Danganronpa Reaction

Hannah is absorbed in her school project when she hears her mother calling her downstairs. However, there’s something unsettling in her mother’s tone, a growing urgency that she can’t ignore. Intrigued yet cautious, Hannah begins to make her way down the stairs. Suddenly, she’s pulled into the nearby laundry room, a hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her reaction. To her shock, it’s her mother—eyes red and filled with terror. With a trembling whisper, her mother warns, “Don’t go down there, honey. I heard it too.” A cold chill washes over Hannah as she realizes that something, or someone, is downstairs, calling to her in her mother’s voice. But if her real mother is here, then who—or what—could be waiting at the bottom of the stairs?

Three rejections. Three shattered hopes. That was what Layla experienced, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world that craved purity. She was shunned, ostracized, and then sold out like a pawn to the most powerful being alive—the Lycan King. A ruthless ruler with a graveyard of brides, each one holding a chilling whisper of a fate worse than death. Layla hated him. Hated the way his eyes, cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated the way his touch, a promise of something terrifying, sent chills down her spine. * * * * "I hate you!" I yelled, clenching my hand into a fist, my knuckles turning white. He heaved a heavy sigh, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "You seem stressed," he stated, closing the book he was reading. I took a step backward as he walked towards me, each step a reminder of the power he had over me. It was infuriating. "Well, lucky you," he said, rolling up his sleeve as he spoke. "I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves." Finally only few inches away from me, he reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "The first is a hug..." His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he leaned in, his warm breath tickling my ear. "And the rest... well, that's 69. What do you say about that?" "He's insane," I thought, my heart pounding in my chest so hard I feared it would burst. He tilted his head to the side, one of the insufferable things he does whenever he doesn't get a reaction from me, a smirk playing on the side of his lips. "What's the matter, darling?" ~ A DANGEROUS OBSESSION Can she break free from his wildfire, or is she drawn to the flames of her own ruin? A haunting dive into obsession, raw desire, and the razor-thin edge between love and destruction. LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will take her apart piece by piece, feeding the fire that grips her with every ragged breath. Like air to a flame, I’ll lay claim to every inch of her, tracing her body with a heat that sinks into her bones. Her skin will flush, her pulse racing under my hands, and though her eyes will beg for mercy, her lips will still whisper my name. That first spark of fear will only fuel something deeper, a raw need that floods her veins like molten heat. And just when she’s too close to back away, I’ll twist the knife, giving her a taste of the pain she craves. She will be the moth to my flame, helpless to resist the allure of the very thing that will destroy her.

[MATURE CONTENT] [NICK AND AMELIA] Nicholas Zhao was utterly confused when his ailing father woke up from his coma and immediately asked where his ex-wife, Amelia, was. His father, having lost parts of his memory, still believed that Amelia was his daughter-in-law. Nick eventually tracked Amelia down, only to be shocked when he discovered that she had twins, Sean and Maddie. When Nick confronted her, Amelia firmly stated that the twins were not his children. Desperate to fulfill his father's last wish, Nick pleaded with Amelia to come back with him. Amelia was hesitant, but Nick made an offer she couldn't easily refuse: his company would fully fund her research. Reluctantly, Amelia agreed, on the condition that her family wouldn’t know she was back with Nick, fearing their reaction. Living under the same roof again, Nick initially harbored resentment toward the twins, but over time, he grew close to Sean and Maddie. This newfound bond made Amelia question her feelings, realizing she still loved Nick. Would fate bring them back together? *** If you want to know more about their past, you can read the first book titled: "Billionaire's Secret Marriage: Hubby, Love me 100 Percent" But you can read it as a standalone.

Transmigrating into a world vastly different from her own, Hazel uncovered a shocking truth: her rebirth mother had an affair with a vampire, making Hazel a half-blooded vampire. Years of living as a half-blooded slave left Hazel weary of being perceived as weak. Determined to change her fate, she vanished from the vampire world, erasing every trace of her existence. When she finally returns she disguised as a man named Hazen and joined the army with a singular goal: to become powerful enough to protect herself from the harsh realities of her new life. Through relentless training, Hazen discovered an extraordinary gift—an innate talent that allowed him to harness and control immense powers from both vampires and witches. This newfound ability made him both a threat and a blessing to the vampire community. Would they cast him out? And what would their reaction be upon discovering that Hazen, the formidable warrior, was actually a woman? .... https://discord.gg/dhRstaZm Y'all feel free chat me on discord I'll answer whatever questions you have.

He, Lei Yun, was sent to the Immortal Realm by... *Cough* let's not talk about that. So, Lei Yun arrived in the Immortal Realm, everywhere he looked, cultivators, were fighting fiercely over precious resources. But instead of panicking, Lei Yun dreamed of admiring beautiful scenery, exploring secret realms, and, of course, being surrounded by a harem of beauties. However, to do all of this, he needed to improve his cultivation. Thankfully, his basic traveller rights were not violated, and he received a golden finger. This golden finger granted him the ability to perceive hidden opportunities. With it, he unveiled rare chances concealed within the everyday world. What others saw as an ordinary stone or a common flower revealed themselves to him as the precious Yin-Yang Stone or the rare Mutated Spirit Flower. He fought tooth and nail with evil cultivators and contributed to the sect. He also did not forget to slap those second-generation young masters and eventually rose to become a powerful figure in the world. However, the reaction of the melon-eating crowd was different from what he had imagined. "Hey, did you hear? Lei Yun is having an affair with Senior Sister Lian." "That’s old news! He moved on to Princess Wei now!" "Ugh, why don't I have that kind of luck? Imagine having beauties on both arms!" "Wait, you guys are behind. Lei Yun is the Empress Dowager’s boy-toy now!" "That sneaky bastard!" "Where's my sword? I think he'd be more suitable to become a eunuch!"

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

Lily was one of the most influential business moguls in the whole of New York City despite her young age. Buried deep in sorrow by the death of her father, Lily tried to stay sane until she met Williams who seemed to be the right one for her, little did she know that she had unknowingly entered the lion's den. There was a deep secret in her family that she had lived in without knowing and when she finally found out, it almost took her to the point of no return. What could be the secret? What would Williams' reaction be when he discovered Lily's deep secret? Good luck with finding out!

He was my tutor; he took my first kiss and my first time. Then I found out he was a billionaire and married, so he left and never returned, but he left me with triplets. **  Ava Wood was just an eighteen-year-old girl finding her way through college when she fell in love with her tutor, Yan Earlton, who was ten years older than her. He abandoned her with triplets. A few years later, she moves on and is to wed the billionaire Coyle Watson, but something unexpected happened: she was kidnapped on the aisle by Yan Earlton, the father of her triplets, and he wants her at all costs. Will she ever forgive him for the pain he caused her, and what will be his reaction once he finds out he has triplets? Yan, who has never loved kids, will he accept them? ** “Are you crazy, Ava? How dare you choose to marry another man who isn't me?” The words rolled out of his tongue as I stared at him like he was some lunatic. “Let me go, bastard; I am to marry Coyle.” I tried freeing my hand from his grip, but he didn't let go. “You will marry him?” “Yes, I love him.” “Say that one more time, and I will fuck the hell out of you.” “Listen to me, Ava Wood; you are mine, and I will kill any man who attempts to touch you.” Was he serious? Did he really mean the words he meant? How could he show up after six years and talk to me like it had been six days?

As name says here you can find stories that come and go like a traveling dreams and ideas. They shall be completely unrelated and in too wide area of ideas, topic, themes and quality. Heck some are just a refined written records of my dreams. Yet, the main focus shall be on comedy or adventure. All shall be safe for work. My dreams do make a sense. But most time there is a time for the “good” or “exciting” part; I mostly wake up; and mostly my first reaction is “Damn it!”. Also, the sheer amount of stories that was already appear/crafted in my mind will give out for a loot of books. Sadly I am not the master of story teller I shall probably be, to put them on words, picture or other storytelling method.

|Mafia boss×Mafia's son| Warning: extremely mature content. - Couple one: Despite her trying to sound cool, he could hear her slight pants. "What were you doing?" He asked, forgetting everything. That's how it was for them. They could be in the middle of the most serious issue yet the slightest change in their breathing would make the other curious. "If I say that I was, or more like, am fingering myself while thinking about you, would you come here and f*ck me?" She said while putting two fingers inside of herself. A moan left her lips and his d*ck hardened on the other side. "F*ck, Andrew, ah," she was moaning on purpose, to get a reaction out of him. She wanted to test him till he broke and later fulfilled her with his entire being. She knew that she wasn't supposed to want him and so did he but the heart wants what the heart wants. And forbidden fruits always taste better. - All of a sudden, he moved a little away and by not feeling the same sensation as before, she opened her eyes with an annoyed look. She was almost about to come. "Why did you stop -" she was cut off by her own moan. He did the most unthinkable thing. He slapped her pu*sy. She thought that it would hurt her but it had the exact opposite reaction. It ended up sending an electric shock through her body but one that was filled with pleasure. She was looking at him with pleading eyes. She didn't know what she wanted him to do but she wanted something from him and he understood even though she didn't vocalize her thoughts. He made a silent promise to fulfill all of her fantasies and with that, he slapped her again. And she moaned in pleasure again. Who knew that something that counts as a punishment could bring one so much pleasure? - Tangled by an interesting past, lust, and underworld matters. And most importantly heart. Both of them refused to fall for the other again but for how long? In this twisted game called lust, would they end up falling for each other? -- Couple two: "Stars are pretty," he said. She gave him a sad smile. "But people always say that you are going to lose the moon while counting the stars but the moon got scars and you can't stare at the sun for two minutes, you are bound to get blind by its light and how can you love someone you can't even look at?" "So we shouldn't love anything at all?" "If you are willing to take the risk then sure, you can." "Maybe I am or maybe I don't have any choice of my own. If you were given a chance, what would have you been?" "Dust probably," she said, not looking at him anymore. "Dust why? Don't they fly away?" "I wish to be like the dust so that I can fly away. Everything except the dust that flies is desired in one way or another, for example: A bird is caged in the name of love, just because someone wants to keep it. A flower that was torn away from its home and later toasted away in a place where the wind makes it blown, at least one person is going to like it enough to keep it with them till they don't like it anymore. Nobody can see dust, let alone desire it. Maybe being undesired isn't always the bad thing." -- "I trusted you but you broke my trust. You could have told me the truth." "You never seemed interested enough in my truth." "I wasn't? You never bothered asking me anything, you just assumed and ruined everything because that's all you can do. You don't deserve my trust." "I know," she muttered under her breath, fully knowing that he was too good for her to ruin him. -- "Don't do this to yourself just because you hate me. Don't ruin your life, I am begging you." "Because of you? Why would you think that you deserve any of my thoughts, my emotions? You don't even exist to me." And she was again feeling unworthy, a word that was never going to leave her side. -- In the midst of misunderstanding, complications, and hate, will they find love?

BANTER "Damn right, I'm pretty," Luna said with a confident smirk. Her mischievous pride faltered at his response. "I said petty," Alexander's voice was cold but amused, arms crossed over his chest. Her smile sharpened, daring, as she leaned into the banter. "Lucky for you I'm not what I once was, or you'd be spending eternity as my pet puppy." Her words carried a teasing edge, testing him, pushing for a reaction. But Alex's expression darkened, the amusement in his eyes disappearing as he leveled his gaze at her. "Convenient for you gods-twisting the lives of others for your needs." His words, spoken with quiet bitterness, struck a nerve. For a moment, guilt twisted inside Luna as she recalled how those she once called kin-gods, her juniors-had toyed with his life for their selfish desires. Before the regret could settle in, Alexander continued, his tone unwavering. "Maybe that's the reason you're in this condition." The accusation hung heavy between them, cutting through whatever lightness their exchange once held. BREATHLESSNESS In a moment where the tension between them reached its breaking point, Alexander's hand shot forward, grabbing her by the throat. His grip was firm but not cruel-no intent to harm. Instead, he pulled her closer, and before Luna could register what was happening, his lips crashed onto hers. The kiss was deep, forceful, searing through every fiber of her being. She forgot whose air she was breathing, her powerlessness overshadowed by the sheer intensity of his touch, of their connection. In that stolen breath, it was no longer clear who held the upper hand. What happens when a fallen ancient goddess and a love-scarred Alpha collide? When the lines between power, passion, and vulnerability blur, neither can anticipate the outcome. This book , next series of THE ILL FATED LOVERS and its volume THE STAR CROSSED LOVERS brings you the wild, darkly funny, and irresistibly intense tale .Read to see who ends up holding the power-and whose heart gets broken first.

Centuries before Rainn was ever born the government released proof of aliens after years of keeping secrets for fear of global outcry. With people's eyes being shielded by a global pandemic, they granted no reaction. That is until they also released and exposed all creatures and cryptids, exposing them from the shadows and causing an all-out war between monsters and humans. Canon-balling into the world's next apocalypse. Rainn is forever trapped in the body of the year she was turned, 19. Follow her journey of love, battles and self-doubt in order to come to terms with her parent's untimely death and her own newfound immortality.

For Eons Angels and Demons battled over the lands in the Milkyway galaxy.... When A masterful tactician by the name of Gorlab discovered the darkness core, he was ripped to sheds... by Reapers... He remains scattered across the void... Before Gorlab was completely dismantled he was able to break blade of the Reapers scythe... Gorlab's hand would fuse with the blade, creating a black scythe... able to cut without cutting... The Scythe was lost in the void... Until 1959.. Rondo Newman is an ex-Marine that lost his mind after War II becoming a ruthless assassin killing dictators. He was caught and sentenced to life in prison for his crimes. Leaving back his ill wife who was expecting a baby would pass alone. Rondo allowed himself to go mad, getting into fights and trying to escape. He was sold by Big City to a mysterious Organization run by people with blue skin and yellow hair. They would hold a bunch people captive while they ran strange tests that involved Black Blood being incited into the subjects' veins. The reactions were either supernatural or fatal. Rondo is one of the many unfortunate test subjects that would be an experiment gone as wrong as possible. Rondo is injected, his veins fills black. He hears voices, everything goes dark. A demon, with purple stringy hair emerges. Rondo is prompted to grab a scythe made of shadows. He grips the scythe... A power engulfs Rondo, he is not himself anymore. Now just a skull mask inside a shadow cloak. He is Demon Scythe, here to eat the souls of those not using theirs.

When an traditional author transmigrated into a story written by a lowly webnovel writer. What would his reaction be? A story with a festival of repetitive premises, cliched characters and storylines, and boring writing all welcome now named Alexander Knight who in his mouth, has only a whole dictionary of criticism. Magic World! Chosen Ones! Modern! Urban! Magic Academy! Demon King! Sounds all familiar? Definitely the Author’s POV, except the Author’s POV was actually good, and all rest of story with the same premise apart from it are trash, including the Author’s Author’s POV’s next story. WARNING: This is just a original parody (just parodying cliches) story set in a cliched world. The only thing not cliched is the main character, I think. Well, go and read and find it out for yourself.

Born in the gritty city of Spero, where poverty and gang violence reign supreme, this novel tells the heart-wrenching story of Dennis, a young boy raised in a dysfunctional family - His ruthless father, the boss of one of the city's most feared gangs, an alcoholic and a compulsive gambler, subjecting him and his mother to unbearable physical, emotional, and financial abuse. As Dennis grows, he faces relentless bullying and oppression, not only from his father but also from the gang-dominated streets of the gritty city of Spero. But one fateful day, a dramatic turn of events alters his destiny. A shocking transformation unleashes a chain reaction, challenging everything he thought he knew. Will Dennis seize this chance to overthrow his father's tyrannical grip, break free from his past life and reclaim his life? Or will the dark forces of his past consume him? Dive into this gripping tale of resilience, revenge, power struggles, and redemption, set in the gritty Streets of Spero. We are excited to share our second novel with you.

"Aliana never think about leaving me. You are mine only mine. I own u. If you ever tried to leave me for another man I will make sure he will never have the desire to take rebirth. He kissed me passionately as if he will eat me up. I know its wrong but I am helpless infront of him as always. Aliana got a huge crush on a boy who later turns out to be her step brother and her biggest bully. What will happen when she meets him after many years but stronger and better. What will be his reaction

Kayla, a "normal" high school student is dragged into a summon to another world along with her classmates. But contrary to what Kayla first thought, her life wouldn't be easy in this new world! Kayla quickly realized that fact when, instead of opening her eyes to a castle with people eagerly waiting for her, she woke up to a town on fire! At that moment, Kayla's only reaction was to curse the fucking big-breasted kidnapper who brought her into this world! Swearing that one day he would get revenge! So what's in store for Kayla in this new world? Come and find out! ...... Hello dear readers! This is a revamped synopsis because my intentions with this book have changed! Now I come with every intention of staying and I will prove it by publishing a daily chapter! I hope you enjoy this journey with me in which you will find epic battles and even more importantly, curses towards the big-breasted kidnappers (Goddesses)!

Reina once a superstar and a spoiled princess found herself transmigrated into the body of a village girl and unwanted wife of an aloof and cold tycoon. A victim of bully and schemed by the whole family including her rumoured cheating husband who does not want her at all. Now she was the owner if they thought they could bully her then they are going to regret it ********* " Ma'am why are you getting discharged so soon you are yet to recover " " Martha just do as you are told" Though her madam seem too cold she was actually confident compared to her previous meekly self that anyone can bull even she felt bad for her. The car was already there to fetch her but this time it was not the one her mother-in-law sent rather it was the boss himself. " Get in" He said and feeling weak she couldn't argue and got inside the car which he opened the door and closed after her. " Let's go" He said and the driver started the car. It was quiet all the way to the mansion. " This?" She had no memory of this place where did he take her. " My villa you stay here until you get better I don't want another reason to delay our divorce " " Oh!" Was all she said to his surprise he was looking for any sign of despair or sadness but no she was all cool about it. " Where is my room I need to rest" She said all bossy as if she owned the place to his surprise since when was she confident around him? Reina was always careful around him and scared she wouldn't even raise her head to look at him and that behaviour of hers really annoyed him. He doesn't like weak people and always thought she was pretending all to gain his sympathy and attention while he had none. " What? Where am I supposed to sleep, are you sure you want me to get better, I can't divorce you if I don't recover, the fast I recover early we get our freedom" she said with a happy face while for some reasons her words annoyed him. " You sleep at the first floor don't climb the stairs Lena will show you the room" He said coldly then left. " yeah don't want weren't really respective of her. After walking along the long huge corridor finally they reached the room at the end part of the villa isolated from others Reina noticed that it was the smallest of all and wasn't taken care of much. Opening the door she held in her breath and turn around to the servants who smirked seeing her reaction, their master never took her as their Mistress and they never took her as one so why should they serve her if she wants something then she can just take it herself. Not noticing the change in her the servants held in their arrogance and said " We have already finished our task now if you can excuse us we have other work to do" the head servant Lena said coldly as if she was the master and Reina was just nobody. Giving a lazy nod the head servant turn to leave not caring for the woman who stood looking at them with expressionless look and when the clock tik to seven pm she said firmly her tone holding a great authority over them that they froze from their steps " Stop right there" Reina said with raised tone and ordered coldly that even they were surprised didn't they say madam was easy to bully and too timid. It was what they hears from the servants of main mansion and even witnessed her embarrassing moments during celebrations and family meetings she was too coward to defend herself and very easy to bully even the servants would take out their anger on her after being scolded by their master. Reina had never complained to her husband no matter what happened no matter what treatment she received from the family or others she had always tried to be more understanding and work hard to fit in thinking they would one day recognise her as the member of the family

Synopsis: Demian Maxwell is the Crown Prince to the Grove Kingdom and an alpha. It's his first year at Oakswood Academy and a certain beta has garnered his attention, but why does Ophelia Rosewood keep popping up when he least expects it? Remi Sato is a renowned name in the science community, and this famous herbologist is starting his first year at Oakswood Academy. But this boy has a secret, and lots of them. He is secretly the omega prince, Remington Arlow and a reincarnated soul who just wants to be with his favorite otome game character. Excerpt: Remi looked at him in confusion. Demian saw the moment that Remi realized what he wanted when Remi's face turned a brilliant shade of scarlet, matching his beautiful pink eyes which seemed a tad darker than they were just moments before. "You-" Remi started, his words dying out. Demian pointed to his still open mouth, uncaring of how undignified he looked at the moment. This was something he needed, a peaceful, uncaring day with a beautiful beta to tease to get his mind off the nightmares he had recently been plagued with. Remi chewed on his bottom lip in contemplation. Before Demian could tell Remi that he was only teasing him, Remi picked up a fork and speared a piece of fish on the tines. With a red face, Remi raised the fork up until it was even with Demian's mouth, his hand under the fork to catch the food if it fell. Demian's eyes widened minutely but he refused to pass up the opportunity that was given to him. He leaned forward and took the piece of fish between his teeth, sliding it off the utensil. A rich, nutty flavor with a sweet sugary taste coated his tongue pleasantly. "This is really good," Demian said after swallowing his food. "I'm excited to try other dishes made by you." Remi flushed crimson once again. It was interesting to see such contrasting reactions out of him. One minute, Remi could be daring and confident, and in the next he could be timid and shy. "How about some vegetables this time?" Demian once again opened his mouth. A salty, leafy taste filled his senses this time. The salt wasn't overpowering and it brought out the natural flavors of the mixed vegetables that included asparagus and carrots. Remi lowered the utensils and looked away. "You have two perfectly good hands, feed yourself," he mumbled. The back of his ears and neck were tinged red. *This a teen-fantasy-romance novel set in the omegaverse.*

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

In Kyle’s Dark Ascent, Kyle finds himself transported into the world of Harry Potter, where he gains access to a unique power known as the "Emo Chest" system. By provoking intense reactions and raising the blood pressure of those around him, he can unlock magical treasure chests. His first reward grants him a dark talent: the "Heart of Black Magic," which corrupts any spell he uses, transforming it into dark magic. Even as a young child, Kyle's reputation grows. At five, he roams Knockturn Alley as the infamous "Blood Demon." By the age of seven, he's already been sent to Azkaban, where the dementors crown him as their king. At Hogwarts, Kyle's chaotic abilities become a constant source of frustration for his professors. Professor McGonagall reprimands him for turning a needle into a dementor with Transfiguration. Professor Flitwick is bewildered when a simple levitation charm sends part of the castle flying. Even Professor Snape warns Dumbledore that Kyle is destined to become the next Dark Lord. But Kyle has grander ambitions. "Dark Lord?" he scoffs. "Call me Satan. One day, even the devil will be ashamed not to have my name tattooed on his back." Darkly humorous and filled with magical mayhem, Kyle’s Dark Ascent chronicles the rise of a boy determined to make his mark on the wizarding world, one chaotic spell at a time.

Novel In Verse (If this gets good reactions, might make a full novel later) Granddaughter of Spring, and child of March, born with a curse, to die the moment spring hits on her 30th birthday. Her life in verse of how she doesn’t try to survive, but tries to live. Death has seen thousands of souls pass. She’s not special, but is he sure he can take her life when it comes down to it?

One night of deception sets off a chain reaction of blackmail, secrets, and lies. Violet Wilson, betrayed by her best friend, finds herself entangled with the enigmatic billionaire, Adrian Brown. When Adrian's father who wants to assert his control over Adrian by demonstrating his authority insists that he gets married, Adrian proposes a contract marriage to Violet - a convenient arrangement that also satisfies the blackmailer's demands. As Violet navigates the treacherous web of Adrian's family dynamics and rivalries, she must balance her growing feelings with the secrets she's keeping. But as she fights to clear her name and protect herself, she'll uncover the true cost of her secrets. Dive into the deadly game of power, loyalty, and lies in "A NIGHT WITH THE BILLIONAIRE."

Lyraea Pastorio, a diligent student at GranVille University, was poised for success. With plans to take over the reins of her father's business after earning her master's degree, she saw everything falling into place. However, nine months ago, her world began to unravel. Strange occurrences started haunting her. These unsettling events shook her to the core, making her question her sanity. As the incidents grew more frequent and intense, those around her started to withdraw dismissing her experiences as mere figments of her imagination. Isolated and alone, her once bright future now seemed shrouded in darkness. Her spirit crushed under the ceaseless burden of the unexplainable horrors that had invaded her life. Each passing day eroded her hope, reducing her to a mere echo of her former self. The vibrant dreams of her future had withered away, supplanted by a grim resignation to her fateful destiny. Lyraea felt overwhelmed, utterly defeat. What could a mere human do against the unknown terrors? That was until her fate decided to confront her directly. Her spectral tormentor, a twisted echo of the past, stood before her. The haunting presence seemed to whisper tales of forgotten breaths and silenced heartbeats, each word was a chilling caress against her skin. His soulless eyes gleamed with the remnants of life that had once thrived among the living, now morphed into a sinister shadow. That ignited something inside her; a spark of resistance within herself. Lyraea fought with all her might, but there was something missing, something right in front of her but veiled. She could see the fire burning in those eyes, clear in their vengeful intentions, but those gentle whispers told otherwise. His inhuman smile, for sure, promised her destructions yet those cold hands never budged to pull her from abyss. Each of his deceptions was like a shard of glass, fitting seamlessly into the intricate mosaic of the grand puzzle, revealing the hidden picture piece by piece. Still, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being led to her deathbed. His presence was deceptive, never showing the real intentions behind those soulless eyes. The vengeance was palpable, but so was the sense of an impending revelation and the inexplicable force drawing them together., a magnetic pull that defied the logic of their enmity. Lyraea feared that at the end she would be abandoned for his sinister plan, leaving her to face the ultimate doom alone, but carve into his soul were scars that bleed shadows that even the relentless march of time would not be able to erase. In the intricate dance of fate and destiny, life, with its myriad twists and turns, blurred the lines between the puppeteer and the puppet. Each move, each decision, seemed to be guided by unseen hands, yet those very hands were themselves subject to the whims of an even greater force. Everyone played a role, yet no one truly knew the script. The boundaries between control and surrender, action and reaction, were so finely woven that they became indistinguishable. It was a paradox of existence, where the illusion of mastery was as fleeting as the shadows cast by the flickering flame of life. It was impossible to discern who truly holds the strings, and who dances to their unseen tune.

Caspian inched closer until his lips were mere inches away from Davina's, reeling her in to close the nonexistent gap between their mouths. "Have you ever been kissed, Dimitri?" He asked. Before Davina could lose control after Caspian's cold lips lightly grazed hers, she pushed him away and hurriedly stood up. "My Lord, this is highly unethical!" Her real voice nearly slipped out amid the chaos. "What's unethical about this?" Caspian's face lifted to form an innocent yet devilish smile, he seemed to be enjoying the reaction he got out of her. Flustered, Davina turned her back to him and took deep breaths before speaking more composedly. "We are both men and it wasn't ethical of you to try and... kiss me." The last bit came out as a whisper blown away by the wind. Caspian's chuckle echoed through the woods as he stood up from the bench and faced Davina with a smug look on his face. "Tell me, Dimitri, was I really trying to kiss a man just now?" "W-what do you mean?" Davina stumbled backward as she stared at Caspian in shock and disbelief, unsure of what to do to save herself from that situation. "Let me rephrase my question." Caspian delicately grazed Davina's cheeks with the back of his hand. "Are you really a man?" ***** With a bounty on her head and the need for a place to stay, Davina snuck into the castle of Lendorr, posing as a man in the royal army. Luckily for her, she was able to get away with her ruse easily that is, until she met the mysterious Lord Caspian. She is tasked with being one of his guards all while trying to avoid getting caught by the man who made it his life's mission to ruin her plan. Through a twisted game of deceit, Davina is forced to make a grave choice between Love and the REAL reason why she snuck into the castle.

Locked away deep down in the newly claimed castle for the Demon King, Kalika Archelion, a young immortal woman awaits in her dungeon prison. Her spirit broken many times, over, and over again. despite this, she refuses to give up on one day freeing herself of the confinements of her now demonic sisters Lillian. The very sister she had executed. The very sister that is now the Demon Queen of their now fallen country that is still embroiled in the war of human versus demons. Now peering through the darkness, Kalika resigns herself to biding her time. awaiting for the opportunity that she may use to escape this cruel predicament to grasp control over her own life once more. With an uncertain future, and vile schemes lurking in the background. Kalika must steel herself, preparing for the worst to come as there is no hope of escape or rescue. Just a deep dark abyss that is so dark, that it is practically corruptive. [THIS STORY WILL HAVE MATURE THEMES INCLUDED] [Updated Every 3-4 Days] {Artist: Sikeseeing} ______________________________________________________________________ {Hidden Memory 1} Kalika glares at the demon before her. "I Hate Demons! I Hate them! I hate you, my sister, your brother, EVERYONE!!" "Hmph. are you sure about that Kalika. from where I'm standing, that mask of your is starting to crumble." Rakon started to chuckle. he grabbed her chin tightly. "by the time I'm done with you. you will belong to me." ______________________________________________________________________ {Hidden Memory 2} Staring at her blood blade Kalika Gazes around her prison cell. She throws the blade, surprisingly penetrating the stone bricked wall. "Bored?" Rakon appeared before Kalika once again. She ignores the demon. She conjured her blood blade back in hand. she now examines the matted blade in hand. "No..." ______________________________________________________________________ {Hidden Memory 3} "I should've known! I never should've trusted a Demon like you!!" Kalika tried to hold back tears. Her fists clenched and her back turned to Rakon. Rakon smirked, amused by Kalika's reaction. "I refuse! I refuse to believe you!!" Kalika turned around with fierce vigor stomping straight at Rakon at the other side of the cell bars. "I will escape! No matter what I will-.... I will..." Kalika brought her head down, not wanting o show her face. Rakon grabbed her chin, lifting her head to make eye contact. "It's no use Kalika. No matter how hard you try... You can't escape. There's only one thing you can do... And we both know what that is..." ______________________________________________________________________ {Hidden Memory 4} "Nnghhh!! Let go of me!" "No! Stop it Kalika!!" Lillian shouted. Lillian held Kalika's arm down with hand with one hand and used the other, holding her by her throat. Kalika continued to struggle free in vain. "I'll kill you all!!" Kalika yelled. "She's out of her mind Lillian" The Demon King, Lucius, watched from distance. Kalika seeing her dagger on the ground reached out for it. suddenly a wispy voice entered mind. "[If you want more power. consume their flesh and blood.]" the voice sent a chill down Kalika's spine. she glanced around still struggling for the. "where's that maid!!!?" Lucius shouted. Kalika, looking down at Lillian's arm, reluctantly bit into Lillian arms. Lillian jerked back in shock. she tried pulling her arm away but Kalika kept biting hard in retaliation. The blood from Lillian slowly seeped into Kalika's mouth forcing her to slowly drink it. Lillian panicked. "K-Kalika, Stop it. You're drinking too much Kalika!" Kalika's jaw loosened allowing Lillian to free herself. Rhonda, Kalika's maid entered and is order to take away the dagger. she glanced back and the dazed and confused Kalika. And as she left, Kalika could only slur a few words. "W…what happened…?"

"Wait, wait!" Haneul gulped at the tiger whose emotions were soaring in front of her. "I don't want any trouble so let's just be friends." ___ An uprising between the Mafia clans of Gwangju resulted in immigrations and separations, with several clans bonding together and several dying out. Two of the major clans remained; Yeom and Jang, along with several other minor clans that decided to lay low. While the two major clans also laid low for the longest times, their conflicts brought them back on surface. The Yeom family struggled to stay on their feet and went to look out for a powerful family to form an alliance with. Kim Haneul was the victim of alliance, a Pediatrician and the only daughter of the respected Kim family. On the surface, the Kim family was asked for Haneul's hand in marriage by the CEO of Gearhead Game Studios, Yeom Tae. Not knowing the real identity and past behind Yeom Tae, Haneul got wed into the Mafia's family. The honest Yeom Tae, however, revealed his true identity to his newly wed wife right away and her reaction put him in a spot he had never imagined for a dazzling and charming man such as himself. How will he ever be able to progress in his romantic life after a death sentence such as that? ___ "Wait what?" Tae blinked a few times to slap himself back to reality, "We're what now?" "Friends!" Haneul exclaimed joyfully, of course. ___ Join a soft romantic comedy ride of the couple as they progress from just friends to more than just friends, with awkward and subtle conversations to picking up on each others' habits! Read how the obstacles in the new Mafia life and the small expressions in the doctor life affect the relationship between the two. ----- Cover artist: @alina._.smthng (Instagram)

Harris watched intently as she placed the telephone on the receiver. He then hurriedly positioned himself by the door, waiting anxiously. As she swung the door open, she was startled to find him standing so close that she nearly collided with him. "Oh my God, Harris, I didn't see you," she exclaimed, her laughter tinged with nervousness. Ignoring her initial reaction, Harris pressed on. "Who was that on the phone?" he inquired, his expression serious. "Pardon?" "Who was that on the phone?" he repeated, his face unwavering. "I don't understand," she responded, a frown forming on her brow. "Nevermind," he said, handing her a white envelope. "Here." Masking her growing concern, she opened the envelope and read its contents. With a trembling hand, she looked up at Harris. "What is this?" "Exactly what you think it is... Who is Andrew's biological father?”

Certainly, love can indeed be a complex and intricate experience to navigate! Understanding the emotions and relationships within the context of a love web can be both compelling and challenging. Chin-sun finds herself entwined in the complexities of love, encountering sparks and butterflies when embraced by Baek Hyeon, all while grappling with her feelings amidst the entanglement involving Mi-sun, Professor Jimin, and others. These conflicting emotions foster a sense of bewilderment, compelling her to question the depths of her affection and the source of her undeniable reactions.

If there was anything Adonis Vivaldi thought would tame him, it definitely wasn't matters of the heart. But when he meets a certain sweet and fiesty red head, All manner of control and restraint seems to chalk out of the picture. Fresh out of college, Yavannah Constantine moves to Italy to stay with her brother only to find herself under the sensuous and unnerving gaze of her brothers boss. She cannot explain neither can she deny her bodies reaction to this irresistible man. A unplanned encounter causing a spark that would burn for years or would the mischievous and sly hand of fate douse what was yet to bloom.