Dirk Gently

Kivas Chariot is struck by the sun—an event that corrupts her soul beyond repair. In the blink of an eye, she's transported into the midst of a cosmic ritual, performed by three eldritch beings beyond comprehension. Overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of their presence, her fractured soul erupts in a desperate tantrum, shattering the terrifying rite. Yet beneath their monstrous forms, one of the entities reaches out to her gently—soul to soul—and asks a simple, warm, and comprehensible question. “What is it you truly desire?” Tears welling, Kivas whispers from the depths of her being. "I want to be loved!” The entity grants her wish. But not directly. Now, somehow awakened in a strange new world, Kivas discovers something bizarre—there are stats, HP, MP... even classes and skills. In a world where time matter less and power are more rampant, Kivas attempts to strive and live her brand new life.

Xion Aijawa thought his life was finally coming together. That is, until he tried saving a cat stuck in a tree, fell into a pit, and... died In his disoriented sate of "Freshly dead" the silly Xion accepted a strange request and ended up transmigrating into the world full of dungeons and Mana. He became illegitimate child of Marquis family hated by his three siblings. According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Xion only had a month to live. So, taking the cover of the banquet, Xion ran away. Aided by a mysterious Mall System, he makes his way to the distant borderlands, hoping to put his past behind him. But fate has other plans-. Xion ends up saving Darius Rael Darkhelm, the feared Archduke of the North, notorious for his ruthless and deranged nature. The silly Xion tried to run away but... Xion's heart thumped loudly as Darius effortlessly pinned his wrists using only one hand. "I've heard you tried to run away." Darius gently caressed Xion's pale cheek, "That must be a lie... After all, I've given you things even the royal family can't have. Isn't that right, my dear healer?" Xion gulped when Darius's thumb brushed his lower lip as a chilling smirk remained on his handsome face. "I-I think I should leave, Your Grace. I've overstayed my welcome..." The room grew cold, and struggling Xion shivered. Darius's green eyes dimmed before lighting up with a dangerous glint. Xion felt a pit growing in his stomach when he saw the deranged archduke smile. Darius never smiled. And whenever he did, it only meant trouble. "You're right," Darius said calmly. "So, let's get married." Xion "...!!!!"

The chase was a lie. He knew it, and they knew it. Yet still, they ran—a spectral pack of wild animals, their forms shifting like shadows, their teeth glinting with a hatred born of collective judgment. They were not real, but the terror was. Every footfall on the pavement was a drumbeat against his sanity, a grim rhythm of a mistake he hadn’t committed. The specters of blame and venomous whispers were an old, familiar poison in his veins. Run, Gyan. Don’t look back. The words, his mother's voice a fragile anchor in the storm of his mind, echoed the very terror that drove him. But how could he not look back? The six-year-old girl’s face was seared into his memory, a perpetual stain on his soul. He had not hurt her, but he was blamed all the same. The rumor had grown its own fangs, and now it hunted him. He rounded a corner, gasping for air, his lungs burning. The pack was closing in, a low growl rising in the humid air. He could feel their phantom breath on his neck, the cold press of a lie. Desperate, he crashed through an ornate wooden gate, the hinges screaming in protest. He stumbled into a small, manicured courtyard, the scent of jasmine and rain-soaked earth a sudden, jarring calm. And then, he saw her. She was a sanctuary in the center of the chaos, a woman sculpted from stillness itself. Her eyes, a startling shade of serene gray, were fixed on him. She was in her thirties, her dark hair a fluid cascade over a simple, elegant dress. The chaos he was running from seemed to dissolve in the cool, distant luminescence of her gaze. A voice, soft as a sigh, pulled him from the edge of his panic. "Gyan… Gyan." His head snapped up. It was his mother, her face etched with a familiar despair. “A bad dream again?” she asked, her voice trembling. She sat beside him on the worn sofa, her hand gently tracing the lines of his face. He blinked, the vision of the courtyard fading, the feral scent of the chase replaced by the clean smell of his childhood home. He nodded, the phantom chase finally releasing its grip. "The girl was coming to see you again," his mother continued, her voice heavy with a worry he knew all too well. "I told her you were sleeping." His heart clenched. The girl. Not the one from the past, but the one his mother kept trying to set him up with. The daughter of her old friend. "Mom," he said, his voice flat. "I've told you. I have no interest in any girl, let alone someone who wants to talk about that place and those… events." His mother sighed, her blue eyes, so much like his own, filled with a sadness he couldn't stand. "You can’t run from it forever, Gyan. You can't let a decade of hate ruin the rest of your life. The girl... she just wants to help." Gyan looked away, his jaw tight. Help? How could she help him escape a chase that was all in his head, a nightmare that felt more real than his own life? How could she see the phantom pack that ran just behind him, their teeth bared, waiting for the day he finally tripped and they could tear him apart? He felt a new kind of dread settle in the pit of his stomach. They were getting closer. He knew it. And this time, they weren't the only ones closing in.

Every villain here was once a broken hero’s child; every villain, once tender enough to be broken. They rose to protect, yet destroyed what they loved with trembling hands. Love itself became the blade softly pressed to the throat, cutting slow as devotion turned to curse. In the hush between vows and betrayal, power and longing entwined— a bond so deep it rotted every soul it touched. Each tale begins gently, with hope cupped in trembling palms. But darkness follows in the wake of every choice, and every whispered vow carries a blade at the throat. The heroes are no saints; the villains no monsters. Only broken children, grown into creatures of legend, destined to tear down and rebuild their world—again and again. This is no garden of saints or demons—only burning kings and bruised hearts. Where every promise bruises, every silence poisons, and every legend must bleed before it lives. A psychological dark fantasy where love battles madness, desire hides danger, and the line between victim and villain disappears. Genres: Dark Fantasy • Psychological • Supernatural • Emotional BL • Super slow burn • Mixed culture (mainly Chinese & Japanese) • Worldwide (Warning: Mature themes, trauma, and sensual tension. Not your typical BL.) — This is not a story about lust. It is about scars, soul ties, and dangerous longing. Expect hurt, healing, hauntingly beautiful. “Eyes talk louder than the tongue.” — Eyes of Broken Lilies : the untamed “Who do I call black and white... when both hide each other beneath?” — The white masked as black “After raising you hidden inside this Baiyun and carrying the weight of this crown ribbon... this is what you return to me as a father?” — The Golden Crown Ribbon ◇ Author & Main Character’s words: “Don’t hold me if you know you won’t hold me forever.” Because sometimes, letting go hurts even more than never holding at all. When you let go, it’s not just the body that falls—but the heart that shatters. If you truly choose to stay, then stay… And I promise I’ll stay by your side too—even if I sometimes disappear for days or years because of my real life struggles. I will always remember every silent love you give me now… and in the future—just as the big authors before me, like MXTX, once did. But if not—kindly feel and deeply think before stepping in… Because this isn’t just a hobby for me as it may be for others. It’s my heart. ♡

The entire family of the Lu Ling Royal Mansion was exiled to a poor mountain valley to endure penal servitude! The Emperor hoped they would fend for themselves. Starving to death is absolutely impossible, not in this lifetime! The muddled Little Princess, Li Yuzhu, transformed into a little firecracker. Those who don’t work get hungry, if once isn’t enough, then twice. In less than half a month, the whole family began to work diligently. No money, the whole family went out together to earn it. No house, they built one themselves. No fields, they cultivated the land. Relying on medical skills brought by time traveling, Li Yuzhu led the family out of famine. As for marriage prospects, Li Yuzhu seemed unworried. She pulled over the neighboring young man: You’ve been following me for so long, aren’t you going to say something?

There is a saying that goes, a rabbit does not eat the grass by its own burrow. Doctor Jiang said seriously: "Nonsense, this is clearly the case of the pavilion closest to the water enjoying the moonlight first." * He is the young and promising psychologist Jiang Baizhou, skilled in understanding people's hearts, cold and noble. After marrying his childhood sweetheart Nie Cenjin, he was only enthusiastic about showing off their love. For several consecutive days, Cen Jin received strong complaints from relatives and friends about his 'shameful' behavior and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Can't we just be a bit more low-key?" Doctor Jiang lazily lifted his eyelids and said, "No way, if they don't like it, they'll just have to hold it in." * Later, the always gentle and lovely Cen Jin declared she wanted a divorce, Doctor Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly: "Divorce?" Nie Cenjin pouted seriously and earnestly: "Yes, divorce." Sitting on the sofa, Doctor Jiang hesitated for a moment, the depths of his eyes revealing a hint of laughter as he slowly got up, walked over, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently caressed her increasingly round belly with his other hand: "Be good, we don't dream during the day." 【A sweet romance with mutual covert love, 1V1, are you lacking sweetness today?】

A gigantic mouth appeared in the sky and swallowed the entire Earth, scattering the shattered fragments everywhere. "Welcome to the Myriad Heavenly Hunting Grounds, your talent is the Lord's Cottage." Earthlings received the developmental ability called Lord's Cottage, beginning their struggle for survival in the Myriad Heavenly Hunting Grounds. Fang Jie, holding the initial item 'Faction Conversion Command', gently tapped on the undead faction. Starting with the undead fission talent, he could make his subordinate undead split and increase in value, and the talent could also be upgraded.

Ruby was a genius; however, she tragically passed away after falling from the fiftieth floor of her own company's building. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an entirely different world. Have you ever heard about the Ghost World? I'm not referring to the world of deceased individuals, but rather a planet. Ruby was shocked when she woke up in the body of an twenty-year-old girl who was already married and had four ghostly husbands. Unfortunately, these husbands didn't love the original owner, and the original owner treated them poorly. The first husband leaned over with a sly smile on his face and said, "You think you can leave me, pretty wife? Nope! Once my eyes catch what I like, I will get it no matter what." The second husband angrily exclaimed, "I hate you, stupid witch! Don't leave me; your stupid husband loves you." The third husband innocently said, "Wife, I made my special soup for you," and proceeded to show bowls filled with blood. The fourth husband gently raised her chin and said, "Wife, I can't believe that with every passing second, minute, and hour, I'm falling for you even more." The fifth husband, who fell in love with her at first sight, looked at the camera and arrogantly smiled. "I fell in love with someone at first sight! Get ready to grab it; I'm throwing ten thousand gems to celebrate," he declared as the camera panned to a room filled with money and treasures. Ruby : "..." Please, someone, make me dead again. Warning: • Reserve Harem • 18+

In the distant and mysterious interstellar world, ancient civilizations have faded like a dying candle in the wind, with shattered ruins and lost traditions lingering only in vague historical records. In this era, Dream Forgers, with their powerful mental abilities, construct dreams and engage in fierce battles with dream beasts, becoming revered figures. They are the spiritual backbone of the interstellar world, weaving dreams that connect people to the distant echoes of past civilizations. Lily, a graduate student in dream studies from Earth, found her fate dramatically altered in an unexpected twist. She was transported into the world of an interstellar romance novel, only to become the tragic side character. Despite possessing mental power, her lack of imagination became her fatal flaw in her quest to become a Dream Forger. During the Dream Forger assessment battle, other competitors showcased incredible creativity, with dreams filled with dazzling starlight and wild beasts galloping through fantastical landscapes. However, Lily could only struggle within the confines of her own mind, ultimately being eliminated for her inability to craft dreams. But the story did not end there. After her elimination, Lily did not succumb to despair; instead, she awakened in the face of adversity. As the curtain rose on the interstellar dream streaming battle, a legendary journey that would the entire interstellar world began. During the Beast Summoning Exam, while other competitors summoned common interstellar pets to engage in standard battles with dream beasts, Lily closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In an instant, a gigantic flying beast appeared out of nowhere, casting a shadow that seemed to cover the entire sky. With its wings spread wide, it looked as though it could tear the universe apart, and with each beat, the winds and clouds shifted. The interstellar audience was left speechless, their gasps of amazement echoing through the air. Lily smiled gently, silently reciting an ancient verse: "The great roc rises with the wind, soaring to ninety thousand miles in a single day." Then, in the vast sea of stars, the mythical creatures Xuanwu and Tengshe emerged, their massive forms churning the waters as if telling the tales of ancient myths. Amidst the swirling clouds, the Azure Dragon weaved through them, sometimes summoning rain and clouds, nourishing the mysterious dream world. And upon an ancient phoenix tree, a phoenix sang loudly, surrounded by fierce flames, its rebirth through fire a magnificent sight that left all who watched in awe. The interstellar people had never witnessed such a strange and culturally rich dreamscape. For a moment, the entire interstellar network erupted in a frenzy of excitement.

She stripped out of the soft ivory linen robe clinging tightly on her attractive curves. It had accented her large breasts in an appealing way, leaving a great part of her cleavage peeking and almost popping out. Her firm and erect tits bounced out, mould lips glistening with wet arousal. An ember of lust sparked in her loins as she imagined him pounding into her with his engorged and throbbing manhood. And as she spied the king-sized bed, she knew that in a matter of minutes she would be on it and be fucked by him, introduced into a world of uninhibited sexual acts and uncontrolled lust. "Isn't this what you wanted like all the other Alphas?" She asked, her voice barely holding together, trembling with pain and contempt. But Alpha Denzel had never touched a woman despite the harem he kept from his conquests. And so he stood frozen as he beheld the figure before him, eyes dark and unreadable. Seconds stretched, then without a word, he stepped forward to pick up her discarded robe. Gently, like she was something fragile, he wrapped it around her. Covered her, then turned his back and walked away. The door closed behind him with a quiet finality that thundered in her ears. Danika blinked. An awkward strangled cackle tore from her throat. Her body folded as if laughing could mask the slow collapse happening inside her. Shame flooded her before the humiliation crashed,sharp and sudden. Had he found her lacking? Was her worth so small he didn’t even want what every other Alpha would have torn through blood to claim? Her fists clenched around the robe he had wrapped around her. The same robe that now felt like a reminder. A brand of his rejection. And yet… somewhere beneath the storm inside her, a colder question whispered: Why didn't he want her? *** Rejected. Unclaimed. Unwanted. Danika spent her life cast aside by her pack, her father and by fate itself. A wolfless omega who was never meant to matter. She had always sought solace, looking for a place or mate whom she would belong to. But after being branded the living disgrace of a deposed Alpha, she gave up on hope long ago. Months after escaping her triplet Alpha mates, she's chosen for the Bloodmoon Hunt—a brutal tradition that seals her fate with Alpha Denzel, the cursed and cold-blooded ruler feared across all packs. A man she hated and whose pack she had a vendetta against. He is the beast no one dares to love or tame. The same enigma her father made him into. But Danika? She has a beast of her own. And she vows to either tame —or destroy him. Whichever comes first.

"Let me take a look." The handsome professor, with his broad shoulders and powerful muscles, lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the desk. His strong hands gently lowered the strap of my uniform to examine the bruise from training. "Helanie! Why do you always end up hurt?" His voice grew husky, sending a shiver down my spine as I struggled to catch my breath. I had to remind myself that he’s my professor... and my stepbrother. I shouldn’t be seduced by his touch. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office and I will deal with them," he murmured, his beautiful eyes locking onto mine. Despite knowing he’s forbidden, I couldn’t help but wonder—should I tell him about the mate bond I felt the night he was drunk? .. When her parents rejected each other, Helanie went from being her daddy's angel to a neglected and forgotten child. But on her eighteenth birthday, things took a dark turn. When her body went into heat, she attracted a group of alphas. Instead of rescuing her, her secret alpha boyfriend ran away. That night changed Helanie’s life forever. Accused of consenting to the attack, she was sentenced to execution by her own pack. Desperate, she fled, determined to find her mother. What she didn’t expect was to find her mother preparing to marry a rogue king with four dangerously handsome and beastly sons. Things turn even darker when she felt a mate bond with her bully stepbrothers, will she be able to escape their claws or their seduction will ruin her life to next extremes? .. Facebook - Alexis Dee

Synopsis: Roman Sionis / Melanie Holland Roman's hand grasped her neck, gently tilting her head back. His lips left a fiery path along her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he said in a menacing whisper “Tell me, Mel, what do you desire?” Melanie remained unmoved, her eyes devoid of emotion. “What I desire is inhumane” “Say it” Roman urged her. Without hesitation, she declared in a fixed tone, “I want Anthony Hamilton's head.” She paused a bit. “Can you get it for me?” Roman placed a soft kiss on her neck and collarbone “Anything for you, baby, I'll bring the head of every person in his family” “Good.” •••••••••••• After being betrayed by her ex-husband, Melanie is given a choice— In exchange for her son's life, she must infiltrate the life of Lord Sionis, the most powerful mafia Don in all of Germany, and leak information that can jeopardize his success. Only then will she be free from her Ex-husband's clutches. Melanie finds out the hard way why they call him the deranged Alpha, not only does he thirst for the blood of men, but he also has a soft spot for little animals. Her greatest fear turned out to be her greatest salvation. If Roman Sionis decides to help Melanie plot her revenge, what will Anthony's fate be? !!Warning!! +18 mature scenes, novel uses dual povs (First and third person's singular), unhinged/absurd yet soft/sweet.

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf rumored to be cursed and bring misfortune to all who cross paths with her. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~

“In spring, a single grain is sown; by autumn, ten thousand seeds are reaped.” [You’ve barely managed to plant a Tier-1 spirit plant, Emerald Bud Rice, using crude techniques. EXP +0.1!] [Emerald Bud Rice grows vigorously. You gain Emerald Bud Essence (1%)!] When Li Ye reluctantly accepted the sect's spirit farmer task and planted his very first seedling, a path toward immortality unfolded before him. With a system panel to aid him, he received feedback from every plant. Talisman crafting, alchemy, artifact crafting, formations, gu techniques… “All these are merely meant to protect one’s path. If you truly want to become immortal plant trees.” Li Ye smiled calmly. Behind him, countless plants gathered in reverence. A towering tree pierced the heavens, connecting all realms its presence at the very center of existence. As its branches gently drooped, the Dao Fruit of the Green Emperor quietly took shape.

The seasoned player of "Abyss of Stars," the [Starfall Master] Li Zi, brings a system template and travels to the game's world, arriving in the era of the game's beta version. This is the worst of times. The cosmic forces and conglomerates collude, causing the doors to the universe to be closed, the planet's resources to be exhausted, and even sunlight to be monopolized. This is also the best of times. All the extraordinary systems are just beginning. In this era, he is the only [Starfall Master] with the final version patch. While people are enthralled by the smoke of plasma guns and cannons, Li Zi has already torn apart battleships with gravity. While superhumans are smug about their awakened abilities, moonlight has already become Li Zi's servant. While the interstellar fleet crosses the Milky Way, Li Zi has just ignited the forty-second star, illuminating the entire universe. "People have been trapped on the ground for too long; they've forgotten that this starry sky should belong to all of us." —Facing the unspeakable aboriginal evil gods, Li Zi, holding a black hole, gently said.

Oliver West never expected his quiet life to turn into a nightmare. The boy who once shared secrets and summer adventures with him has become someone he doesn’t recognize. Keiran Morrison - tall, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome - now uses that same intensity that once made Oliver’s heart flutter to terrorize him instead. Every day at Riverside High is a battle for survival. Every corner could hide a new humiliation. Every moment of peace is just the calm before Keiran’s next storm. But why does Keiran’s hatred burn so bright? What happened to turn childhood love into adult cruelty? And why, despite everything, does Oliver’s heart still race when Keiran gets close - even when he’s terrified? Some mistakes can’t be forgiven. Some wounds run too deep to heal. But sometimes the line between love and hate is thinner than you think.

He was never supposed to live. She was never supposed to feel. Mia was a ghost in the dark trained to kill and follow orders without questions. She had one mission; make Damon Walker, the secret son of Alan River--a mafia drug lord who ruled over the West-- die a slow and agonizing death. But the deeper she got, the harder it was to pull the trigger. He wasn't supposed to matter, but he did. Mia's emotions are compromised, her orders personal and someone else wants Damon dead before she can finish the job. Will she protect the man she was meant to kill? Or will they end up being burned for their love? *** “Like what you see?" his gaze met mine, his lips curling into a smirk.  My gaze lingered there; soft, wet, warm. Exactly what I needed.  "Ivy?"  Those veiny hands. I remember its feel on my throbbing lips, the way they grabbed my hair and pulled. A moan escaped from my lips.  "Ivy!"  His voice jolted me out of my sexually frustrated thoughts, and I stared at him. "Yeah?"  "What were you thinking about?" he stood up.  Those thick thighs. I could just imagine them pinning me down, never letting me go.  "Nothing."  He walked towards me slowly. "I recognize that look.  I cleared my throat quickly. "What look?"  He leaned down and met my eyes. His scent sent my body into an overdrive. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. He reminded me of the warm brook I had seen during a vacation. Earthly. Delicate. Natural. I opened my eyes to see him so close to me, I felt his warm breath on my face.  "The one that tells me you want me just as much as I want you."  Oh, I wanted him so badly, more than I needed to breathe. His hand cupped my face gently, waiting for me to make the next move. He knew what he wanted, he just needed me to show I wanted it as much as he did. We brushed the kiss in the garage under the rug; I wanted to deny it never happened and he went along with it. There was no way I was going to sleep with the man whose father killed Wes. My target. There was... no way.  His breath fanned my lips as he moved closer—slowly, giving me the option to stop the kiss if I wanted. I knew I should stop. I knew it wasn't going to end well. I knew I should turn back before I dug a hole I couldn't escape from. I knew it wasn't right, but I didn't want to stop. I wanted the kiss as much as he did, if not more. I wanted him buried deeply inside me, he wouldn't be able to find his way out. I wanted all of him.   "Ivy," his voice sent chills down my back.  It told me all I needed to; that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.  "Damon." Kiss me.  

"Aria," he said softly. "Today is your birthday." It wasn't a question, but I nodded nevertheless. "The moon is full tonight," he added, his voice quiet. "You will attend the ceremony." "Of course, Elder," I replied, puzzled. All eighteen-year-olds attended the ceremony. It was essential. He leaned in, smelling gently. "You already feel it, don't you? "The change." My heartbeat skipped. "What change?" Elder Malin's eyes narrowed. "Interesting. "Very interesting." He reached inside his pocket and retrieved a little pouch. "Wear this tonight." I accepted it hesitantly. Inside was a simple moonstone pendant with a leather cord. "But this is for—" "Wear it," he interjected. "Hide it under your clothes if you must, but wear it." Moonstones were precious. They aided our connection to the Moon Goddess during ceremonies. However, they were only given to wolves from influential families (Alphas and Betas). Not Omegas like me. "Why?" I questioned. Elder Malin glanced at Mira before returning his attention to me. "Because someone is harboring secrets about you, child. And tonight, those secrets may be revealed." ~ I never mattered in our pack. Omegas like me serve, submit, and survive. We don't dream of love. We don't dream of power. She was the future Luna. I was just the girl who watched from the shadows. But everything changed on my 18th birthday. I felt the bond. I met my mate. One of the Alpha's sons. But the Alpha has triplets, and I felt the mate bond with all three and it seems the three of them felt it too — three perfect warriors, three powerful Alphas, three secrets buried beneath the surface. One of them is my destiny. One of them is lying. And one of them might be the death of me. The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes... but this time, I think she might've given me too much to handle.

"You might be the best killer in the underworld but that is all you are , a killer " Ivana spat out. Alara stayed silent. "A killer can't be a wife much less a mother. So why don't you make things easier for me and disappear. Rae will never marry you and your baby can't be raised by a killer ". she added. She felt a gush of wind blinking but then gasped . Alara had her table knife down on her neck , the coldness of both the steel on her neck and look in her eyes sent shivers down her spine. "Love put the knife down " Rae said to Alara. Ivana gulped still staring into the cold blood thirsty eyes down on her. she didn't seem to want to move . Rae stood up and gently took her hand from Ivana's neck , "Come on , let's get you some cake " he said to Alara. Suddenly her eyes turned soft as she dropped the knife and followed her fiancé off to the kitchen. ......... Sent to kill him but is now carrying his child . A deadly assassin must choose between the father of her child who refuses to let her go ,the organisation that is now threatening her family and the responsibilities of becoming a mother and wife.

Ah, greetings. Shameless author reporting for duty. Come closer, no, closer... closerrrr... closerrrrrrrr. Whispers “Just read a few chapters before passing judgment, will ya? Just a few\... like… all of them. Hehe.” ###> Marcel has lived many lives, each more intriguing than the last. He began as a boy brimming with innocence: sweet, gentle, and disarmingly naive. But as fate would have it, that kindness was merely the opening act of a much darker performance. Over time, he became one of the most ruthless individuals to walk his world... only to step away from it all as if evil were just a phase. The loss of his mother marked a pivotal turning point. Grief gave birth to vengeance. That vengeance evolved—first into a cause, then into a cult, and finally into chaos. As the years spiraled, so did Marcel: from terrorist to assassin, leaving behind a trail of blood, broken ties, and unintended collateral. His action shook the very world. And yet, amidst it all, he found time to pause… to marry, and care for the only family he had left, his beloved sister. But peace is a luxury rarely afforded to pawns. And Marcel? He was always just a piece on someone else’s board. His choices? Illusions. His destiny? Already written. Death would come, swift and cruel, but not the end. For Marcel, death was merely the reset button. Reborn, reshaped, and reignited... This time, he would not serve the board. He would become the god that oversees it. But how did he die? Let’s find out. ###> So, feel free to toss me your critiques. I’ll catch 'em (gently). Shower me with support, I’ll bask in it. Drop a gift or two, I’ll pretend to be humble. Let’s rise, not just as readers or writers, but as divine spectators of this delicious chaos. Let’s be gods… who spectate.

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

The Halfling says: curiosity is power. The Dwarf says: unity is power. The Elf says: Magic is power. The Gnome says: creation is power. The Beastman says: slaughter is power. Humans say: authority is power. The Dragon always says: knowledge is power. The Gods once said: faith is power. Lynch stands on the terrace of the All-Knowing Tower, overlooking the Anriel Continent, and gently says: "I", am power.

When Xu Nian woke up, she found herself inside a cultivation novel she had just finished reading. All she wanted was to live quietly as a background NPC, munching on melon seeds and watching the drama unfold. But fate had other plans—she ended up as the only junior sister in a den full of future villains! Her senior brothers—First, Second, Third, and even Fourth—were all destined to either rebel against the sect and plunge the world into chaos, or be “righteously eliminated” by the protagonist squad! —How was she supposed to survive this?! What she didn’t expect was that these infamous “cold-blooded, cruel, and mentally unhinged” villains would turn out to be ridiculously doting on her. First Senior Brother: “Who dares touch my little sister? Come on, I’ll give you a head start.” Second Senior Brother: “Someone bullied her again? Fine. Let’s just destroy the entire sect.” Third Senior Brother (smiling gently): “Don’t cry. I’ll go slaughter that spirit beast and make you soup.” Fourth Senior Brother (narrowing his eyes): “She ignored me today. Want to see it snow over the whole sect?” Xu Nian: “…Calm down, I just sneezed.” And so— While other cultivators fought monsters to level up, Xu Nian was being pampered like a precious treasure by a bunch of villainous senior brothers. While others endured life-and-death tribulations, hers bowed before her, even the heavenly lightning dared not strike too hard. But over time, she began to realize: maybe her villainous brothers… weren’t so villainous after all? The plot of the novel began to drift off course. The protagonist squad wavered, the “Child of Destiny” hesitated… Xu Nian: “Wait a minute, this isn’t how the story’s supposed to go!” Senior Brothers (in unison): “Exactly. You are our true destiny.”

SOUR CANDY A vampire romance novel Liam has always known what he is — a vampire living among humans, faster than any runner on the track team, quieter than the dead. In Eastbridge, he's just the mysterious boy with sharp eyes and a secret only his best friend Harper knows. But when Alex moves into town — sharp-witted, guarded, and unknowingly the son of a vampire hunter — Liam’s carefully constructed world begins to crumble. Alex has heard stories. His father made sure of it. Vampires are monsters. Liars. Killers. The very creatures responsible for his mother’s death. But Alex never expected to fall for one — never expected Liam, with his crooked smile and quiet sadness, to be the boy who makes his heart race and his beliefs unravel. Then comes the bite. A kiss laced with blood. A bond that changes everything. As the connection between them deepens, darker truths begin to surface. Liam’s brother — the very vampire responsible for Alex’s mother’s murder — has returned to Eastbridge. And he's not the only thing hunting in the shadows. Now, caught between love and loyalty, family and fate, Liam and Alex must decide what they’re willing to risk — and who they’re willing to become — to protect each other from the storm that’s coming. Because loving a vampire isn’t supposed to feel like this. Sweet. Addictive. Dangerous. Like sour candy.

-It began when a shrouded figure with hollow eyes came to claim the soul of a girl but instead got trapped in the mortal world- Marybeth would rather die than marry a man much older than her father, solely because he could potentially save her father's business, as he is considered one of the prestigious peers in society. In an attempt to escape the situation, Marybeth fled one night before the wedding to a club where men typically gathered to drink to excess and gamble. As she entered, her eyes scanned the clubhouse until they settled on her perfect catch. "Ah! There you are!" ::::::Except::::: "The dress…" he said, his voice low, "Take it off." But Mary just stood there, trembling, her eyes fixed on him as he sat with his legs crossed, cravat undone, revealing a smooth collarbone and a long neck. She tried not to stare at the way his long fingers traced the bottle of wine on the table beside him. Still, Mary couldn't bring herself to lift her hands and take off the dress. "Now… Beth." "The buttons…" she said tensely, "They're at the back of the dress. I can't… reac—h it…" Before she could finish, he stood and strode toward her, his boots hammering against the floor. He stopped right in front of her, letting his hand roam gently across her cheek. Mary flinched away from his touch. His glove was off now, and the feel of his skin against hers sent a flush of heat through her. "Scared?"

Darius walked along the castle corridors, barefoot, it was very late into the night, the castle was silent, all the servants were very much asleep. He walked until he stopped at her door, he opened it gently , not wanting to wake her and crept inside her bedchamber. There he saw her, the reason for his restlessness and inability to fall asleep. She was sleeping soundly with the moon lighting up the room. He went closer to her and he couldn't help wanting to lie next to her which he did. He thought that lying next to her will help calm his wolf that has been very restless, he turned to his left side watching her as she slept. he still wasn't satisfied, he crept closer to her until he was now looming over her, before he knew it he's hand was brushing the strands of her hair off her face, she looked very beautiful to him. he sniffed her hair, and he couldn't help growling "mine". he placed a kiss on her forehead then her eyes, her cheeks and finally he hovered over her lips, his wolf singing in his head "mine, mine". finally he could kissed her on her lips, the first was a little peck and than he pried her lips open and kissed her with such verocity that only a hungry man could have, which waked the poor girl up, she gasped and he used that opportunity to insert his tongue inside, and my,he has never tasted such sweet delicay before, he continued his administrations with his hands trailing all over her legsto her bottom, he was driving her insane, she needs to snap out of it............ in the kingdom of silvervale, where humans and werewolves coexist, the moonlight holds a special kind of magic. The moon casts it's silvery light over the land, creating a magical atmosphere that seemed to whisper of secrets and untold stories. Rosaline, a young dormant half wolf, her true nature dormant beneath the surface, waiting to be awakened by the touch of her mate. she grew up in the shadow of her mother lady Eleanor's broken heart. her father had abandoned them both for his true mate , leaving them to fend for themselves. Darius, the narcissistic alpha king of silvervale, had sworn off finding his true mate after witnessing the tragic fate of his own parents. He believed that love only brought pain and loss and he was content ruling his kingdom with an iron fist. But fate had other plans for Rosaline and Darius, when they crossed paths under the light of the full moon, something stirred within that they couldn't ignore. despite their differences, they found solace in each other's company and slowly began to unravel the mysteries of their pasts.

(For A Farewell in the Rain) Dear Reader, Thank you for walking through the rain with me. A Farewell in the Rain is not just a love story—it is a story of strength, of quiet heartbreak, and of letting go when holding on no longer heals. Naila represents so many unheard voices—those who loved deeply but chose dignity over desperation. If you have ever waited for someone... or walked away with tears in your heart but your head held high—this story is for you. Sometimes, goodbyes don't need loud thunder or lightning. Sometimes, they come gently... like rain. If this story touched you even a little, I’d love to hear from

Eli’s quiet life shatters the moment he finds a man with black wings bleeding in his barn. Mysterious, dangerous, and devastatingly beautiful — Amon isn’t just a man. He’s a fallen angel, exiled from Heaven for a love that defied the gods. But as Eli tries to help him, strange things begin to happen. His blood glows. His dreams burn. And his heart remembers things his mind cannot. He’s not just drawn to Amon — he knows him. In another life, in another form… he loved him. Eli is the reincarnation of the First Sin — a divine being so powerful, his love nearly destroyed creation itself. Now, that power is waking up inside him. But he’s not the only one remembering the past. Kael, another angel with a seductive smile and secrets of his own, returns to claim what he lost… and he wants Eli too. Caught between two lovers, two lifetimes, and a dangerous destiny, Eli must choose: Stay human… or awaken the divine fire within him. This is a love story that burned heaven to the ground — and it's about to begin again.

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama *** A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. *** Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her designer leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

“On Nexus—a world ten times bigger than Earth where gods, beasts, witches, and much more run wild—power is everything. And Shiro? He does what he wants… and he’s got the hands to back it up.” Dark-skinned, handsome and grinning with two shining gold fangs, Shiro walks like a king without a crown. His long white dreads swing like a wild mane behind him. His custom wolf-hide gauntlets click softly as he stretches his fingers, ready to crack skulls—or gently grab the thick waist of the next dangerous beauty who tries him.