Bee Sting

Joanne Smith, weighed down by significant debt and humiliated by Jeffrey Winchester's cruel rejection just a day before their wedding, transformed her life into that of a multi-millionaire entrepreneur, allowing love to fade into memory. Joanne had one rule in life: money first, emotions later. She built an empire from the ground up, balancing her booming logistics company with the peace of her family farm. When a rugged stranger shows up, desperate for a place to stay, Joanne reluctantly takes him in as a paying guest. But little does she know, he’s not just any guest. He’s the man who brutally rejected her years ago, the one she’s long since forgotten. And he remembers everything differently. Now, living under her roof, he’s fueled by the sting of his own downfall and a hunger for revenge. Will the truth tear her world apart—or bring a reckoning neither of them saw coming? Join me on this incredible journey to find out! I will provide daily updates, and I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Please consider leaving a review and supporting me with GTs, Power Stones, and gifts. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it!

Pak! My hand stings at the affect of the slap making me feel how real this is. My brother was blasting the music too loudly in the house. I guess he didn't hear it. And I guess he wouldn't care even if he did. But I felt it resonate in my room. I stare at his face. I don't know what other people would react like when your best friend kisses you out of the blue. But mine was that and the slap was instinctive. I see his expression which showed that he was expecting this from me. He was half apologetic is what I felt. He looks up at me holding his cheek which I just slapped and I thought he was handsome at that moment, out of the 15 years we've known each other. Weird but I couldn't help it. I gulp and he takes a step forward and I move back as a reflex. I don't know if it was a right decision when I came out to him and now I can't go back anyway. But will I regret it, is the question. He keeps advancing as I move back until my back hits the wall. He looks at me dead in the eyes. Aravind comes out to his best friend from childhood, Devanand, only to suddenly finding out that Devanand was also confused about his feelings. Read it to find out if they will find a middle ground and the clarity they want. Disclaimer from Aravind : Do not let your best friend flirt with you ! It is not good for your heart ! I wrote something with my own background this time. Hope you guys will enjoy it just as much.

WSA 2025 Entry! Excerpt: "Are you satisfied?" he asked, walking to the fire where she already sat. "Can you yet call yourself the greatest knight? "Not until I can beat you," Irene argued. Despite how serious he looked only moments before, he cracked a smile. "But you saved my life," he insisted. Synopsis: With a second chance given to her after a pathetic ending to a life she didn’t want, Irene Litharion decides that she will follow in her father’s footsteps and become a knight. Waking up in the body of her eleven year old self, she’s reinvigorated to follow her heart. She has the rare blood of ancient warriors in her veins and promises to not turn her back to it anymore. Prepared for the sacrifices she will have to make to live the life she wants, a new challenge is presented when the only way she can become an apprentice knight is to turn her back on femininity altogether. The years she spent being forced to attend etiquette lessons go out the window and instead, daily sword practice takes place. Her father does all he can to get her into the knighthood, but it’s up to her to show her strength and skill to stay in it. However, it’s different than she expects when the Monster War ravages her homeland, she learns the sting of loss, and secrets of her own blood present themselves the more she leans into the thrill of battle.

Harley What started as a mindless, blurted confession has turned into a mess I never saw coming—an endless spiral of emotions, tangled with Clad Storm, the bad boy of the season and my ex-crush. The one who’s made it clear he’s here for revenge, yet every time he looks at me with those damn chocolate-brown eyes, I fall deeper. The worst part? I know exactly why he’s here. To make me pay. To make me feel the sting of what happened years ago when I rejected him. But somehow, I can’t walk away. And then there’s the kicker—he made a proposal to my younger sister. But for some reason, he won’t let me go. Now, here I am, stuck between a rock and a hard place, caught in the web of New York’s most notorious biking genius and CEO. I should walk away. I should be the smart one. I should obey my parents’ wishes and do what’s expected of me. But every time he smiles, every time he touches me, I forget what I’m supposed to be doing—resisting him.

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

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

It's a non-plotted one-shot, smut book, with Dominates Female and Submissive Male characters. The chapters are different from each others. Basically it's a smut book without any storyline. I hope you enjoy enough to support my Patreon one day! --Love, author!

Dikun Silver, a former military officer and veteran player of Mount & Blade II: Bannerlord, finds himself mysteriously transported into the world of Calradia. Unlike before, this is no longer a game. The sting of a sword, the exhaustion of battle, and the fear of death are all terrifyingly real. With his vast knowledge of the game's mechanics, troop formations, trade routes, and faction politics, Dikun has a unique advantage. However, Calradia is no longer bound by scripted events. Lords have their own ambitions, soldiers question their leaders, and the consequences of every choice ripple through the land. Determined to survive and rise through the ranks, Dikun must earn the loyalty of his men, navigate the brutal politics of the noble houses, and wage war in a world where victory is never guaranteed.

I was betrayed by the person I loved the most. Her cold gaze remains etched into my chest, a stinging memory that haunts me. Everything we once shared seems to have meant nothing to her. I often wonder: did it really have to come to this? The answer lies in the sword pierced through my chest, a cruel reminder as I face the empty gaze of the one who is supposed to be the love of my life. With every step I take towards her, kneeling and struggling to get up, pain courses through my body like poison. Every movement feels like endless agony; my senses fade and darkness begins to cloud my vision. I take what remains of my sword, a useless piece of metal, and get close enough to stab her chest. With my last strength, I whisper, “I hope that if there is an afterlife, I never fall in love again…” Two bodies lie slumped, a man and a woman, trapped in a tragic fate.

When truths are revealed, it stings like an ice-cold winter, but yet there's so much warmth in the unknown. If me being clueless brings me comfort, then I would rather lay in my misfortune and be at peace in the reality that I delineated.

Manshi has always been a survivor—of childhood wounds, family neglect, and the sting of betrayal. She has carried the weight of past traumas, fighting to heal and longing for the love she was always denied. Just when she gathers the courage to move forward from a painful breakup, the ghosts of her past resurface, threatening to pull her back into the darkness. As she meets someone new, her heart wrestles with fear and longing. Will she allow her past to define her future, or will she finally break free from the cycle of heartbreak? The universe seems determined to test her, making her question whether love is truly written in her destiny or if she must create her own path. But love isn’t just about finding the right person—it’s about finding yourself. On this journey of healing, self-discovery, and fate, Manshi will either lose herself in love or find the soulmate she was always meant for. Destined is not just a love story; it’s a journey of healing, resilience, and discovering the profound bond of a soulmate. Will Manshi find the love she has always craved, or will destiny have something else in store for her?

A woman's first love is always meaningful, even if things don’t turn out the way we dream. Fate has a way of leaving us with memories that last a lifetime—some sweet, some bittersweet. For a hopeless romantic like Kayla, the thrill of blossoming love opened her heart to a world both cruel and beautiful. In the warmth of affection, she found joy; in the sting of reality, she found growth. Love, she realized, isn’t just about happy endings—it’s about the lessons, the longing, and the moments that shape who we become. This story is dedicated to my dear hopeless romantic friend, Yala

Hey, I'm born as secrecy, in a big-big great family. I am a blessing for them. Even if they do a dirty jobs, u should be grateful, they worth the all world's bowels. Humble welcoming, Phoebe

Three months had passed since Riku and Ziya had moved in together. But instead of growth of affection between them, they had been separating from each other little by little, until Ziya discovered her lover crying at midnight. After that night, the hustle for the solution to the unseen problem exposed many unseen paths of expression, where she found herself and overcame her fear, whereas he found the reward for his hustle.

**"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

One day, a boy named Tod woke up from a bee with no memories of his past, he got off the bed and went through the single door in front of him, when he did he was in an endless abyss and on an island.

This is my first poetry to my BFF, written on March 7th, 2023. Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain By: Amoureax Amant Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain, at branch in full peach blossom on mountain, but left tree branch with wind through amber lake, toward fragrant sea like drifting snowflake. Just left when butterfly danced through peach tree, just left when hummingbird echoed with bee, when rising sun turned dark cloud peach blossom, when drifting rain fell from misty cloud dome. What if peach blossom stayed till September, peach blossom might neither dance through water, nor travel with light breeze through small arbor, toward vast sea like boat sailed from harbor. What if peach asked of peach blossom's journey, here's the answer, freer than in valley.

We’ve all had those moments—the kind that stops us in our tracks, steals our breath, and makes us see life differently. It could be a fleeting conversation, a mistake that stings, a kindness we never expected or even the realization that everything we believed… Everything we've ever known wasn’t quite right. Some lessons come like whispers, soft but impossible to ignore. Others hit like a tidal wave, knocking the wind out of us, and some come in the form of fictional short stories that resonate with us, But no matter how they arrive, they change something inside us forever. The Moment It Hit Me is a collection of those turning points—snapshots of clarity, reality, heartbreak, hope, and growth—all wrapped up in a thousand words. Each chapter comes with a different short story, some fictional, some from my own experiences and anecdotes from others' experiences. Some will make you laugh, others might sting, some will teach you new things about self-care, mental height, and emotional balance and a few will stay with you long after you turn the page. Because sometimes, all it takes is one moment to change everything. Let me share with you The Moment It Hit me, because, It Just Might Hit You too. I'm writing this because I believe that, sometimes readers need a break from traditional fiction to connect with something more grounded in real-life experiences. So be sure to share your life-changing experiences in the comment session, so we can all learn from this.

WARNING: SEXUAL SCENES. What pure-blooded werewolve prince didn’t have a wolf and didn’t like his mate? In the Kingdom of Everia, Arielle Walsh, a seventeen-year-old girl, lived in a small town with her parents and sister. Arielle struggled to come to terms with her impending marriage, a compulsory tradition for all girls turning eighteen. Despite Arielle’s effort to conceal her unique white hair, it is eventually exposed, drawing unwanted attention to herself. What happens when Adrian Reynolds, the merciless werewolf King, sets his sights on her? But does not like her or care for her personally, instead it’s his wolf. He wanted nothing more than to find his other half. When he finally found her, he longed to engrave every part of her into his very being. He cared not for the color of her hair. He wanted her, and he would stop at nothing to have her!

Once a feared demonic cultivator, Zhuan Ming plundered Solar Soul worlds without remorse. But when an ancient pill of ethereal aura falls into his hands, he is ambushed by righteous cultivators and left for dead. In desperation, he swallows the pill—only to awaken in a weaker body, burdened with a mysterious legacy. Now reborn in a world where his past enemies thrive, Zhuan Ming vows to reclaim his power and surpass his former glory. Guided by the Qi Pill Ancestor, he walks a dangerous path. Armed with forbidden knowledge of Solar Tombs, a growing Nirvana Tree, and a soul that defies the heavens, Zhuan Ming must navigate a world of treacherous cultivators, celestial treasures, and ancient secrets. Will he rise as an Immortal, or will he become a pawn in a grand design?

I Want a Peaceful Life King Allen, the revered ruler of the biggest empire of his world, met a tragic end when his own adopted brother, jack, betrayed and assassinated him. As his life faded, despair filled his heart—not from death itself, but from the bitter sting of betrayal by the one he had once called family. However, fate had other plans. In the depths of the void, the celestial goddess Aria appeared before him. She revealed that his world faced an even greater calamity—the return of the Twelve Fallen Demonic Angels, beings of immense power who once waged war against the heavens. Their resurrection would plunge the world into chaos, and only Allen possessed the strength and wisdom to stop them. Goddess Aria offered him a second chance—not as King Allen, but as Sion Ragnar, the eldest son of Duke John Ragnar of the Persia Dukedom, a noble house in the Clover Kingdom. Accepting his fate, Allen's soul merged with Sion’s body, awakening in a younger form with fragmented memories of his past life. Determined to prevent history from repeating itself, Sion resolves to live a peaceful life, free from the burdens of kingship. Yet, destiny refuses to let him rest. As the demonic angels stir, hidden truths about his new identity emerge. His noble lineage, magical abilities, and past experiences make him a key figure in the battle against the darkness. Torn between his desire for peace and his duty to protect the world, Sion must navigate treacherous political schemes, uncover the secrets of the fallen angels, and forge alliances with powerful warriors. Will he embrace his destiny as the world’s savior, or will he carve a new path where he can finally find the peace he so desperately seeks?

Charity's life was easy. With loving parents, a great job, and respect from her peers, she thought she had everything. Then one day, her mother is found dead, and Charity is thrust into a hidden world where she discovers everything she knows is a lie. Who can she trust? Who knows the real truth? What really happened in Exoneron all those years ago? Will she live to see tomorrow or meet the same horrific fate? Written in tandem with The Usurper web comic available on Tapas and Webtoon. Updates every Friday.

NO RAPE! MATURE CONTENT/ VIOLENCE BUT NOTHING TOO GORY FOR READERS TO HANDLE. Lilith was a rebellious child while growing up and didn’t have a belief in marriage as she saw it as a fancy prison. She was adopted by Lycan foster parents who saw her as nothing more than a burden. Because she was human, they repeatedly sold her to men seeking mistresses, but each time, she was returned after a single night. At last, she thought she had found an escape, falling for a man who promised her freedom. But instead of a life of love and freedom, she awoke in chains, barely clothed, imprisoned in a room in the pack house of the Alpha Lycan of the Purple Phoenix Pack. Suddenly a voice spoke, “So, you have awoken?” Slithering down her spine like ice water. Never before had mere words unsettled her so, but this one did. It was laced with menace, whispering of danger…of death. As she shifted, pain lashed through her body, sharp and stinging. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut against the agony, only to realize her situation. She was bound, barely clothed, and trapped. How did this happen? She had been on her way to her husband’s house and…oh, no. He had betrayed her! “Who are you?” She demanded, forcing herself to swallow her fear, to summon courage despite the quiver in her voice. She strained to see the source of the voice, but the oppressive darkness yielded nothing. Frustration flared within her. “Humans…” The word dripped with disdain and disgust. “Always asking unnecessary questions.” His hatred was palpable, seething. One wrong word, and he would not hesitate to end her. “Whip her.” Lycans were cursed beasts who rarely had mates. After a hundred years of waiting, the Alpha Lycan was commanded by the gods to take a virgin human bride to conceive an heir. But he despised humans and had no desire to rule with one by his side. So he agreed; he would mate with her, but once she bore his child, she would be discarded. Before she could part her lips to talk, the order was given. The lash struck her back, sharp and searing, and she cried out in agony. … Days passed. The whipping continued, lasting for thirty minutes each day but Alpha Zayd never returned. “Kill her. She is of no use.” He ordered, but instead of despair, something unexpected flared within her…hope. “I will be your slave,” she whispered, forcing the words out. “And I will offer my body only to you, Alpha Zayd.” He stilled. His golden gaze flickered toward her, considering. “Take her to my bed,” he ordered. Then, just as swiftly as he had appeared, he was gone. Determined, Lilith agreed to be his slave but only to find a way to escape and make everyone pay.

"You are lying!" she retorted, her voice ringing with a blend of indignation and despair as she surged to her feet and crossed the space to his side. Her anger struck him as somewhat bemusing, and in a different circumstance, he might have been tempted to applaud her unyielding spirit. "I am an apex predator. I am what monsters and all things wicked fear. How could you imagine I would concern myself with something as fickle as emotions, let alone for a witch?" he asserted, his words delivered without the slightest quiver of doubt. His words landed like a blow to her very core. She had never anticipated such a stinging rebuttal from him. "If you can look me in the eye and tell me you feel nothing for me, then I'll leave you alone," she challenged, her tone calm amid the raging storm of emotion that churned within her. Her words felt like a knife piercing through his cold heart, leaving Damien to grapple with the weight of her final statement. He hesitated for a few fleeting moments before lifting his gaze to meet hers. "I don't," he declared, the words slipping from his lips with austere finality. Lauren's heart sank upon hearing his response; she sensed within her that he was not speaking the truth, but what recourse did she have? Before she could utter another word, the ringing of her phone pierced the solemn air. Engaging with the call, she answered, "Hello, Director." Briefly acknowledging the conversation, she swiftly concluded, "Alright, I'll be there," before ending the call. "Thanks for the meal once again," she offered in a flat voice, devoid of any discernible emotion. Damien found himself taken aback by the sudden shift in her demeanor, feeling the impulse to say something, but before he could gather his thoughts, she had already entered the elevator. Making her way towards the exit, she soon drove off, leaving Damien to stand before the towering windows, watching her departure with a silent ache lingering within him. As she disappeared, he turned his gaze inward, pondering the emptiness that seemed to pervade his residence. Reflecting on his actions, he found himself questioning whether he had made the right choice in pushing her away, but he understood that only time held the answers. This Novel tells a story of a halfie(half vampire half human) named Damien Voltorie. Some whisper of Damien Voltorie as a modern-day wolf of Wall Street, while others deem him the nation's most captivating bachelor. But beneath the veneer of wealth and charm lies a secret: Damien is a thousand-year-old vampire, haunted by a traumatic past and determined to remain in the shadows. Yet, destiny has a different plan. As the last descendant of the once powerful Voltorie vampire dynastyt he is bound by an ancient prophecy to a brilliant human, Lauren Turner. A captain of special operations of the National division of intelligence (NDI) and a gifted surgeon, Lauren is his fated partner. Together, they hold the key to saving both the human and supernatural worlds from a resurrected evil that once obliterated his kingdom eons ago. Faced with a choice between prophecy and isolation, Damien must decide: Will he heed the call of destiny and fight to save the world, or will he allow it to burn as his kingdom did? Can he overcome the isolation of his immortal existence and embrace the warmth of a human love, or will he succumb to fear and run? Join us as we step into a realm where the veil between worlds is thin, and the fate of both human and supernatural rests on the choices of one reluctant vampire.

Warning: R-18+ Reverse Harem. Human×Vampire×Werewolf. It began with the moon. No one remembers exactly when it started inching closer. Only that it was subtle at first—a faint red tint across its surface that deepened with each passing year like a malevolent worm creeping in and carried a curse. The tides grew restless, and the night air thickened with a strange, electric weight. Animals became erratic and then humans began to change. Fevers swept through towns, leaving bodies writhing beneath the moonlight. Some recovered. Some died. But when they woke up, those who had survived were no longer humans. Bones twisted and snapped beneath their skin as limbs reshaped. Eyes sharpened with a feral glint. Howls tore from their throats. While others rose cold and still—hearts no longer beating but senses sharpened—the scent of blood became impossible to resist. Predators were awakened by the moon. Vampires and Werewolves. To assert dominance frequent battles ensued. The fight to claim better territorial lands on the earth was inevitable. Predators kill prey, and in their desperation, turn on each other. The rival clans of Bloodfang and Stormclaw would often wage wars with each other. In the center of the endless conflict, few surviving females were caught and met their inevitable end. It was a slow death spiral that quickly turned gruesome and uncontained. And, with a hollow birth rate during wartime, the endless bloodshed inevitably pushed the human population to the brink of extinction. With humanity teetering on the edge of collapse, the wolves and vampires were forced to face an uncomfortable truth: without humans, they too would die out. Out of desperation, a fragile truce was forged. In the year 2174, a three-way pack where wolves, vampires, and humans would coexist. The terms were simple: humans would be protected from unchecked slaughter, and in return, they would serve as the lifeblood needed to sustain both species. It had been a hundred and eighty years since the alliance formed, marking the year 2324. And now, Velvetiana was about to step into their world or rather, she was to step back into the world that had forgotten her. The sole crimson flower of the Corvinus Clan. Determined to live through her university life with a goal to graduate and crawl out from poverty, how will she deal with Blood Cardinals and Werewolf Alphas, who never cease to cause trouble for her like a swarm of frantic bees? The very bees that are out to suck the nectar from her blooming red flowers that is.

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.

Reversed Harem. Beastmen X Queen Bee --- She was a mighty dragon. The problem is, she WAS a mighty dragon! “Ouch! Where am I? Huh? Is this… a cocoon?” No, wait. Why would she be in a fucking cocoon?! Nimue anxiously thought while struggling against the silken cage. “How, how did I end up on one... huh?!” Panic surged through her as she examined herself. She was no longer a majestic dragon, the embodiment of poison and flame. She was a... bee? How could this be? A measly, tiny bee with wings that fluttered in desperation to escape its prison. Her memories flickered like sparks in the dark, but the truth was clear. She had been transmigrated, and her current situation was a dreadful one at that. How will a once mighty being survive from the bottom of the food chain filled with fierce beasts that suddenly turns to beautiful men? "Wait what?!" --- WSA2025 Entry  #beasts #transmigration #beautyandbeasts

#Mythic Fantasy #Reincarnation #Cultivation #Action #System #Mystery #Romance Historian Aryan Vedanta deciphers a lost Vedic scripture—then awakens as Karna, trapped in a rewritten Mahabharata where Krishna doesn’t recognize him, fate rejects him, and the gods want him erased. Forced into Divine Trials of his past sins, Karna refuses to be a pawn. He gathers forgotten warriors and defies destiny, triggering a war that shakes heaven and earth. As Indra, Yama, and Vishnu descend to stop him, Karna’s final technique shatters reality itself. History is rewritten—but his legend endures. “There was once a warrior who defied the gods themselves.”

Everyone in the class was shocked when the news came: Sheena Hathaway married to Stephan Korade. It’s already the fourth year of the university, when every couple was destined to break up at such a moment. Therefore, no one would expect the bookworm Sheena would marry to the rich playboy Stephan Korade. “She must have put a curse on that handsome boy. How could the son of Bee Group, the biggest medical device company, marry a girl of nobody? ” everyone doubts like this. Except Stephan himself. “Sheena, please don’t ignore me in the campus, we’re a couple indeed.” Stephan begged in a soft tone trying to not offend this girl with sparkling eyes under her black glasses. “Stephan, I know our marriage is just a smoke shell, don’t act like you love me.” Sheena smiled sincerely and innocently. “So, for your request, no way.”

Dante Cross had it all — devastating good looks, effortless charm, and the kind of confidence that made hearts race and tempers flare. Freshly 18, with the world at his feet, he thought the most complicated thing in his life was deciding which party to attend next. But that was before the bite. In a single, blood-drenched night under a full moon, Dante's life is ripped apart. He’s no longer just the cocky young heartthrob of Hollowbrooke — he’s a werewolf. And not just any werewolf. There’s something darker, more dangerous about his transformation, a secret hidden deep within his bloodline. Now, thrust into a world of ancient curses, rival supernatural factions, and seductive, deadly enemies, Dante must learn to control the beast within before it controls him. With his best friend (and secret crush) Ava — a sharp-tongued witch-in-training — at his side, he embarks on a quest to uncover the truth about his curse. But not everyone wants him to succeed. From a brooding vampire lord with an unsettling interest in him, to a pack of rogue werewolves with their own dark agenda, Dante finds himself at the center of a supernatural power struggle. Between the heart-pounding battles and the forbidden, seductive encounters that leave him breathless, Dante must balance the thrill of danger with the sting of desire. Because in a world where the line between man and monster blurs, sometimes the scariest thing isn’t what lurks in the dark — it’s the wildness of your own heart.