prospère de Pékin... Un jour, Shen Mianmian, portant un sac de clés et venant tout juste de percevoir le loyer, fut entraînée au Bureau des Affaires Civiles. "Shen Mianmian, il est temps pour toi de rembourser ce que tu me dois."

[Avertissement : R18+] Quand la Haine se transforme en Amour... et la Vengeance en Passion... Va-t-il choisir de recommencer avec elle ? ======= L'âme de Floconphantôme s'est séparée de son corps après s'être suicidée devant son ennemi, Nathan Sparks, le Chef Suprême de la Mafia de Syphiruz. Elle se réveilla seulement pour découvrir que son corps (qui était dans un état de coma) était retenu captif par Nathan ‘le Diable !’, qui tentait de prolonger sa vie. Et quel était son motif ? La tuer de sa propre main et la torturer à mort ! Nathan éprouve un profond ressentiment envers Floconphantôme car elle a assassiné la personne la plus précieuse de sa vie. Il voulait sa revanche ! Et les choses sont devenues encore plus excitantes lorsqu'une créature magique apparut devant l'âme de Fantôme, lui donnant une mission ridicule en échange de la récupération de son corps. « Fais-le tomber amoureux de toi en 100 jours ! » dit la créature volante, pointant ses petites pattes vers Nathan qui se tenait sans expression à côté de son lit de malade. Avec des yeux ronds, Floconphantôme fit une tête ‘tu-plaisantes-j’espère’ à la créature volante. Pas question ! C'était une mission impossible ! Ce type la haïssait tant. Comment allait-elle faire ??! ****** Extrait : Nathan la saisit par le cou. « Ne joue pas de tours avec moi, Floconphantôme. » La voix froide de Nathan résonnait dans la pièce, ses yeux brûlant de rage. Mais Floconphantôme se contenta de lui sourire narquoisement, appuyant ses mains contre son torse, ses doigts le narguant. « Tu ne peux pas me tuer, Nate. Admets-le simplement. Tu es déjà tombé pour moi. » D'un mouvement rapide, Floconphantôme tira sur sa chemise, réduisant l'espace entre eux alors qu'elle écrasait ses lèvres contre les siennes. Étonnamment, Nathan se retrouva à répondre à son baiser. Il avait perdu ! Il ne pouvait pas lui résister. ===== Je possède la couverture du livre (=";"=) Artiste : Bea Cortez Rejoignez le serveur de l'Auteur pour obtenir des mises à jour et des annonces sur le livre. Lien Discord : https://discord.gg/WymeFaeQe

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

It had been a rainy night. Ayla was only six months old, her small body burning with fever. She had been shivering all day, her tiny fists curling against my chest as she whimpered. The fever medication hadn’t worked. The wet towel treatments barely made a difference. And then, as night fell, her cries weakened, and her small frame went limp in my arms. Panic clawed at my chest. My baby was unconscious. I dialed Sebastian again—my fingers trembling so badly that I nearly dropped my phone. Call after call, I tried reaching him. No answer. He was working as a resident at Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals, but it was over an hour away. I had no choice but to rush Ayla to the nearest local hospital. The doctors did their best. I could see it in their tired eyes as they worked tirelessly to stabilize her. Machines beeped. Oxygen masks. Needles. My heart felt like it would stop at any second. “She needs to be transferred,” one of the doctors told me, his voice grim. “We’ve managed to stabilize her vitals for now, but she requires specialized care. Take her to Aetos immediately.” The next thing I knew, we were inside an ambulance. The sirens blared, cutting through the stormy night. Every second felt like an eternity. I held Ayla close, whispering desperate prayers against her damp curls. “Hold on, baby… Please, hold on.” The paramedic beside me checked her vitals repeatedly, his face tense. “We’re almost there,” he assured me. But my heart wouldn’t stop racing. I kept my eyes fixed on her tiny chest, watching for every faint rise and fall. Then, finally, the ambulance screeched to a halt in front of Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals. The emergency team was already waiting. They took her from my arms, rushing inside with urgency. I need money. That was the first thought that struck me. I had just started my career in real estate. I barely had a hundred dollars to my name. And the insurance? It wouldn’t cover everything. Ten thousand dollars. That was the estimated cost they gave me. I called Sebastian again. And again. And again. No answer. Desperation overtook me. I had no other choice. My parents weren’t in Eldoria—they lived in another state, a three-hour flight away. But I called them anyway, my voice breaking as I explained the situation. “We’re coming, sweetheart,” my mother said, panic laced in her voice. “Stay strong. We’ll be there soon.” My tears had dried up. My hands were numb from clutching my phone. But the pit in my stomach only grew deeper. I needed to charge my phone, so I stepped outside the PICU, searching for an outlet near the reception. That’s when I saw him. Sebastian. Standing in the dimly lit hospital corridor, his arms wrapped around a crying woman. His lips brushed against her forehead, whispering soft reassurances. My mind went blank. The world around me blurred. Then—darkness. Once, Aurora Adkins was a joyful, simple woman who believed in love. But love betrayed her. Left with nothing but heartbreak and a six months old daughter, Ayla, she clawed her way up from the ruins of her past. Now, she’s a real estate mogul, a self-made powerhouse with a heart of stone. Until she collides with him. Theron Drakos—ruthless, elusive, and heir to the Drakos Corporation. He’s built his empire in the shadows, and now, he’s ready to claim Eldoria. There’s just one problem, Aurora stands in his way. From the moment they meet, it’s war. Deals turn into duels. Boardrooms become battlegrounds. Two unstoppable forces, neither willing to bend. But beneath the sharp words and sharper gazes, something else smolders. Pride says they should walk away. Ego demands they win. But fate? It has other plans.

Beneath the neon-lit bustling city, unknown monsters lurk. Martial arts sects, biological modifications, cutting-edge mechas, golden bloodlines, abyssal alien species... Chen Feng arrives in this world, similar to Earth, and discovers he can enter a strange dream world where he can pick up various light groups. 【Limit-Break Light Group: Can enhance martial arts skills, break limits, and upgrade!】 【Attribute Light Group: Can randomly increase four-dimensional attribute points, bigger and stronger, add points!】 【Talent Light Group: You gain the talent - Cyan Armor, able to switch combat forms, with power increase by 100%........】 【Skill Light Group: You obtain the Extreme Refinement Method, destined to break human limits......】 As martial arts gradually decline, and modified humans and cutting-edge mechas flourish, Chen Feng has achieved ultimate limit-breaking in the dream world, integrating extraordinary talents, and continues the path of martial arts! Tear apart mechas with his hands, smash aircraft carriers with his fists! I am the great King of the Century. ......... My name is Chen Feng, the peak you can never surpass.

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

Krankel Voss, a successful novelist, sits alone in a dimly lit room, waiting for someone. As the clock ticks, he begins to narrate the story that led him to this moment — a story that started with a random news broadcast and a chilling letter delivered to his door. What seemed like a distant memory soon turned into an unsettling journey, pulling Krankel deeper into a web of secrets and forgotten truths. But as the line between fiction and reality blurs, he realizes that some stories refuse to stay buried. As the past comes knocking, will Krankel be ready to face what’s waiting on the other side?

She sacrificed her life to save others but woke up to live again. Lit-An never counted on being reincarnated into the world of the Licnine, but after she catches the attention of a powerful being she becomes a pawn in a dangerous war. The 'Others' have invaded the world of the Licnine, enslaving and killing anyone who stands in the way of their total domination. It is up to Lit-An to stop them. But can this tiny girl be the savior of an entire world?

A seasoned hitman in his forties, known only as "The Clown," accepts what he believes is a routine contract. Little does he know it's a setup. After completing his mission, he's ambushed and fatally wounded. Instead of darkness, he awakens to chaos—the cries of a newborn (himself) in a dimly lit brothel. A midwife holds him, presenting him to an exhausted prostitute who barely acknowledges her son. Born into the underbelly of a medieval fantasy world, the former hitman must find his way in life as the unwanted child of a brothel worker. But in a world where nobility oppresses the poor and violence rules the streets, can a man with blood-stained hands from two lifetimes ever truly wash them clean?

In Neo-Pandora, 2247 time is a fragile commodity. The invention of the Temporal Engine granted humanity glimpses into the past and future—but at a catastrophic cost. Reality itself has begun to unravel, splintering into fractured timelines that bleed into the present. Amidst the neon-lit chaos of this dystopian metropolis, Detective Elias Voss, a disgraced chrono-physicist turned private investigator, survives by solving cases tied to temporal anomalies. Haunted by a failed experiment that scarred him with the ability to see time’s fractures, Elias walks the razor’s edge between the past’s ghosts and the future’s shadows.  When Dr. Lila Kane, a desperate Temporal Institute scientist, begs for his help, Elias is thrust into a conspiracy that threatens to erase Neo-Pandora from existence. A rogue experiment has unleashed a time rift fueled by the Fractured Hourglass, a mythical artifact rumored to hold dominion over time itself. As Elias and Lila race to stop the rift, they uncover a chilling truth: the Hourglass is merely a fragment of the Chrono Core, an ancient power capable of rewriting history—or erasing it entirely.  But the Core’s secrets are guarded by shadowy forces. From the neon-drenched underworld to the Institute’s ivory towers, Elias confronts rogue time travelers, paradox-born monsters, and his own fractured memories. Every step closer to the Chrono Core warps reality further, forcing Elias to question what—or who—is truly real. As the rift consumes the city, he must decide whether to repair time… or shatter it to save humanity Will Elias Voss outrun the ghosts of his past, or will time itself become his greatest enemy?  The Chrono Detective is a high-stakes journey through a collapsing world where every second counts—and every choice could doom reality itself. 

Title: The General’s Forbidden Obsession Overview: In the heart of a war-torn Japan, where power is held by ruthless generals and noble bloodlines teeter on the edge of ruin, one sheltered aristocratic son makes a single, devastating mistake—he steps beyond the walls of his family’s protection. Naïve, docile, and unaware of the world’s dangers, he longs for a taste of freedom, a single night beneath the city’s lantern-lit sky. But beauty like his is a curse, drawing hungry eyes and grasping hands. When a brothel lures him in with promises of wonder, he stumbles into the clutches of men who see him as nothing more than a delicate prize to be claimed. Watching from the shadows is the nation’s most feared general—cold, ruthless, and entirely captivated. At first, he only observes, drawn in by the boy’s ethereal beauty and oblivious innocence. But when another man dares to touch what he has silently claimed, his restraint shatters. With a single command, the general takes him. Not out of mercy, but out of possessive desire. He tells himself it’s only for a night, that he’ll let the boy go. But obsession, once ignited, is a fire that does not burn out. As the aristocratic son’s family desperately searches for him, the general refuses to release his new obsession. And the boy, so naive to the world’s cruelty, doesn’t yet understand—he has just been caged by the most dangerous man in the empire. Will love bloom from possession, or will he remain nothing more than a treasured captive?

In the frost-bitten wilderness of the Stormspire Mountains, a teenage boy named Jacob Reed and his ailing grandfather, Elias, embark on a desperate journey to seek sanctuary with the enigmatic Order of the Emerald Horizon—a secretive brotherhood rumored to wield power over life and death. Clad in ragged clothes and driven by dwindling hope, they ascend the treacherous slopes, their path lit only by the faint glow of ancient sigils carved into the mountain gates. Upon arrival, they are met with hostility by a hooded gatekeeper who mocks their humble origins. Just as the Order’s refusal seems inevitable, a seismic roar erupts from the mountain’s core, triggering a chain of events that hints at Jacob’s mysterious connection to a dormant force. Unbeknownst to all, the boy carries an obsidian pendant—a relic pulsing with eerie violet light—that may hold the key to unraveling the Order’s darkest secrets.

Lee Wooyun had always been a fan of romance fantasy books and films, especially those set in historical times with kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, and the like. His friends were well aware of his obsession and recommended a book that had recently been making waves on social media. The book was titled My Charming Demon Lord. At first, Lee Wooyun was hesitant. Unlike the fantasies he usually read, which were often set in Western historical settings, this one was different. However, his friends assured him he would enjoy it. Not wanting to reject their gift, he decided to give it a try. That night, he found himself unable to put the book down, reading almost the entire thing in one sitting. "Those guys were right! It’s amazing! A Cinderella-like fairytale set in a murim/cultivation world? It’s too good!" He couldn't help but imagine how incredible it would be to take the female lead Han Seo-yoon’s place—starting from such a miserable beginning only to end up in the arms of the surprisingly sweet and gentle demon lord. I wish I could take her place. That night, as he drifted off to sleep, the book he had left open on his desk began to emit a golden glow. The pages flipped backward, returning to the very first chapter, and its contents began to change as well. The title My Charming Demon Lord pulsed with a piercing red light, and before Lee Wooyun could even react, his surroundings shifted. The next morning, instead of waking up wrapped in his expensive velvet duvet—the one he had spent hundreds of dollars on—he found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on a pile of hay and straw. His back ached horribly, like he had actually slept on a pile of hay and straw. "What in the world…?" he muttered, rubbing his sore muscles. "Where in the hell am I? And why does it smell like cow dung in here?!” *** This is the story of how a fantasy-genre enthusiast ended up inside one of the books he had wished for—without realizing just how dangerous that wish would be. "I guess it’s true what they say: Be careful what you wish for."

Jasmine Carter pressed her back against the cold stone wall, her breath shallow, her heart hammering violently in her chest. The dimly lit warehouse smelled of rust and old wood, the air thick with the scent of something far worse—blood. She barely dared to peek past the crates stacked beside her, their shadows swallowing her small frame. But the sounds... God, the sounds were enough to paint a vivid picture. Thud. A strangled cry followed—a raw, agonized sound that sent a shiver down her spine. Jasmine squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to stay silent. How many times had she heard that already? A weak, broken voice whimpered, “P-please… I-I’ll do anything. Just don't kill me I have a wife and kids". Silence stretched for a moment. Then, a voice—smooth, patient, almost kind. “Then start talking.” Jasmine knew that voice. The man standing in the middle of this bloodstained floor, the man coaxing information from his victim as if they were sharing pleasantries over dinner...That man was Lucas Salvatore. And she he was her crush

Mo Rao est née dans une famille de médecins militaires. Ses parents avaient risqué leur vie pour sauver la grand-mère de Fu Ying, alors cette dernière avait forcé Fu Ying à prendre Mo Rao pour épouse. Mo Rao savait toujours que Fu Ying avait une amoureuse de rêve nommée Qu Ru. Cette fille n'avait pas réussi à épouser Fu Ying comme elle le désirait parce que la grand-mère de Fu Ying les en avait empêchés. Après leur mariage, Fu Ying était très prévenant envers Mo Rao. Ils avaient même une grande compatibilité, en particulier au lit. Fu Ying se retrouvait toujours profondément plongé dans la tendresse de Mo Rao. Jusqu'au jour où, Fu Ying dit, « Qu Ru est revenue. Divorçons. Je transférerai la propriété que je t'ai promise à ton nom. » Mo Rao dit, « Ne pourrions-nous pas divorcer ? Et si... je suis enceinte... ? » Fu Ying répondit sans cœur, « Avorte-le ! Je ne veux plus d'obstacles entre Qu Ru et moi. De plus, Qu Ru a la leucémie, et ton moelle osseuse est compatible avec la sienne. Si tu es disposée à faire un don, je peux te promettre n'importe quoi. » Mo Rao dit, « Et si ma condition est que nous ne divorcions pas ? » Les yeux de Fu Ying se durcirent. « Mo Rao, ne sois pas trop gourmande. Même si je te promets quelque chose pour Qu Ru, tu sais très bien que je ne t'aime pas. » Les mots « je ne t'aime pas » poignardèrent le cœur de Mo Rao comme un couteau. Son sourire devint soudainement tordu et elle n'était plus la femme docile qu'elle avait été. « Fu Ying, c'est la première fois que tu me répulses autant. Tu me traites de cupide, mais n'es-tu pas pareil ? Tu veux que je divorce pour que tu puisses être avec Qu Ru ? D'accord, j'accepte. Mais tu rêves même que je la sauve ? N'oublie pas, on ne peut pas tout avoir dans la vie, comme toi et moi. » Puis Mo Rao s'en alla. Fu Ying se sentit réellement suffoquer, et ce sentiment le rendit fou. Lorsque Mo Rao réapparut, elle était devenue une étoile éblouissante. Quand elle se présenta devant Fu Ying, tenant la main de son nouveau beau, Fu Ying se moqua éperdument et dit, « Chérie, n'avais-tu pas dit que tu m'aimerais seulement ? » Mo Rao sourit légèrement. « Désolée, ex-mari. Je m'étais trompée à l'époque. Tu n'étais qu'un remplaçant. En fait, j'aime quelqu'un d'autre. »

Liang Weining rose to become a 'favorite' of Mr. Chen, the capital magnate of the Hong Kong Region, in just six months. The outside world said she climbed up by her beauty. No matter how good a vase might look, it can't escape being discarded once the owner grows tired of it. As such, everyone watched and waited. After three long years, they finally received news of Liang Weining's dismissal. While the entire upper circle thought Liang Weining had become history, nobody knew that on the eve of New Year's Eve, an entertainment reporter captured a romantic moment. In a black business car parked underneath the Zhonggang headquarters building, the backseat window was half-lowered, and Mr. Chen, who was always dignified and composed, unexpectedly lost control. In the mottled shadows, he grabbed the chin of a young girl and kissed her fiercely. The photos were exposed that same night, and a heavy snow fell over the Eastern Suburbs of Beijing. Inside the Mid-hill Villa, the fireplace blazed warmly. The man took the girl's soft, boneless hand from behind and guided her to write on the Xuan paper: Chen Jingyuan. "When will we go public?" he asked in a low voice. As soon as he'd finished speaking, the mobile phone screen lit up. The exclusive breaking news headline from the Hong Kong media flashed before their eyes again, and Liang Weining fretted over the news title, "Let's wait a bit longer." Chen Jingyuan's voice was slightly deep, "What are you worried about?" "My dad's blood pressure has been unstable lately." Years later, Mr. Chen gave an interview to the media, addressing personal issues. Reporter: "For you, what was the biggest obstacle in pursuing Mrs. Chen back then?" Mr. Chen paused for a few seconds, then smiled lightly, "My father-in-law's blood pressure." - High-ranking man X female secretary | 90% sweet | 8 years older.

« Je te laisserai être sur le dessus dès ce soir, s'il te plaît ne me divorce pas, chéri ! » ----- La vie de conte de fées d'Evelyn a volé en éclats lorsqu'un inconnu a fait irruption, prétendant être la véritable fille de la famille Wright avec des preuves. Ses privilèges enviés ? Envoyés aux oubliettes. Sa réputation immaculée ? Salie. Ses quatre ans de fiançailles ? Brutalement annulées. Mais la plus grande trahison venait de son père autrefois aimant, prêt à la marier pour régler une affaire commerciale – avec un homme deux fois son âge ! Tout le monde dans le cercle a assisté à ce mariage scandaleux, impatients d'assister à la chute de la prétendue fausse héritière. Pourtant, le point culminant n'était pas ce même Evelyn avait anticipé! Zevian Reign, le magnat le plus riche de la nation, connu pour être le fantasme de chaque femme et le cauchemar de tous ses rivaux, a fait une entrée spectaculaire. Son arrivée a stupéfié les invités, mais son souhait effronté fut encore plus surprenant ! Il a demandé avec désinvolture à remplacer le marié et à épouser la magnifique mariée. Personne n'a osé contester, ni n'a eu le courage de lui désobéir. Ils n'avaient d'autre choix que d'assister au mariage. Et c'était l'heure pour Evelyn de sourire en coin, car elle était désormais la femme du diable. Et tous ceux qui l'avaient ruinée, ils paieraient au centuple ! ++++ [Extrait] « Pourquoi larguerais-je mon mari pour un perdant ? » Evelyn rigola en croisant les bras avec défi. « Il est meilleur que lui dans tous les aspects. » Son regard se porta sur son ex-fiancé, non loin de là, et elle continua avec un sourire en coin, « En fait, beaucoup mieux au lit. » Alors que le visage d'Annabelle rougissait de dégoût, Evelyn lui tapota le dos et se pencha pour asséner une autre gifle. « Alors, bonne chance avec lécher mes restes, chère demi-sœur. Il est parfait pour toi. »

Valérie, la fille de l'Alpha assassiné de la Meute de la Pierre Jaune, ne pouvait jamais diriger la meute car elle avait un loup Luna. Son compagnon, Tristan, fut désigné Alpha à sa place. Après avoir assumé le titre d'Alpha, Valérie fut piégée et brutalement rejetée, non seulement par Tristan mais aussi par toute sa meute, et sa petite sœur, Scarlet, avec laquelle Tristan avait des liaisons secrètes. « Je rejette Luna Valérie comme ma compagne. Elle a été surprise au lit avec un étranger, ce qui signifie qu'elle trahirait la meute. La punition pour la trahison est la mort », annonça sans cœur l'Alpha Tristan. Les chants des membres de la meute et des Alphas visiteurs venus pour la conférence des Alphas les attirèrent vers le jugement. Personne ne s'attendait à ce que l'Alpha Denzel, dont le nom faisait dresser les poils sur leur peau en raison de sa cruauté, se rende à la conférence. Valérie trouva de l'espoir lorsqu'elle réalisa qu'Alpha Denzel était son compagnon de seconde chance, mais elle fut douloureusement rejetée une fois de plus. Le double rejet la conduisit à perdre son loup, et elle fut condamnée à mourir par tous les Alphas présents. Elle pensait que son sort était scellé lorsque l'Alpha Denzel partit et qu'un guerrier était prêt à l'exécuter. Tout le monde fut choqué lorsque soudain, l'Alpha Denzel se retourna. « Arrêtez ! La fille traîtresse d'un Alpha défunt ne doit pas être tuée. Plus de souffrances l'attendent », déclara-t-il. Le cœur de Valérie chuta lorsqu'elle vit son regard sombre, qui était comme un gouffre sans fond, alors qu'elle s'évanouissait d'épuisement. Quelques mois plus tard, une guerre éclata entre les Alphas alors qu'ils commençaient à revendiquer la Luna rejetée deux fois. Avec son loup mort, la déesse lunaire aura-t-elle la grâce de lui en donner un autre ? Et quel Alpha sera capable de faire fondre son cœur désormais glacé ?

« Qui es-tu ? » Je me suis réveillée d'un sursaut, désorientée et endolorie de partout. Un corps masculin lourd était allongé à côté de moi --- nous étions tous les deux nus, à l'exception d'un drap couvrant nos corps. Je recherchais dans ma mémoire les événements de la nuit précédente, essayant de comprendre comment j'avais atterri ici tout en tentant d'enrouler le drap autour de mon corps. Je me suis arrêtée en me rendant compte que je laisserais mon compagnon de lit totalement dénudé. Je me suis souvenue m'être répétée sans cesse : « Je suis ta compagne ! » Je me suis dégagée doucement du lit à la recherche de vêtements. J'ai essayé d'être aussi silencieuse que possible pour ne pas réveiller l'étranger. Son parfum était partout sur moi, sur tout en fait. Riche et masculin, chaque fois que je respirais, j'avais l'impression d'être enveloppée par la forêt avec des notes de bois et une épice chaude que je ne pouvais nommer. Je voulais ramper à nouveau dans le lit à côté de lui et ne jamais partir. Ma louve, Rayne, grognait dans ma tête : « Nous ne devrions pas partir ! C'est notre compagnon ! »

Su Wan married the man she had loved for ten years with a heart full of joy. On their wedding night, however, he said to her, "Su Wan, you've been given the status of Mrs. Xu. All you need to do is fulfill your duties. The only things you can get from me are power and money, nothing else." Su Wan, holding a sincere heart as if it were red-hot coal, wanted to tell him that she had secretly loved him for many years. But before she could give away her true feelings, they were thrown to the ground and shattered. Everyone thought that Su Wan must be very happy to marry A city's most noble man, Gu Nanzhou. Even Su Wan herself thought so. But that was just what she thought. Until one day, Su Wan realized that no matter what she did, she could not warm Gu Nanzhou's indifferent heart, and she no longer hoped to gain his love. She chose to leave, to set each other free, leaving only a divorce agreement behind. Everyone knew that Gu Nanzhou had no feelings for Su Wan and that marrying her was merely a reluctant decision. On the day of their divorce, his friends celebrated for him. In the lively atmosphere of the private room, the cold yet noble man didn't utter a word. With his legs crossed and fingertips glowing with a scarlet light, his expression was obscured by the swirling smoke, his mood impenetrable to others. And nobody knew that after Su Wan left, there were countless sleepless nights when Gu Nanzhou sat in her room, his fingers holding the divorce agreement turning white with tension. Later, at a banquet, Gu Nanzhou cornered Su Wan in a dimly lit corner. The man's eyes were slightly red, his voice low and hoarse, his usually indifferent and serene face now showing an unprecedented disarray, almost begging the person in his arms. "Wanwan, please don't divorce me, okay?"

(18+) "S'il vous plaît docteur, baisez-moi s'il vous plaît". supplia Ann. Ses mains étaient menottées en dessous de ses genoux, ce qui faisait que ses jambes étaient suspendues en l'air. Marcus observait son sexe largement ouvert devant ses yeux affamés. Son sexe se durcissait et cherchait à se libérer de son pantalon, mais il tentait de réprimer son envie alors qu'il fixait son entrée humide et pleine de désir. "S'il vous plaît touchez-moi docteur, s'il vous plaît touchez-moi là docteur, ça fait tellement maaaaal...". supplia Ann, elle essayait de toucher son sexe mais les menottes autour de ses poignets l'en empêchaient. Marcus esquissa un sourire en coin, il se dirigea vers le lit óù elle était positionnée à l'extrémité du lit et s'accroupit. Son visage était face à son sexe gonflé alors qu'il maintenait un contact visuel direct avec son entrée dégoulinante d'humidité. CECI N'EST QUE LE DÉBUT DU "Le Docteur du Sexe" VOULEZ-VOUS LIRE LA SUITE ??? VEUILLEZ CONTINUER...

Darkness. There was at first a period of absolute darkness, before there was light. But what if, in another realm far removed from this one, There was light before darkness. Eternal darkness, only lit up by the crimson eyes of monsters hidden within the night. The great disaster, it was called. No-one knew how it happened. Who cared? The world had ended, before it truly began. And now in a dark, splintered universe, a race of sentient bipeds struggles to survive. A race of proud hairless monkeys. A race...of humans.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “Tell you what, Richard? What would you have done?” “I don’t know. Apologized sooner? Bought you a burger to make up for it?” Her eyes lit up with fire, “You think what you did to me… you think a burger can make up for it?” her eyes twinkled like she was fighting tears. Did I hurt her that badly? I was just a foolish teenager. “Nita, I am sorry. I was young, I was stupid. I wish I could take it all back and tell you how I feel instead of being a constant jerk to gain your attention.” “How did you feel that would justify what you did to me?” I paused for a minute, finding the words. “I had a huge crush on you at the time. And I didn’t know how to express myself. I was full of myself, I was the school’s ladies' man and the one girl I had eyes for didn’t even care if I existed,”  “And that justified what you did to me? Richard, you broke me. I can forgive you for ‘accidentally’ spilling your ice cream on me, or throwing my due assignment in the toilet, or the gum in my hair, or the glue in my chair but tell me how can I forgive you for what you did that night? Tell me!” “What night? Nita, what are you talking about?” “Remember when you asked me if I knew who sexually assaulted me?” I nodded, but what does that have to do with anything?  The more we spoke, the more confused I became. “You did and I cannot believe that you would stand there and pretend like it didn’t happen!” Nita has spent years trying to forget the torment she endured at the hands of Richard. When her family’s financial ruin forces her into an arranged marriage, she is horrified to find out the groom himself was her bully. Richard, a charming and successful businessman meets the first woman to be repulsed by him. Intrigued, he proposes a deal of a one year marriage of convenience. Navigating life as a couple, old wounds reopen, buried memories surface. As Richard learns more about his wife, he finds that he has enemies that followed him from his past to continuously cloud his wife’s judgement. Will Nita believe the truth and bury old wounds or will the pain of the past prove too strong to heal?

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.