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Deep within a cruel jungle where the treetops whisper secrets and the shadows have ancestral power, a young boy named Micheal is 'woken' to a destiny he never pursued. Drafted by the jungle, he is thrown into a world of magic, danger, and mystery where the line of friend and foe blurs with each passing step. It is alive-an old, sprawling force full of beauty and danger. The thing is, it is fractured, too. Beneath the surface teeming with life, darkness brews, ready to consume everything in its path. As Micheal explores this living maze, he finds the jungle's magic is not only a means but an organized, muscular force-one that shapes, empowers, and razes. It has chosen him as its vessel. But this gift comes with a price: every victory that Micheal wins drags him deeper into the web of the jungle, testing his courage, his will, and his very humanity. With such shadowy figures as Vaelor, who wish to twist his purpose, and allies whose guidance is laced with danger, Micheal has to decide if he should give in to the magic of the jungle and lose himself or resist it at the risk of everything else. On one final conflict between the forces of old, Micheal's decisions will seal more than his fate. The balance of the jungle, maybe even the world, rests on his shoulders. A tale of discovery, survival, and sacrifice-this is a journey where even the most insignificant decisions have the potential to echo across a world of magic and mystery. Micheal didn't ask for this road, yet he must walk it. The jungle has called him, and its heart waits for no one.

"Strip." The command was sharp, laced with authority, cutting through the silence like the crack of a whip. The deep timbre of Dimitri's voice sent a shiver down the spines of the gathered women. They had learned quickly in the past two days, obedience meant survival. At his order, they bowed their heads, hands trembling as they peeled away the thin, tattered fabric that barely shielded them from humiliation. But one of them did not move. She stood frozen in place promting Dimitri's eyes narrow. _________ Born in a world of deception, Princess Sorayah Drakon was forced to live as a prince, hiding her gender and her unique gifts. She can heal wounds, command the elements and wield a strength no other human possesses. Feeling trapped, she sheds her false identity under the cover of night to dress as a woman. One fateful night, during one of these secret escapades, she met Lupien Nightshade, the crown prince of the werewolves! It was love at first sight. But love soon turns into tragedy when Lupien kills her father, throwing the human kingdom into chaos. Humans were captured as slaves and Sorayah became one of them. She swore revenge, wanting to get close to Lupien to kill him but before she could, she was claimed by Dimitri Nightshade, Lupien's uncle! When she realized their interests aligned, Sorayah sought to gain his trust and use him as a weapon. Two enemies. One kingdom. A shared thirst for destruction. But there was something else. Something Sorayah hadn't planned for. Dimitri Nightshade was irresistible. She hated him so much she wanted to carve his heart out with her bare hands but she couldn't deny the way he made her burn with passion. Will Soraya be able to bend him to her will? Or will she be trapped in his claws forever?

Some words are meant to be whispered. Others should never be written at all. I knew better, but I still wrote it. A note laced with unfiltered desire—blunt, raw, and undeniably reckless. A note meant for Miss Rose. She wasn’t just another woman. She was temptation wrapped in elegance, the kind of woman who makes a man forget his own rules. But I didn’t write her poetry or confessions of love. No, what I left behind was something far bolder—something that should have never left my mind, let alone reached her hands. Now, she knows. And instead of pushing me away, she’s playing the game I started. A game of unspoken tension, stolen glances, and a promise that neither of us dares to say out loud. One note was all it took. Now, she’s waiting for my next move.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

Aurora’s powers are awakening... wild, unpredictable, and laced with a history she doesn’t understand. The family that raised her in love now grapples with fear, torn between protecting her and fearing what she might become. Meanwhile, Gideon hunts them relentlessly, his pursuit more than just obsession...it’s personal. He knows what Aurora is, perhaps even more than she does. With nowhere left to hide, they embark on a perilous journey to uncover the truth about Aurora’s origins. Along the way, they encounter those who wield knowledge of ancient abilities, and for the first time, Aurora glimpses the magnitude of what she is. She is not just gifted... she is part of something far older, a lineage that holds the power to protect or destroy. But not everyone welcomes her. Some believe she is destined to bring ruin, while others see her as the key to their own ambitions. As her abilities grow, so does the danger. There are moments when she loses control, and the aftermath is catastrophic. Is she a savior or a threat? Even her own family struggles with the answer. The shadows pursuing her are closing in, and soon, Aurora will have to choose... between the power surging inside her and the people she loves, between the past she never knew and the future she cannot escape. Because this power… it is neither good nor evil. It is both. And if she cannot control it, it will control her.

Asuriel Draelith thought she was human. On her 25th birthday, that illusion shattered. The forbidden blood in her veins awakened, and with it, a prophecy that binds her to a fate she doesn’t understand—and a body that is slowly falling apart. She has one year to live, unless she can uncover the truth behind her existence. Enter Vaerion Sinclair—enigmatic, powerful, and undeniably dangerous. He’s a devil with his own agenda, and unfortunately for both of them, his life is now tied to hers. Bound together by forces beyond their control, they must navigate an underworld of infernal corruption, supernatural crime syndicates, celestial politics, and a prophecy that could unmake reality itself. With time running out and enemies closing in, Asuriel must master the ink magic that flows through her soul, outwit devils and angels alike, and survive the war brewing in the shadows. Because the deeper she digs, the more she realizes… She was never meant to exist. And the other realms will do anything to erase her. - Darkly seductive, wickedly sharp, and laced with tension, this novel is an adult fantasy romance revolving around fate, power, and the dangerously thin line between love and destruction.

(Warning: Mature Content - R-18) A group of college students ventures on what was meant to be a straightforward museum trip, only for their plane to crash on a mysterious, uncharted island. Stranded and desperate, they signal for rescue, but their calls go unanswered. As days turn into weeks, they confront a harrowing truth: they are utterly alone. But the island has its own dark agenda. An eerie, seductive energy permeates the air, penetrating their very beings, igniting a fire of lust and desire that none can resist. This isn't just survival; it's an awakening to the most primal, carnal urges. Their bodies yearn with a hunger that's both terrifying and thrilling, their minds clouded by a relentless, dark passion. The island bestows upon them not just survival skills but supernatural powers—fire, ice, telekinesis, immense strength. Yet, these gifts come with a sinister price. The island feeds on their darkest desires, their deepest lusts, amplifying them to monstrous proportions. Friendships dissolve into something far more intense, far more physical. Bonds are tested, broken, and reforged in the fires of lust. The island whispers temptations, urging them towards acts of unspeakable pleasure and sin. Every touch, every glance, is laced with a potent mix of seduction and corruption. Inhibitions shatter as they grapple with the choice to succumb to the dark ecstasy or to fight for what remains of their humanity. Here, the real battle isn't against nature but against the evil within, a battle for their souls amidst the throes of passion. Can they resist the seductive pull of this malevolent paradise, or will they be consumed by their own dark desires? Overpowered Mc Character Development - Peak [For the first vol(chapter 1-100) Mc is hero trying to save everyone but he changed when they betrayed him, protecting only those he care about now]

In a world where cultivation is bound to celestial cycles, and power is drawn from the balance of life and decay, a young outcast named Jin Morai is cursed with the rare Withering Veil Physique—a constitution that allows him to absorb the dying breaths of all living things. Feared as a harbinger of misfortune, Jin is abandoned at birth and left to perish in the forbidden Hollow Vale, where spirits of the forgotten linger. However, within the vale, he is taken in by a mysterious, imprisoned entity known only as Grandmother Night, a being whose whispers are laced with both wisdom and madness. Under her tutelage, Jin learns the forbidden art of Necro-Cultivation, a path that does not rely on Qi from the heavens, but instead extracts power from the decay of existence itself. With every wilted petal, every fallen warrior, every dying star, Jin grows stronger. As the Celestial Sects prepare for the next great Ascension War—a battle that determines the ruling cultivators of the next millennium—Jin, now known as the Pale Reaper, emerges from the shadows. His power defies the natural order, bending the cycle of reincarnation itself. With the echoes of the dead at his back and the weight of fate upon his shoulders, Jin must decide: Will he use his cursed gift to tear down the heavens and build a new world, or will he succumb to the endless hunger of the Withering Moon?

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix

Warning! Mature Content Hernia is his to care for and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of that. >>>>>>> “We could date instead,” Hermia suggested, her voice laced with uncertainty. “I don’t date,” Niklaus replied coldly, his piercing gaze unwavering. Hermia blinked, caught off guard. “So it has to be marriage?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief. “Yes,” he deadpanned, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. Her frustration bubbled over. “But we don’t even know each other!” she whined, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Niklaus leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming. “I don’t need to know you, Mia,” he said, his voice dipping into a deep, dangerous tone. “When I can feel you… that’s enough for me.” She inhaled sharply, her heart hammering in her chest. “That’s not enough for me,” she countered, her voice firm but trembling slightly. His expression softened, and his next words wrapped around her like a promise. “I would forever cherish you, adore you, and treat you like the rarest gem. I would never let you shed a single tear of pain.” Her resolve wavered, but she shook her head and pushed back. “We’re not getting married, Shark. Just go.” But instead of leaving, he smirked, leaning back with a confidence that rattled her. “I’ll be waiting.” Hermia groaned, exasperated. “Nik, you’re hardly doing any waiting. You’re all over me! We live together, work together, eat together—you’re always here!” Niklaus’s voice dropped to a whisper, raw and pleading. “Then just keep me forever, Mia.” She froze, his honest, vulnerable eyes piercing through every defense she had built. Her heart quivered as she felt the weight of his words sink in. She didn’t know what to do. >>>>>>>> To the world, Niklaus Hathaway is ruthless—a man who takes what he wants, no matter the cost. But for Hermia, the girl who’s lost everything, he’s something else entirely: her unlikely savior whom she couldn’t blindly trust. He’s ruthless to everyone—except her. Niklaus Hathaway doesn’t date. He doesn’t waste time. He only wants what’s his. When Hermia steps into his life, he makes one thing clear: if she won’t marry him, she’ll work for him. Keeping her close is his only goal, and no amount of gossip, jealousy, or family betrayal will change that. But Hermia’s life isn’t as simple as working for the powerful CEO who’s claimed her as his. With an evil stepsister and manipulative parents determined to ruin her happiness, Hermia must fight for her place in a world that seems determined to push her out. Niklaus declared her his from the beginning—and he’ll stop at nothing to protect her, no matter the cost Love has never been this dangerous.

Lil Lisa was on the brink of marrying Gu Sheng, a billionaire infamous for his ruthless reputation and chilling rumors that surrounded him—specifically, whispers that he had assassinated four of his fiancees, leaving a trail of fear in his wake. His icy glare and unyielding demeanor had earned him a notorious status, causing many to tremble at the mere mention of his name. On their wedding day, after the celebration had settled into an uneasy silence, Lisa turned to him, her heart pounding, and boldly said, "Let's get a divorce." Her voice trembled with a mix of defiance and uncertainty. Gu Sheng met her words with an unsettling calm, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that left her breathless. "Stop talking about divorce," he stated evenly, each word laced with an authority that sent a chill down her spine.

Betrayed. Exiled. Reborn Selene, the loyal beta of the prestigious Silver Fang Pack, has devoted her life to her pack and to her alpha mate, Darius. But her world shatters when she is falsely accused of treason by Zaria, Darius’s cunning and power-hungry advisor. Cast out and abandoned by the man she trusted most, Selene is stripped of her rank and forced into the wilderness, left to fend for herself in a world as dangerous as it is unforgiving. Her exile takes a darker turn when she falls into the hands of Thorn, the ruthless leader of a rogue pack who thrives on fear and domination. Captured, beaten, and stripped of her freedom, Selene faces unimaginable trials. Yet, amidst the darkness, she kindles a fire within herself—a refusal to break, a determination to rise. With the help of unlikely allies, including Kieran, a sharp-tongued rogue caught between loyalty and rebellion, and Mara, a mute wolf whose kindness ignites Selene’s hope, she discovers her true strength. As the lunar eclipse casts the world in shadow, Selene seizes her moment. She unites the rogues under one banner, becoming “Astra,” a leader forged by pain and survival. With her newfound pack of outcasts who swear their loyalty not to bloodlines or ranks but to one another, Astra builds a haven for the unwanted and forgotten—a sanctuary where unity and trust replace betrayal and fear. But Astra’s path is far from over. Her rise to power draws the attention of Raiden, the enigmatic alpha of the Stormclaw Pack, whose own territory is under threat from rogue attacks led by Kael, a rival alpha with his sights set on domination. Their initial clash soon gives way to an uneasy alliance, as both Raiden and Astra realize they share a common enemy: Kael, whose ties to Zaria and Darius threaten the peace of all wolfkind. Amid the looming battles, Astra and Raiden are drawn to each other, their shared scars forging a bond deeper than either anticipated. Yet, Astra’s hidden past as Selene—a former beta now leading a rogue rebellion—casts a shadow over her burgeoning trust in Raiden. When Zaria uncovers Astra’s true identity, she uses it to strike at the very heart of Astra’s new life, threatening to unravel everything she has fought for. As war erupts, Astra must confront her past and the man who betrayed her. Will she choose revenge, risking the love and trust she’s rebuilt, or will she fight to unite the divided packs under a new vision of leadership? With the fate of her rogue family and the lives of those she’s come to care for at stake, Astra must prove that even in the face of betrayal, a leader can rise from the ashes—and a broken heart can find healing in the most unexpected of places. Powerful, action-packed, and laced with romance, Astra’s Awakening is the epic tale of one woman’s transformation from a betrayed beta to a fearless alpha. In a world where loyalty is fragile and strength is born from pain, Astra will inspire readers with her resilience as she redefines what it means to lead

Every secret has a watcher. Every mask hides a weakness. And _Yukimura Kira_ is running out of places to hide. By day, she's just another nameless face in Tokyo’s endless crowd. But by night, she becomes _Luna_ , an underground idol wrapped in secrecy. No one knows her real name. No one knows her real face. And that’s exactly how she’s survived. Until now. Because someone is watching . _Kairos_—a ghost in the system, a hacker who doesn’t just break into networks but into lives. He was sent to track her, to gather intel, to report back. But the more he watches, the more he _wants_ . Every message he sends is a warning. Every intrusion is a claim. Every whispered threat is laced with something darker—something he refuses to name. But Kira isn’t just being stalked. Someone else is hunting her. Someone who doesn’t care about Luna , the idol. Someone who wants Kira dead. Now, she has two choices: Run from the faceless threat closing in on her real life. Or confront the man behind the screen who refuses to let her go. Because Kairos isn’t just watching anymore. He’s _waiting_ . And if she falls into his hands… escape may no longer be an option.

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 ...

Jiang Yan was at the peak of power and success in the business world. But her hidden enemies had finally caught up to her. In a shocking twist of fate, she was betrayed and killed along with everyone close to her. Jiang Yan thought it was the end, but fate had some other plans. As she opened her eyes, she found herself in her 18-year-old body, a decade in the past. This was her second chance, and she was determined to make the most of it. Armed with the knowledge of her future, she set out to rebuild her empire and take revenge on those who wronged her. "I will rule over everyone," she declared, her voice laced with determination. "I will make them all pay." But as Jiang Yan navigated the treacherous waters of the business world, she discovered that not everything was as it seemed. She had thought her ex-husband, Feng Yuansheng, hated her. However, his love for her went beyond life and death. As she uncovered the truth, she began to question everything she thought she knew about their relationship. Suddenly, a popular superstar appeared before her, declaring, "Jiang Yan, you are my goddess!" A sports star chimed in, "You are my master!" and a certain bigshot said, "You are my saviour!" But the ruthless CEO, watching all of this unfold, simply stated, "Backoff, she is my wife." The unknown person lurking in the shadows, retorted, "Really? We will see!" As she worked tirelessly to rebuild her empire and take revenge, Jiang Yan was plagued by the memory of the unknown person who had saved her life. Who were they? Why had they intervened? But as the pieces of the puzzle started to fit together, Jiang Yan realized that the truth was much deeper than she ever could have imagined. As the identity of the unknown person was finally revealed, Jiang Yan was faced with a shocking realization. The person she had despised the most was actually working to protect her all this time. But as she tried to wrap her head around this revelation, she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that there were still things hidden from her. The truth behind was even more complex than anyone could have ever imagined. As the past was finally revealed, Jiang Yan was faced with the ultimate test of her character. Would she be able to protect everyone close to her? In this thrilling tale of love, betrayal, and redemption, Jiang Yan would uncover shocking revelations about herself and those around her. Join her journey to uncover the mystery of her rebirth and the true purpose of her second chance at life. *** Jiang Yan stormed into Feng Yuansheng's office, her eyes burning with fury. "What the hell, FENG YUANSHENG? Your men just attacked my business rival! I had my own plans for him," she demanded, her voice sharp and biting. Feng Yuansheng reclined in his chair, his gaze locked onto hers. "I couldn't let anyone harm you, Yan. I had to take action," he replied, his voice low and smooth. Jiang Yan's fists clenched, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. "I don't need your protection, Yuansheng. I can handle myself," she retorted. Feng Yuansheng's expression softened as he realized his error. "I'm sorry! I overstepped. It won't happen again," he said, his hand reaching out to take hers. As Jiang Yan looked into his eyes, she saw his sincerity and felt her anger dissipating. "Okay, I'll let it go this time. But don't think you can do as you please," she said, giving him a playful smile. Feng Yuansheng grinned back, pulling her into his embrace as he plotted how to hid his actions from her in the future. "I won't repeat the same mistake," he thought, amused by their game. Note: This novel is part fantasy and sci-fi! With multiple power couples, and the best kind of twist ever! Also, find me on Instagram @kashin_san to see the previews of this book! Book Cover Credit: https://in.pinterest.com/pin/471189179770284164/

In a world where power is measured by the potential of one’s core, Marcus Thornwell is a broken outcast. With a damaged core that drains his life force, he struggles to survive in a prestigious Corebearers Academy, where the corebearers train to harness their strength. When a wealthy bully nearly killed him during a dungeon test, Marcus gains an ancient and mysterious power, the Devour System. Branded by this dark blessing, a single touch unleashes the primal essence of the fallen, stealing their traits and abilities for his own. He claims the [Icy Fangs] of Arctic frost wolves, their [Lightning-laced Howls] crackling through frozen air that freezes the breath inside lungs. He devours the [Scorching Talons] of the Frostfire Wyrm, a crimson-scaled leviathan whose hide glimmers like molten steel under forge-fire, its [Fiery Breath] melting stone to slag. Each stolen power warps his flesh and soul, twisting him into something "more", and less human. As Marcusus grows stronger, he begins to unravel the truth about his origins, the truth buried in lies, betrayal, and blood. Evolve. Transcend. Devour. The feast of power has only just begun.

Hook: "Miss Jiang, your perfume contains the memories of three dead souls." Full Synopsis: Top perfumer Jiang Se receives an anonymous request to recreate the last scent inhaled by the deceased. When she extracts the forbidden fragrance "Path to Hades"—a signature blend of her ex-lover—from a tycoon's remains, she's confronted by Inspector Lu Chen, an anosmic detective who possesses synesthetic abilities to see smells as colors. "Your 'Redemption' perfume carries the stench of my sister's corpse," Lu Chen whispers, his fingers tracing the vial as silver hues swirl in his eyes—the color he associates with lies. A series of gruesome murders unfolds: 1. A millionaire dies with burst olfactory nerves, surrounded by test strips of Jiang's latest collection 2. A Michelin chef drowns in bitter almond syrup laced with her wedding fragrance 3. A virtuoso pianist's ear canals bloom with jasmine flowers during a death livestream promoting her signature scent As Jiang discovers all victims were subjects in a memory-transplant experiment three years prior, Lu's synesthetic color charts warn: "The next corpse will carry your DNA scent." With 72 hours until her grand perfume launch, Jiang stares into the mirror. The jasmine tattoo on her nape emits azure mist—the final ingredient in the ultimate olfactory weapon.

**Synopsis:** In the shadowed corners of Sicily's power struggles, a story of love and vengeance unfolds. Pete Chalermchai, the revered mafia boss, rules his empire with a blend of fear and respect. His world is one of unspoken oaths and deadly promises, until he meets the enigmatic Yihwa, his niece-in-law, whose presence threatens to unravel the fabric of his tightly woven life. Yihwa, a woman shrouded in the innocence of youth, carries a lineage soaked in blood—she is the daughter of Pete's fiercest rival, the man who orchestrated the murder of Pete's mother. Yet, destiny weaves a complex tapestry, revealing that Yihwa and Pete were lovers in a past life, their connection unbroken by the passage of time. Their love rekindles amidst a backdrop of silent wars and whispered secrets, a flame that burns too bright in the darkness of their reality. Pete, a man carved from the stone of duty and honor, finds himself at a crossroads where every choice is laced with betrayal. Yihwa, born from the enemy and yet the keeper of Pete's heart, stands as both his greatest weakness and his ultimate redemption. "Fire of desire the series" is a novel that delves into the depths of a forbidden romance, set against the relentless drumbeat of ancient feuds and modern-day mafia politics. It is a tale that questions the very essence of fate and asks whether love can rise from the ashes of a past scorched by hatred and revenge. don't forget to like,vote, and comment instagram account:snuggle_bunny_girl01

Veneri, a human blessed with immortality is transmigrated in the vast world of Spheraphase, where immortals and mortals coexist amidst ancient dynasties and mystical forces. He becomes Vastarael Richinaria, a prince of the Aeterium race, heir to Dynasty Richinaria, and bearer of a destiny laced with glory and unimaginable suffering. His journey unfolds against the backdrop of a world ravaged by Epoch Cycles, where chosen champions are sent to alternate timelines to solve critical crises and rewrite history. Will Vastarael overcome the cycle of suffering and achieve true ascension? Or will he succumb to the crushing weight of his own destiny, leaving Spheraphase to fall into chaos? Not that he cares if it falls anyway...

(Mature Content) "He's a monster.... a real menace of our world" In the grand Wisteria Kingdom, Prince Ryan stands as an outcast, a royal burden shrouded in the hatred of his people. He navigates a world where every gaze is laced with disgust and every word is a reminder of his unworthiness. Attempting to escape the confines of his reality, Ryan crosses paths with Jihoon, the prince of Alyssum—a radiant force who shatters his world and rebuilds it in ways he never imagined. In a world ruled by hierarchy and primal instincts, their bond is anything but simple. As their fates intertwine, Ryan is drawn into an unfamiliar whirlwind of emotions: yearning, jealousy, and the aching desire to belong. "We need to stop this. If we don't, the prophecy that has haunted our kingdom for generations..... I fear it could become reality-.....the destruction our ancestors feared most." As Ryan struggles with these strange emotions, which are blooming inside of him for Jihoon, an old evil rises-the legend of the long-feared Alphas, that which evokes hatred by the very people he's fighting. Hints of the past begin to become more defined and threaten to become reality. What will Ryan do as he learns that the true battle is not against his people, but the existence of himself: that which is destined to be the world's overthrow? . . . . . "He was destiny, my power. I wasn’t born for this world but only for him. He was my power and death. So I shall be only for him." -Smut -Omegaverse -Royal family -Kingdoms -Modern royal family Every 2 days after the next chapter will be uploaded.

Nicko, was having a pretty normal life in his era of ribbons, lace, ties and fancy shenanigans, including children with shouting teachers. Later on, he got kind of tired of his teacher, to him he was just a clown, one who couldn't teach anything useful, with a small civil war of students, his school-life came to an end

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

In a realm where cultivation once defied the heavens, Li Wei, the Heavenly Sovereign, meets a fate worse than death. Stripped of his godlike power during a failed ascension, his soul is hurled into a dystopian future ruled by Elysium Corp—a megacorporation that has replaced divine law with AI dogma. Reborn in a body laced with self-replicating nanobots, Li Wei discovers his ancient qi clashes violently with this world’s cold, mechanical logic. Worse yet, Elysium’s tyrant CEO, Director Veyra, hunts him, believing his soul holds the key to her Ascension Protocol: a plan to digitize humanity’s essence and consume it to fuel her own godhood. Now, Li Wei must choose: reclaim the throne of heaven by destroying this corrupted world, or sacrifice his last shred of immortality to save it. But time is running out. The nanobots in his veins are mutating, Kara’s true identity is unraveling, and the stars themselves whisper a chilling truth—the entity is already here. “In a world where souls are code and dragons are machines, one ancient cultivator will defy both heaven and silicon to ignite a revolution—or become the final spark of humanity’s extinction.”

patreon.com/thebigbang007 (coffee) It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged. The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield? A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.

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 ...

The dimly lit room was cloaked in a shroud of secrecy, its walls lined with maps, photographs, and cryptic notes that spoke of unseen dangers and tangled networks. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and cigar smoke, remnants of a world where power was wielded in the shadows. In the center of the room stood a figure, his presence commanding and ominous. Ivan Petrov, the feared Russian mafia leader, was a man whose name had become synonymous with fear and control. His reputation for cruelty and cunning was legendary, and his influence extended far beyond the criminal underworld. He was a man who thrived in darkness, pulling the strings of power from behind the scenes. Petrov's gaze was fixed on a map spread out before him, dotted with various locations and coded symbols. His mind was racing, plotting the next move in a game of high-stakes manipulation and deceit. The room's dim lighting cast deep shadows on his face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. "There are always new players on the board," Petrov mused, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "And every player has a weakness to exploit." Across from him, a shadowy figure emerged from the corner, stepping into the faint light. This was not an ordinary operative; this was a figure of enigma and danger, known only by whispers and rumors. The Broker, a mysterious and elusive figure, was as much a legend as Petrov himself. Their meeting was one of necessity and mutual benefit, but the stakes were high, and trust was a currency neither could afford. "The game is changing, Petrov," The Broker said, their voice carrying a cold, calculated edge. "The dynamics are shifting, and new players are emerging. Your empire is vulnerable." Petrov's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint reflecting in them. "I am aware of the threats," he replied, his tone laced with menace. "But I have survived this long by adapting and eliminating any threat to my power. Tell me what you know." The Broker stepped closer, revealing a set of documents and photographs that detailed a series of operations and individuals connected to a new threat. These were not mere notes but a roadmap to a larger scheme—a scheme that could disrupt the delicate balance of power Petrov had worked so hard to maintain. "This," The Broker said, placing the documents on the table, "is a precursor to what could be a major upheaval. There are those who seek to challenge your position, and they are more dangerous than you might realize. We need to act swiftly and decisively." Petrov studied the documents, his mind working furiously to assess the implications. The stakes had been raised, and the threat was imminent. The world of shadows was never static; it was a realm where power constantly shifted, and the price of failure was unforgiving. "This is not a game for the faint-hearted," Petrov said, his voice taking on a tone of grim resolve. "I will deal with these new threats as I have dealt with all others. But I will need allies and information. Tell me what you require." The Broker's lips curled into a faint smile, a gesture that spoke of hidden agendas and complex alliances. "We need to ensure that we are always a step ahead. I have my own interests and resources, but we must work together to neutralize these threats. The balance of power must be preserved." As they exchanged information and forged an uneasy alliance, the room seemed to close in around them, the weight of their plans and the shadows of their past looming large. The stage was set for a new chapter in a high-stakes game of power and deception, and the consequences of their actions would reverberate through their lives and the lives of those who would become entangled in their web. Unbeknownst to them, the paths they were about to cross would set in motion a series of events that would test their resolve and shape their futures. In the shadows of their pasts and the darkness of their plans, a new narrative was beginning to unfold

After the death of her grandmother, a mute artist returns home only to discover she’s been sold out by her uncle and aunt. With her world crumbling, she struggles to rebuild her life, tangled in the web of her enigmatic buyer. She convinces herself that, despite his behavior suggesting otherwise, he is better than her family. But everything changes when she uncovers his true nature and demands her freedom—only to be met with an unexpected ultimatum. --- "You must be wondering why I brought you under my roof and paid so much for you, knowing how much I despise wasting resources, right?” These are the same questions I’ve been asking myself, but why is he suddenly posing them to me now? Am I about to be set free? Or am I about to face a new prison, one with stricter walls? Come on, Carmela. You're a writer—don’t let your imagination run wild. In books, the female lead is usually hit with endless rules and restrictions when faced with these kinds of questions. Is that my fate, too? "First and foremost," he began, his voice smooth but laced with an edge, "I’ll admit I brought you here for selfish reasons. But I don’t want my motives to be an obstacle in your life." He stepped closer, his gray eyes locking onto mine like magnets pulling me into a dark abyss. "I’ll give you one hour. Run as far as you can, and I won’t chase after you." His words froze me in place, but my body betrayed me, refusing to step back as he approached. His hand slid around my waist, lifting my face to meet his smoldering gaze. "Stay," he murmured, his voice a melody that sent shivers through me, "and you will be mine. Forever. I don’t let go of what’s mine." As suddenly as he drew me in, he released me, leaving the room without a second glance. Yet the rush of emotions he stirred refused to settle. --- "I no longer wish to be your slave," I declared, my voice firm. "I’ll repay every cent my adoptive family owes you." Nix tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You sure?" "Six months," I replied. "With interest. If I fail, I’d rather jump off a cliff than live as your property." His laughter, deep and intoxicating, echoed around us. "No, beloved," he purred, his tone both dangerous and alluring. "I won’t let you die so easily." He set a small box before me, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Accept my proposal. Be my wife for one year, and I’ll erase the debt. I’ll even give you a billion to rebuild your life." His offer hung in the air, heavy with promise and peril. Before I could respond, he vanished into the crowd, leaving me alone with the weight of his words. --- "Ahem... that man you were with—what’s your relationship with him?"* Damian’s voice broke the silence. I met his gaze, raising a brow. "Why do you care?" "Don’t get me wrong," he replied, his tone stern. "But he’s dangerous. You shouldn’t be involved with him."* "Really?" I leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, feigning indifference. "Yes, Carmela. Cut off all ties with him," Damian warned, his voice cold and unyielding. But will she walk away... sign the contract... or take the ultimate plunge? **Coming Soon.**

LGBTQ+ - BL | All-Ages Version In a kingdom, where opulence reigns and secrets pile high, the annual week-long founding festival and ball occur within the palace walls. Nobles from far and wide gather at the detached palace for nights filled with masquerade balls, lavish dinners, and whispered intrigues. Amidst the splendour of the gardens, Kaisan, an enchanting young man adorned in silk and lace, finds himself swept into a whirlwind romance when he encounters Rhaegal, a charming stranger lost in the revelry of the night. Mistaken identities lead to a fateful dance in the fountain, where laughter mingles with the sweet taste of wine and stolen kisses. As the festival unfolds, Rhae and Kaisan's bond deepens with each passing moment, their days filled with stolen moments of passion and deep bonds. But when a truth is revealed at the grand dinner on the final evening, betrayal shatters their fragile connection, leaving Kaisan adrift in a sea of despair and confusion. As Kaisan's fragile state threatens to consume him amidst the whispers of madness and rumours of tragedy, an offering of solace in the darkest of nights and unwavering devotion in the face of uncertainty may be the only path to healing. With each tender touch and whispered word, Rhae strives to reclaim the heart of the man he once abandoned, praying that their love will be enough to guide them through the darkest of nights and into the dawn of a new day.

"Meek, just act meek!" Meek is a Unity. A very weak one exactly. She just Meek. Somehow, a black star laced with gold came straight at her on a field trip outside for the first time, it's descent disturbing the whole of the classes. Was she special? Because that star that was coming to her actually unlocked her 'Star Seeker's ability, which was actually a system name. Warning: I have no idea because something something, so please don't be bothered about my writing since I'm still a new writer and stuff like that.