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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?

In the Hills of Tlangthar in Xiaxo, Larin and his friends find themselves in the middle of an epoch changing event. With colonizing powers keeping them in control, the hills are slowly shaking off the shackles of the Kirat Empire. Accompany Larin, a young apprentice magi, as he traverses the world of Sinlung. A webnovel about colonialism and resistance, philosophy and politics. Updates at least once a day, twice on a good day and five when the momentum catches up. Game Lit RPG Politics and intrique Magic and philosophies about them

En tant que princesse incapable de manier la magie, la seule valeur de la Princesse Daphné pour son royaume résidait dans son mariage arrangé. La tâche était simple, mais quand Daphné fut kidnappée et emmenée dans les froides montagnes de Vramid, elle réalisa qu'elle était dépassée par les événements. Elle avait déjà entendu parler de ces montagnes maudites auparavant - un terrain rocheux, des températures glaciales, et une terre gouvernée par un homme que beaucoup craignaient sur le continent. Le Roi Atticus Heinvres, le souverain assoiffé de sang du Nord. Bien qu'elle ne l'ait jamais rencontré auparavant, des histoires sur la cruauté du Roi Atticus étaient répandues. Certains disaient qu'il était un monstre, d'autres prétendaient qu'il était le diable en personne, mais peu importe l'histoire, tout le monde connaissait l'homme qui possédait des pouvoirs au-delà de l'imagination de tous. Il pouvait renverser des armées et ruiner des royaumes d'un simple geste de la main, aidé par ce que d'autres disaient être un anneau d'obsidienne maudit. Personne en dehors de Vramid n'avait jamais rencontré le redoutable roi auparavant. Jusqu'à Daphné. Cependant, en rencontrant l'impressionnant monarque, Daphné découvrit que le roi pourrait ne pas vraiment être le monstre que les autres prétendaient qu'il était. En fait, ce qui était caché sous ce bouclier d'obsidienne pourrait juste être un diamant brut. ― [Extrait] « Alors... où devrais-je vous mettre tous les deux ? » demanda-t-il nonchalamment, sans attendre de réponse. « C'est regrettable de n'avoir qu'un seul lustre. » « Sous mon lit ? Non, non, trop sale. Mes moutons de poussière ne méritent pas cela, » réfléchit Atticus à voix haute. « La cheminée ? Et la table de toilette ? Je suppose que si je coupe la tête de l'un d'entre vous, je pourrais l'accrocher au-dessus de... Ma femme, quelle tête veux-tu fixer du regard pendant que tu te coiffes ? » « Atticus ! » cria Daphné. « Je ne veux aucune tête ! Laisse-les partir. » « Très bien. » Atticus haussa les épaules et claqua des doigts. Il y eut deux craquements identiques alors que les deux cous se brisèrent simultanément. Daphné poussa un cri d'horreur. Cet homme, son mari, venait de tuer deux hommes d'un claquement de doigts, comme s'il éteignait des bougies. « Je t'avais dit de les laisser partir ! » cria Daphné. « Oui, je les ai laissés partir, » dit Atticus. Puis, ses yeux s'assombrirent. « Pour recevoir le jugement divin des cieux. » ― Serveur Discord : https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU

``` (Contenu mature R-18+ Contient du gore, pas de drame de la seconde femme ou de viol.) Mon amour ne connaît ni fin, ni raison ni tort. Car quand j'aime je veux que tu sois à moi autant que je suis à toi - Angelina Bhardawaj ~~~~~~ "Je t'ai dit que je voulais te détruire," dit-il en lui tenant la mâchoire tout en la plaquant contre le mur. "Et tu as déjà assez fait. Maintenant je m'en vais," répondit-elle sèchement. "Tu n'as pas compris ce que je veux dire, Princesse," ricana-t-il froidement. "Quand je dis que je veux te détruire, je veux te lier à mon lit et te remplir jusqu'à ce que ton parfum se confonde avec moi et que chaque putain de personne dans ce monde sache qui tu es... Que tu es putain de à moi !" Il la heurta contre le mur, l'embrassant passionnément. ~~~~~~ Elliana Heart, la fille illégitime du Roi de Cité Lune Cœur avec la lignée des chasseurs, ne veut qu'une chose dans sa vie ; connaître et rencontrer sa mère biologique. Innocente et magnifique, Elliana est souvent la victime des complots de sa belle-mère et sa demi-sœur. Sébastien Marino, le tristement célèbre Prince Vampire masqué, n'a connu que la haine de tous ceux qui l'entourent. Tout le monde le craint puisqu'il possède un pouvoir incommensurable. Après avoir purgé un an de prison à la place de sa demi-sœur, Elliana est surprise d'être libérée sous caution. Cependant, sa joie est de courte durée lorsqu'elle découvre qu'elle doit épouser le prince vampire à la place de sa demi-sœur. Elliana ne sait rien des vampires, et Sebastien déteste tout ce qui a trait à ces humains maléfiques. Que fera-t-elle lorsqu'elle épousera le monstre notoire du monde obscur qui prend et chasse sans pitié ? "N'es-tu pas curieuse de savoir à quoi je ressemble ?" Il lui prit le menton douloureusement. "Montre-moi ton visage quand tu auras confiance en moi," sourit-elle doucement. 'Cela n'arrivera jamais,' pensa Sébastien. Pour lui, elle n'était rien de plus qu'un outil pour se venger des humains. Pour elle, il était plus que tout ce qu'elle avait vu, même plus que la vérité de son existence. Il existe une puissance encore plus grande et plus puissante que tout, et cette puissance s'appelle le destin. Seront-ils capables de combattre leur destin pour rester ensemble ou y succomberont-ils et tout perdre ? L'histoire de la plus mortelle des sorcières déguisée en humaine et du prince prodige le plus dangereux qui survit grâce au sang de vampire. Avertissement - Le livre est construit autour du monde magique et de la pure fantaisie. La romance vous donnera des papillons dans l'estomac tandis que certaines scènes pourraient vous faire remettre en question la rationalité autour de l'amour. Les 50 premiers chapitres construiront le monde autour du livre. Je promets, si vous restez, vous allez adorer le livre, à moins que ce ne soit pas votre genre. ~~~~~~ Suivez-moi sur mes réseaux sociaux. Facebook - Auteure Angelina Bhardawaj Instagram - @angelinabhardawaj ```

DISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE ********************************** “You summoned me. Explain why.” “I—uh—” she stammered, her brain fumbling for words as her hands clutched the edge of her blanket, gripping it like it was a shield. “I didn’t mean to? I mean, I did the ritual, but I thought it was fake! I wasn’t expecting… you.” His sharp brow arched, the faintest flicker of irritation crossing his face. “You tampered with powers beyond your understanding for amusement?” “Well, when you put it like that…” she muttered under her breath, the sarcasm slipping out before she could stop it. His eyes narrowed, and her skin prickled under the intensity of his gaze. “You mortals truly have no respect for divine law. Or common sense.” “I wasn’t trying to disrespect anything!” she shot back, the pitch of her voice rising with her nerves. “I was just… having a bad day. It was supposed to be harmless fun. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” “You didn’t,” he replied coldly, the words slicing through her feeble excuses like a blade. “And yet here I am. Bound to your foolishness.” Aurelia opened her mouth to argue, but what could she even say? “Sorry for summoning you” didn’t exactly seem like an appropriate response. Instead, she snapped her jaw shut, her fingers twisting in the blanket as her mind scrambled for a solution she didn’t have. Hades began pacing the room like a caged predator, his dark cloak trailing behind him, “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Summoning a god…. summoning me is a violation of cosmic balance.” “Okay, I get it,” she said, the words spilling out in a rush. “Huge mistake. I’m sorry. But I didn’t mean to meddle! I don’t even know how I did it!” He stopped mid-stride, turning his piercing gaze on her once more. “The ritual you performed is ancient. Forbidden. No mortal should even possess the knowledge.” “I found it in an old grimoire,” she blurted out, desperate to explain. “At some random antique shop. It wasn’t like I planned this! It was just sitting there in a dusty box labeled ‘Summoning the Underworld.’ I thought it was some kind of gimmick. A joke!” “A joke,” he repeated. “You tampered with powers older than your species… for a joke?” “Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting results,” she said defensively. “I lit some candles, said some words, spilled a little wine—and poof! Nothing happened. It was just—” “You spilled wine?” he interrupted, his eyes narrowing further. “Yes, wine! The instructions said blood, but I wasn’t about to start cutting myself for a prank. I figured it didn’t matter. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” Hades let out a sound that could have been a laugh, though it was devoid of humor. “And yet, here I stand, summoned by a mortal who substituted sacrificial blood with wine.” ********************************** When Aurelia stumbles upon an ancient summoning ritual and performs it out of curiosity, she unknowingly binds herself to Hades, the brooding King of the Underworld. Marked by their connection, she’s thrust into a world of gods and immortals where she doesn’t belong and where her heart becomes her greatest weakness. As Aurelia navigates the pain of unrequited emotions and the perilous politics of the divine, she uncovers the truth behind the mark she bears a power that could tip the scales of fate itself. With gods, love, and destiny at war, Aurelia must decide whether to embrace the bond that has chained her to Hades or break free from a world that was never meant for her.

Au cœur d'un volcan, le palais féerique mécanique laissé par les anciens aspirait à un successeur. La mère s'est sacrifiée pour obtenir le sceau du trésor du palais féerique, le confiant à Ning Zhuo sur son lit de mort. Sceau du Cœur du Démon de Bouddha ! Pour s'offrir à l'illumination, et livrer les autres à la démonisation. Le porteur du sceau, en gravant légèrement le Sceau du Cœur du Démon, pouvait contrôler les mécanismes comme s'ils étaient des plumes. Tandis que d'autres l'utilisaient, épuisés en esprit et alourdis en esprit ; Ning Zhuo pouvait le commander avec aisance, léger et gracieux comme dans une danse. Ning Zhuo dit, "Mère, votre enfant réalisera sûrement votre confiance et revendiquera ce palais féerique !" En effet : La rencontre fortuite avec un secret vif, où la compétence se mêle à la logique suprême. Des univers s'ouvrent à de nouveaux royaumes, où la beauté naturelle rivalise avec les cieux. Les cloches anciennes transmettent la loi, dansant sous l'éclat pur de la lune. Avec la véritable forme incarnant une myriade de choses, qui dans le monde pourrait rivaliser !

``` Emily Molson, assistante personnelle de Derek Haven, PDG du Groupe Haven, fait des cauchemars toutes les nuits, qui l'empêchent de bien se reposer. D'un autre côté, Derek Haven a de la chance s'il parvient à dormir un peu. Les deux travaillent étroitement ensemble mais n'ont aucune idée qu'ils partagent le même problème. Puis, une nuit, ils se retrouvent au lit ensemble et un miracle se produit. ```

Il tomba amoureux de ses rares yeux violets. Puis, il pensa à la posséder entièrement. ------ Cette nuit-là, la délicate femme aux yeux violets, vêtue d'une robe de mariée, était assise sur leur lit tandis que son mari l'observait avec un sourire en coin. "Alors", dit-il d'une voix traînante, mauvaise et magnétique, "je ne peux pas voir le visage de mon épouse même la nuit de nos noces ?" "Votre Majesté a promis d’exaucer mon unique souhait", remarqua la femme, fixant le voile qui couvrait la moitié inférieure de son visage avec des mains légèrement tremblantes. Il plongea son regard dans ses mystérieux et rares yeux violets. "Puis-je demander pourquoi un tel souhait ?" Elle le regarda en retour. "Votre Majesté pourrait ne pas aimer voir des choses laides." Il afficha un sourire narquois et s'avança vers elle. "Mais, je n'ai jamais eu de penchant pour les jolies choses." ------ Seren, la fille infâme de la sorcière, et Drayce, le fils impitoyable et vicieux du Diable. Personne n'avait jamais vu son visage puisque les sorcières sont censées être laides, mais il était celui qui n'a jamais cherché la beauté. Elle était maudite pour ne jamais tomber amoureuse, mais lui souhaitait être le seul homme qu'elle aimerait jamais. Une princesse maudite mariée au fils du diable pour détruire son royaume, mais le fils du diable avait un autre plan pour elle. Le secret de sa naissance ne sera révélé que pour montrer la voie afin de libérer les pouvoirs cachés en elle que personne ne peut contrôler. Avec les dangers cachés convoitant son pouvoir, Drayce et Seren peuvent-ils se protéger mutuellement ou les ténèbres les engloutiront-ils tout entiers ? ------ Ceci est le premier livre de la série "Diable et Sorcière". Livre un - La Fille de la sorcière et le Fils du diable. Livre deux - La Sorcière Maudite du Diable. Livre trois - La Fiancée du Diable. Tous les livres sont reliés entre eux mais vous pouvez les lire de manière indépendante. ------ Instagram- mynovel.20 Discord - Donné dans les chapitres Groupe FB- les romans de mynovel20

Sam Foster, the CEO of a multimillion-dollar fashion brand, has it all—money, fame, power, and influence. Yet, despite his success, he feels empty inside. A man every woman desires, he remains profoundly lonely. Frustrated by the emptiness of his life, he decides to take a break from his hectic world. On a whim, Sam boards an unknown bus, leading him to an unfamiliar town. As night falls, he wanders the quiet streets and stumbles upon a dimly lit library. Intrigued, he steps inside to find some solace in a book. While flipping through the pages, he discovers a letter hidden within. Captivated, Sam feels compelled to respond, and in doing so, begins an unexpected journey that could change his life forever. Join Sam in this tale of mystery, self-discovery, and romance, where one simple letter might hold the key to finding the love and meaning he’s been searching for.

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: [13 P.M GMT+8 Time!] OR [16 P.M GMT+8 Time!] If there comes an extra chapter, it would be released at: [00:00 GMT+8 TIME!]

**"In the neon-lit streets of Tokyo, two broken souls collide. Haruki, a reclusive artist haunted by his past, has built walls so high that even the light struggles to reach him. Aoi, an optimistic yet scarred young woman, carries her own quiet pain but refuses to let it dim her warmth. When their paths intertwine, they embark on an emotional journey of love, sacrifice, and healing. But as secrets unfold and shadows from Haruki's past resurface, their fragile bond is tested in ways neither could have imagined. In a world where light and darkness coexist, can love truly save a heart that is determined to self-destruct? A Love Written in Tears is a poignant tale of unspoken words, fleeting moments, and a love so tragic that it leaves scars long after the final page."

In the bustling city of Verenthia, where the clang of swords and the murmur of betrayal filled the air, two rival families stood at the brink of destruction. The Arlan and the Vesperis, once united by friendship, had descended into a bitter rivalry that echoed through generations, staining their history with blood and resentment. Amidst this chaos, a chance encounter unfolded under a sky lit by a thousand stars. Elysia, the carefree daughter of the Arlan clan, yearned for freedom beyond the constraints of her family's expectations. Across the city, Layton, the bold son of the Vesperis, was driven by a desire to reclaim his family's honor. When their eyes met at the annual festival, time seemed to still, and the world around them faded. Drawn together by an inexplicable force, they shared stolen moments and whispered dreams, crafting a bond that defied the hatred of their kin. In a city where love was a forbidden fruit, their hearts dared to reach for the impossible. Yet, as the stars twinkled overhead, they knew the path ahead was fraught with danger and heartache.

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?

"Oga kpata kpata! Oga no na isisi! Oga no n' enu!" He greeted his boss who was sitted in the dimly lit spacious office with his back turned to him. "What's new?" The Boss answered with a cold emotionless voice. The smoke from his pipe engulfing the room. "The Alaye don show, he just touch down Chinua Achebe Airspace." The fellow answered, he being part of the activity his boss engaged in didn't flinch at the sight or breathe of the atmosphere almost two inches thick which he stood in the midst of, firm like an Iroko ready to wait on his boss' command. "Interesting! Get her to keep an eye on him, you, keep an eye on them..." And as he spun himself on the swivel to face him, he asked, "Is that clear?" "I dey for you Oga m, I dey for you, asap!" He replied with a slight bow. With a wave of one of his palms, both hands were now rested on the table, he dismisses him. He left with a bow and a final greeting as another guard armed with only a pistol hails the boss and proceeds to shut the door behind him. The boss spun himself repeatedly and when he had finally settled, he smirked as he released puffs of cloud from his nostrils...

In a distant day, in the heart of an ancient kingdom, a child was born on a cloudy day, as winds howled through the trees, as if nature itself sensed his arrival. There was a remote village on the outskirts of the kingdom where this child, named Malik, was born. It was a rare moment, the hour of sunset, shrouded in a light gray mist, a birth that carried with it both hope and fear. His mother, Fatimah, lay on her wooden bed in a small, old cottage, breathing heavily from the pain. Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with worry, but she did not cease praying. “Oh my God, protect him, and grant him a great future.” But in those moments, as the world seemed still, there was something unusual surrounding this birth. There were secrets hidden in the folds of darkness, and although Malik’s family had been forgotten by memory, his birth was the beginning of a new chapter, a chapter entwined with both light and shadow, leading to a destiny unknown to all. As the orange sky first lit up, Malik took his first breath, but this was not the final chapter of his story; it was merely the beginning.

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

In a world where medieval castles stand alongside neon-lit cyberpunk cityscapes, two young souls embark on a journey that will test the limits of hope in the darkest of times. Daglan and Rozeree, adopted siblings with intertwined fates, set out across a continent teeming with diverse races and conflicting technologies. As they grow from innocent children to battle-hardened teenagers, their paths diverge but remain connected by the shadows of their past. Rozeree, haunted by trauma she can't escape, seeks to forge her own identity in a world that seems determined to define her. Meanwhile, Daglan is driven by a singular purpose: to avenge his parents' murder and rescue his long-lost sister from the clutches of darkness. But in this realm where swords clash with holograms and magic mingles with machinery, nothing is as simple as it seems. As Daglan closes in on his parents' killer, he must confront not only the demons of his past but also the harsh realities of a world where hope struggles to survive. Will Daglan find justice and redemption? Can Rozeree outrun her demons and claim her own destiny? Or will the darkness that threatens to consume them both prove too powerful to overcome? Dive into this dark fantasy where medieval lore collides with futuristic innovation, and discover whether the flame of hope can truly endure in the face of unimaginable adversity.

Gu Shan had always been into girls. Being a lucky guy,he was handsome,rich, intelligent and most importantly had a girlfriend of his choice. His first misfortune in his life was finding his girlfriend in bed with another man. Out of anger he allowed himself to explore something else by getting involved sexually with Li Yunxi the same man his girlfriend had cheated with. What was supposed to be one time thing with no strings attached developed into something lasting and truthful when fate brought Gu Shan and Li Yunxi together . ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Yunxi...um,"Gu Shan moaned gasping for breath. "I prefer it when you call me Yunxi gege,"Li Yunxi spoke lowering his voice to a sexy timbre dragging the syllables sexily. "When did you become so bossy?"Gu Shan teased him. "Call me Yunxi gege,"Li Yunxi insisted in his sexy voice. "Okay as you wish. Yunxi gege,"Gu Shan said sexily,his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment but Li Yunxi could barely notice it in the dimly lit background. Gu Shan still couldn't believe he would submit to another man and be completely smitten with him.

La vie de Rain Clayton prend un tournant inattendu lorsqu'elle détruit la voiture de son petit ami infidèle, seulement pour découvrir qu'elle n'appartient pas à lui—elle est celle d'un inconnu. Pis encore, elle découvre par accident qu'elle est mariée à cet inconnu, nul autre qu'Alexandre Lancaster, le Vice-Président reclus et PDG du puissant Groupe Lancaster. Élevée dans une famille qui la maltraitait et maintenant sous la pression de son père pour épouser le fils psychopathe du maire, Rain voit ce mariage surprise comme une bénédiction déguisée. Après des années de souffrance, il semble que les cieux aient enfin pris pitié d'elle, lui offrant un mari milliardaire séduisant—un homme impitoyable envers ses ennemis et exactement ce dont elle a besoin pour échapper aux griffes de sa famille. Mais il y a un gros problème : Alexandre veut un divorce immédiat. Déterminée à le garder, Rain conclut un marché pour prolonger leur mariage, selon ses conditions. Maintenant, tout ce qu'elle a à faire, c'est le convaincre de la garder pour toujours... Quelques semaines ont passé depuis leur mariage surprise… « Que fais-tu ? » s'exclama Rain, les yeux écarquillés alors qu'elle observait Alexandre ramper sur son lit. « J'accomplis mes devoirs de mari, » répondit-il avec un sourire narquois. « Tu ne peux pas dormir ici ! C'est contraire à notre contrat ! » « Je ne le viole pas, » dit Alexandre en haussant les épaules. « Le contrat spécifie que tu rempliras tous les devoirs d'épouse, sauf partager mon lit. Il ne dit rien concernant le fait que je ne puisse pas accomplir les devoirs de mari, y compris partager ton lit. » La situation avait basculé, et on dirait qu'elle n'était plus la seule à avoir le contrôle...

Se réveiller d'un coma était le moindre des soucis de Serena lorsqu'elle découvre qu'elle est mariée ! Elle ne se souvient pas de qui elle est. Ses parents complotent pour la tuer. Que fait une jeune femme dans une telle situation ? Elle piège son séduisant mari riche, évidemment ! Serena ne le laissera pas partir jusqu'à ce qu'elle découvre la vérité. Aiden Hawk s'est marié par convenance. Faisant l'objet de chantage par sa grand-mère, il a concocté le plan parfait. Épouser une femme à l'article de la mort et jouer le rôle de son amant endeuillé. Lorsqu'elle décéderait, il serait libre de faire ce qui lui plairait ! Mais à la surprise de tous, elle est revenue à la vie ! De plus, elle s'accroche à lui comme de la colle ! Leur mariage accidentel fonctionnera-t-il ou seront-ils séparés pour toujours ? *Crédits photo : Queenfrieza Extrait : Ses yeux s'écarquillèrent de choc lorsqu'il s'approcha pour verrouiller la porte de la chambre d'hôpital avec un clic. "Que fais-tu ?" demanda-t-elle d'une voix tremblante. Elle n'aimait pas l'expression sur son visage. Il haussa un sourcil et esquissa un sourire en coin. "Que penses-tu que je fasse ?" "Pourquoi... pourquoi as-tu verrouillé la porte ?" "Mon épouse... Tu t'es réveillée après si longtemps. Bien sûr, je dois passer un moment avec toi sans être dérangé..." Serena le regardait alors qu'il s'approchait d'elle, sa présence semblant remplir la pièce. Son cœur menaçait presque de sortir de sa poitrine... Elle voulait sauter du lit mais ses jambes étaient inertes et elle n'avait pas de force...

Rong Shengsheng était horriblement persécutée par ses sœurs jumelles et jetée dans les profondeurs insondables de l'océan, suspendue à un fil entre la vie et la mort. Cinq ans plus tard, elle faisait un retour triomphal avec son adorable enfant. Le jour, elle était une modeste et peu attirante femme de ménage dans la société. La nuit, elle était une danseuse séduisante qui bouleversait le monde, pour laquelle les jeunes hommes riches de Pékin gaspillaient leur fortune. Cependant, Rong Shengsheng s'était accidentellement mis à dos le froid et impitoyable—Li Hanxian. Une nuit profonde, Li Hanxian enfonça la porte avec une nuée de gardes du corps, la coinça contre le coin du lit, sa voix profonde et glacée, "Qui t'a donné la permission d'avoir secrètement mon enfant?" Rong Shengsheng était mal à l'aise, "Que veux-tu ?" L'homme esquissa un sourire, sortit une éblouissante bague en diamant, s'agenouilla sur un genou, "Évidemment, c'est pour me marier avec moi."

"Who am I?" The question hits me like a frying pan to the face as I wake up in a dimly lit shed that reeks of mildew and regret. My memory? Wiped cleaner than a crime scene. My composure? Currently MIA. Replacing it? A delightful cocktail of terror and existential dread, shaken, not stirred. The shed is a Pinterest fail of nightmares: blood dripping from the ceiling (artsy, really), creepy symbols etched into the walls (probably cursed), and a general vibe that screams you’re not supposed to be here. And let’s not forget the cherry on top—the suffocating feeling of being watched. Lovely. Every instinct I have is shouting, Get out now! But where exactly am I supposed to go? The walls are practically breathing, humming like they know all my secrets, which is impressive considering I don’t even know them myself. No name, no memories, no idea what fresh hell this is—just me, my rising panic, and the unsettling realization that survival might not even be the point. But hey, when the alternative is becoming wall graffiti for a haunted shed, I guess I don’t have much of a choice.

In Lumina City, where neon-lit skyscrapers pierce the clouds and fortunes are made or lost in a heartbeat, Kaito Renji is a nobody. But when a mysterious golden coin unlocks The Perks—a system only he can see—his life changes forever. With The Perks, Kaito can manipulate money, transform his body, and buy influence in the city’s cutthroat political arena. From a broke high schooler to a billionaire mogul, his rise is unstoppable. Yet, as his wealth and power grow, so does the mystery surrounding him. Who is Kaito Renji? Where did The Perks come from? And why do the city’s shadowy elites watch his every move with a mix of awe and suspicion? In a world where money rules and secrets are the ultimate currency, Kaito must navigate a web of intrigue, danger, and hidden agendas

"Sur le lit." Mon nouveau maître, l'Alpha de Drogomor, ordonna. Je marchais vers le lit, nue, honteuse et remplie de larmes. J'étais sur le point de perdre ma virginité, mais cela ne signifiait rien pour l'homme qui allait me la prendre. *** Je suis Rosalie, 20 ans, vendue au plus terrifiant des alphas par mon propre père. "Tu n'es rien pour moi, juste une reproductrice." dit-il cruellement. J'avais depuis longtemps compris que mon amour pour lui était désespéré et idiot. Cependant, j'étais naïve de penser que c'était la fin de l'histoire. Une fois le bébé né, je serai mise à mort. *** Les gens pensaient que j'étais morte, mais j'ai survécu. "C'est toi !" Il saisit ma main, et ses yeux étaient remplis d'émotions que je ne pouvais comprendre. "Reviens à moi, Rosalie." "Désolée." Je le regardai calmement, "mais je pense que vous vous êtes trompé de personne."

Alex grapples with a profound existential crisis. Secluded in their dimly lit room, Alex reflects on a disquieting shift in their inner world. Once brimming with contemplation, their thoughts have now dissipated, leaving them feeling unnervingly empty and disconnected. As they wrestle with the unsettling absence of their mental depth, Alex confronts a paradoxical sense of peace and emptiness, revealing the fragile boundary between overthinking and a numb, disembodied existence. Through poignant introspection and a hauntingly quiet setting, the novel explores themes of identity, consciousness, and the essence of self. (These events were real)

Dean Wycliff and Eloise Anette Chereena. Their names are like a beautiful symphony, woven into a sweet high school love story. Everyone envies their togetherness, with laughter that always decorates their days. They are like two perfect puzzle pieces, complementing and strengthening each other. However, life does not always go straight. After graduating from high school, their dreams and ambitions took them on different paths. Eloise, with her charming artistic talent, was accepted into a renowned design college in Turkey. While Dean, with his ambitions in technology, decided to stay in the United States. The separation felt so bitter, like a nightmare come true. Dean felt lonely. The house that used to be filled with Eloise's laughter now felt empty. Thousands of miles separated them, stretching between hope and longing. He spent his nights on video calls, trying to fill the gaping void in his heart. However, a glimmer of new happiness came into his life. Olivia Rosalind, a smart and charming architecture student, began to meet him often on campus. Olivia has a charming smile and a bright aura. Dean's friends even started to match them up. However, Dean's heart was still attached to Eloise. He was not interested in Olivia's charm, even though the girl repeatedly tried to approach him. In Turkey, Eloise's life was no less winding. She found a world of design that was so enchanting, full of color and creativity. In the midst of the hustle and bustle of campus, she met Deniz Ansel Ghaziy, a handsome and talented design student. Deniz had a charisma that was hard to resist. He was always there for Eloise, helping her with her college assignments and keeping her company. Every night, Eloise stared at the Istanbul sky lit by stars. She thought of Dean, his smile, his crisp laughter, and all the beautiful memories they had shared. She tried to remember their promise to be faithful, the promise to never give up on their love. But she felt a tremor every time her eyes met Deniz's.

Elara, a young painter known for her extraordinary talent and calm demeanor, stumbles upon a mysterious crystal orb while shopping with her vibrant best friend, Sienna. Drawn to its otherworldly beauty, she takes it home, intending to create a masterpiece for her upcoming art auction. But as she finishes her sketch, the orb unleashes a surge of light and transports her into a breathtaking world she thought only existed in her imagination—a realm of shimmering crystal forests, star-lit lakes, and magical secrets.

[DROPPED] My name is [REDACTED]. I was just a normal, job-seeking guy who had just finished his undergraduate study and was hopeful of becoming a useful member of society. However, the job market in this current economy was quite harsh, and competition was at an all-time high. Thus... I remained unemployed for almost half a year. As usual, I was on a job hunting spree, hoping to finally find or land a job that would hire the poor me. However, fate had other plans for me... and I died, getting run over by a large truck. I thought I was dead, but... I soon woke up inside a test tube, surrounded by white-coated scientists in a dimly lit laboratory. I was confused, as I realized that my body, from head to toe, was covered with some sort of dark material that fit my skin quite tightly, as if I was wearing a skin-tight suit from a superhero comic. But... I wasn’t a superhero. “Good morning, Subject... No... Grunt No. 703.” I was just one of the supervillain's Grunts. [STATUS: DROPPED] Reason: - Trash writing in general - Pacing like a crippled snail - Overall a misaligned of what I had envisioned in my head

Travelling through worlds sounds fun. To Xu Yichen, it was supposed to be just that. Fun. But like the sun that little cannon fodder was, he lit up his world, pulled him to his gravity until he has no choice but to orbit around around him. He wonders just what shadow this bright little sun tries to cast away. Stars cast lights from miles away yet behind the glamour are dead ball of rocks that has lost it's shine. What is left in the human eyes are nothing but the light they once shines. Cradling the youth in the palm of his hand, Xu Yichen swore to make sure, his little sun continues to light up his world.

Annette était une demi-sang rebelle, mais elle a eu la chance de trouver un compagnon. Elle pensait être bénie par la Déesse de la Lune. Cependant, un jour, elle ouvrit la porte de son compagnon et le vit au lit avec sa meilleure amie. À ce moment-là, elle s'effondra, son cœur se brisa. Elle sortit de la chambre en désespoir de cause. Annette choisit alors l'Alpha de la meute la plus puissante, Connor. Elle voulait l'utiliser pour se venger de son compagnon, mais Connor vit clair dans son jeu. Il ne permettrait pas à une rebelle de faire cela, et sa propre vengeance commença également.