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Suddenly, the yard around me seemed to fade, the sunlight dimming. In its place, a suffocating darkness closed in, the sound of chains rattling in the still air. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and I could feel the damp stone floor beneath me. I was back there again. The smell of damp stone and iron filled my lungs, the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating, unrelenting. My body ached—each bone, each muscle screaming in silent protest—but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the crushing weight of betrayal. "Still alive, little brother?" Jun Shen's voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet, as if we were merely playing some twisted game. Maybe it was, maybe that's what I am to him, a play toy."How resilient of you. But tell me, how long do you think that will last?" His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. The chains that bound my wrists trembled as I shifted, trying in vain to lift my head. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him—his presence a dark, looming shadow that filled the place, leaving no room for hope. "You've always been the weak one, Xuan Jie," he said, squatting down so his face was level with mine. I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. "A disgrace to the family name. You can't even protect yourself, much less live up to our father's legacy." I clenched my fists, though the chains barely allowed movement. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, but my body refused to obey. I was too weak, too fucking weak to fight ."bloody hell" I cursed weakly.The ache in my limbs was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my heart—the realization that the person I had looked up to, the brother I had admired, had betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable. "I trusted you," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. The words felt fragile, like they would shatter under the weight of his disdain. I hated myself for falling so low, for being so weak, so stupid to the point I trusted to devil himself. Jun Shen chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Trust? How naive you are, little brother. Trust is a weakness. It blinds you, makes you soft. That's why you've always been a disappointment to Father. You're too weak to survive in this world." I knew it wasn't a lie, I let father down so many times but he still cared and protected me leading him to his own demise . His words were like daggers, each one aimed with precision at the parts of me that still tried to hope. My vision blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or from the tears I refused to let fall. Jun Shen rose, his silhouette towering over me. "Look at you now. Pathetic." His voice turned cold, the mockery replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "You should have known better than to think I'd ever see you as my equal. You're nothing but a stain on this family's honor." I felt the weight of his boot pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the floor. My body screamed in agony, but the pain was drowned out by the anger that roared to life within me. My brother—my blood—had reduced me to this. I had trusted him, and he had taken everything from me. "You..." My voice cracked, barely audible, but the fury behind it was real. "You'll regret this." Jun Shen's grip tightened around the chains that bound me, and he yanked them hard, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through my body. His smile never wavered. "Oh, little brother," he said softly, his voice dripping with mock affection. "The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner." For a moment, all I could feel was the crushing weight of his betrayal, the cold bite of the chains, the suffocating darkness of the cell. But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something else stirred—something fierce, something unbreakable. A spark. The memory shattered, leaving me gasping for breath,

A girl had been locked away in a basement, her condition dire. Her wrists were tied with ropes, and her face reflected fear and exhaustion. Four men stood in the room, mocking her pain with twisted enjoyment. One of them laughed and said, “Don’t bother trying to escape, it’s impossible for you to get out of here.” Another added, “Let’s go outside for a smoke, leave her here to rot. We’ll be back in a while.” Laughing, the four men left the basement, shutting the door behind them. The girl quickly composed herself, determined to free herself from the ropes. After several moments of struggle, she finally loosened the bonds. Her hands and legs were badly bruised, but she ignored the pain and pushed forward. She slipped out of the basement and ran into the dark alley. Her torn gown fluttered in the cold night air, and her loose hair flew wildly behind her as she sprinted, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Despite the pain and fatigue, she didn’t stop. Silence surrounded her, except for the sound of her footsteps echoing in the night. Her body ached, but she kept going, her steps growing more desperate with every passing second. Eventually, she found herself at the edge of a dense forest. Through her blurred vision, she saw a river flowing ahead. There was a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes as she stumbled towards it. Kneeling by the water, she tried to drink, her hands shaking. But before she could take more than a few sips, her strength gave out, and she collapsed unconscious by the riverbank. Outside Mumbai – Edge of the Forest On the edge of this forest stood a grand cottage, owned by Abir Rajvansh. Abir Rajvansh – 30 years old, standing 6 feet 2 inches tall, with sharp features, a wheatish complexion, and a dark, commanding aura. On the surface, Abir appeared as a successful businessman, but deep down, his life was a storm of secrets. Cold and ruthless, Abir viewed the world as nothing more than a game to be played. His eyes always reflected a hidden hatred and anger, emotions he had buried deep within. The Personality of Abir Rajvansh Abir’s calm exterior hid a mind constantly at war. His past cast long shadows over his soul, making him indifferent to the emotions of others. To him, people were mere pawns, and those who dared to challenge him often found their lives reduced to ashes. He had never tasted defeat and knew how to erase his enemies in silence, leaving no trace behind. Abir had come to his cottage with a group of friends to celebrate his birthday. But their celebration was interrupted when one of his friends, who had gone near the river, discovered the unconscious girl lying there. Abir was informed immediately. He raised an eyebrow in surprise and said, “A girl? Out here, in this wilderness?” Questions filled his mind, but he knew something unusual was at play. When Abir saw the girl lying there, her lifeless face and disheveled state, he couldn’t take his eyes off her for a moment. There was a strange restlessness in his gaze that he didn’t quite understand. Without hesitation, he ordered his men to carry her inside the cottage. Now, the question loomed—who was this girl, and how had she ended up here? Abir was eager to uncover the truth, but something else stirred in his heart—an unfamiliar emotion that he couldn’t quite place.

"Gu Dai, só me casei contigo para fazer o Vovô feliz. Se outra pessoa tivesse salvo o Vovô, eu teria me casado com ela do mesmo jeito! Não se ache tão importante!" Ao longo dos três anos de casamento, o marido de Gu Dai insultou-a em muitas ocasiões. Ela não teria acreditado que um dia foi mimada e rica se não tivesse de repente recuperado a memória. Por que ela serviu voluntariamente a esse homem por três anos? Esse homem era até desprezível o suficiente para se apaixonar por outra mulher! A primeira coisa que Gu Dai fez após recuperar sua memória foi se divorciar! Rumores se espalharam pela capital que a menina das favelas estava se divorciando do Sr. Song! "Sério? Ela não é uma caça-fortunas?" Todos perguntavam. "Ela está só se fazendo de difícil. Você acha que ela algum dia vai seguir em frente?" Sr. Song perguntou. Logo em seguida, todos descobriram que Gu Dai tinha voltado para a família Gu na capital. Agora ela era a jovem senhora da família mais rica da cidade. Acontece que ela era a jovem senhora da família Gu que tinha desaparecido após um acidente de navio de cruzeiro três anos atrás! "Sr. Song, a Srta. Gu é muito acima do seu nível," todos diziam. "E daí? Ela não sabe planejar o futuro. Tirando dinheiro, ela não tem mais nada," Sr. Song disse. Não muito tempo depois, as pessoas começaram a descobrir as múltiplas identidades de Gu Dai. Ela era uma hacker de grande importância, uma médica milagrosa, a melhor designer do país... Ela era tudo o que Song Ling estava procurando. Quando eles se encontraram novamente, ele a agarrou e implorou com lágrimas nos olhos. "Dai, não me importo se você tem sentimentos por outros. Você pode me deixar ficar ao seu lado mesmo assim?"

[ENTHÄLT REIFEN INHALT! ] (Lies wenigstens die ersten fünfzehn Kapitel, bevor du es wegwirfst) . Anna Sui erwacht aus ihrem betrunkenen Zustand und sieht, wie ihr Freund sie am Vorabend ihrer Hochzeit mit ihrer besten Freundin betrügt. Anna war so untröstlich, dass sie aus dem Haus rannte, aber durch eine unglückliche Wendung des Schicksals hatte sie einen One-Night-Stand mit einem völlig Fremden. . AUSZÜGE, "Anna, wo bist du? Ich versuche schon seit Stunden dich anzurufen, warum ignorierst du meine Anrufe?" Ihr Stirnrunzeln vertiefte sich. "Lass mich in Ruhe Mack, du kannst weiter mit Nari zusammen sein, das ist mir egal." Schrie sie. "Ach bitte hör auf Anna. Du bist meine Freundin und ich verlange es zu wissen. Sag mir nicht, dass du mit einem anderen Mann zusammen bist Ann. Hast du vergessen, dass heute unsere Hochzeit ist?" Bevor Anna etwas sagen konnte, wurde ihr das Telefon entrissen. "Sie gehört jetzt mir. Wenn du von jetzt an anrufst oder störst, was mir gehört, kannst du in der Hölle schmoren." Er erhob sich und warf das Telefon zur Seite. . (IM WETTBEWERB UM DIE FEDER DES AMORS. Unterstütze das Buch, indem du es zur Bibliothek hinzufügst und mit dem Kraftstein abstimmst.)

"Where did he go?" I murmured, realizing I was alone. My heart sank as I scanned the room for any sign of him. But It was just me, an empty wine bottle on the floor, and memories of the night before. I pushed myself up, feeling the dull ache in my body. The alcohol still lingered in my system, and I had no idea how many times we had... well, how many times we had done it. But despite everything, I couldn't deny I had enjoyed it. "You're such an idiot Kim!" I scolded myself, running a hand through my messy hair. "You didn't even ask for his name." I sighed, embarrassed at my recklessness. How could I let myself go low with a stranger like that? I glanced down, realizing I was completely naked. "Oh my gosh!" I yelped, grabbing my dress off the floor and quickly slipping it on... ★★ Humiliated and betrayed, Kimberly Fray's life as a powerful Alpha's daughter of the Moon Stone Pack crumbles when Alpha Derrick of the Night Walkers Pack rejects her. But as she uncovers her true identity, Kimberly finds herself caught between two ruthless Alphas who desire her. Torn between Alpha Derrick, who begins to see her worth too late, and the Alpha King, Kimberly's strength and courage are tested like never before. In a world where love, revenge, and power collide, Kimberly must decide who she truly is, and who she's meant to be with between the two Alphas chosen by the Moon Goddess!

Warning: {Matured content} Before I knew it, he lifted me, setting me on his lap. I tried to move away, but his hold was firm. My pulse quickened as I felt his hands slowly move around my waist. The breath I took next was shaky. "Is that your heart beating so fast, little mouse?" Tristan whispered. "Are you nervous?" His fingers slid downward to my inner thighs, and I held my breath. Heat seeped through my veins, causing an ache between my thighs. I sucked in a gasp as his nails dragged over the heat of my inner thighs. I slowly closed my eyes, leaning back into him. Cool air kissed between my legs. "Say it aloud," he murmured. His face was inches from mine, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. "What?" I asked, my breath ragged. "I know you want me inside you. Say it." .... Cover image belongs to me.

>This is a GL XIANXIA CULTIVATION NOVEL!!!! >No misunderstandings , extremely fast paced romance, No other love interests. >There will be quite a few GL & BL side couples. >This is the story of our two protagonists Mo Yuxin (MC) and Su Yubing(FL) who are bound by a Bond so strong that it transcends reality itself. They are each other's one and only soulmate, their love knows no bound. This is story of their journey to cultivating immortality in a world that is unfair to women , in a world that is wholly dominated by men, where strength is all that matters. Without strength , you don't even get a chance to live peacefully. Our mc Mo Yuxin gets a legendary inheritance from a primordial god who is also one of the oldest gods to live till date and the only one in all of multiverse. This god and her already deceased soulmate decided to leave their inheritance to their only descendant to whom the god's soulmate left a piece of their soul. Watch as how their journey brings about unprecedented changes to the whole world and the multiverse and their sweet and steamy love which will make your tooth ache from sweetness. .. .. Mo Yuxin:- Are you exhausted, baby? Su Yubing:- *glares threateningly* It's all your fault. Mo Yuxin:- what do I do? You're just too delicious ~~ *licking her lips* Su Yubing:- Shameless! *a blushing mess* THIS IS MY VERY OWN WORK.

In a world so different yet so similar to our own, there was magic. Creatures, people, even the ground was made of magic, created by 13 powerful deities. It was an idyllic and just world, with 13 different lands, each separated from another. But one land stood out from the rest. It stood at the center of this world, and was a home for all. The ruler of this land was as idyllic and just as the world. He was an albino king, kind and noble. Many admired him, giving him riches and offerings as if he were one of the holy deities, as ancient as he was loving. This king created a safe kingdom out of crystal, deep in an oasis, where all could worship the deities. Even those forgotten by time... His name was King Lupin, and he was an immortal albino wolfshifter with a past unknown to all. He ruled his kingdom with a gentle hand and protected his people with strength and love. The king was a symbol of hope, and his people were forever grateful for his service. He was a king like no other. Even so... King Lupin longed for something, or rather, someone... His forgotten star who once danced across the night sky eons ago. A star who was no longer worshipped as a powerful deity, previously seen as a symbol of strength, is now erased from history. King Lupin lost his star so long ago, taken from his soft hold by mortality. It pained him for eons, aching his heart and soul... But not all was lost as a strange and sickly young witch named Leo Gale began studying at the castle, causing several misfortunes to incur. First people began to disappear without a trace, then stars fell from the heavens, and relics once held by a forgotten deity were stolen...

“Tell me you don’t feel it too. Tell me you don’t think about it.” I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to find the strength to walk away, to not let this get any further. But when I opened them again and saw the raw emotion in his, I was lost. I couldn’t deny it anymore. “I do,” I whispered, my heart racing as I met his gaze. “But that doesn’t make this okay.” Caden’s thumb continued its soft caress on my cheek, sending sparks down my spine. “I know it doesn’t. But I can’t stay away from you, Anita.” My resolve cracked. In that moment, I hated how much I wanted him, how much I wished things were different. My mind screamed at me to walk away, to leave this mess before it destroyed everything, but my body betrayed me. I leaned into his touch, the space between us shrinking until it was nonexistent. Caden’s lips hovered over mine, his breath warm against my skin. “I shouldn’t do this,” he murmured, but there was no hesitation in the way his hand slipped to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. And then, we were kissing again. This time, it was different—more urgent, more desperate. The kiss was a collision of all the tension, the frustration, and the longing that had been building between us. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him, and I felt the hard planes of his body pressed to mine. I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as the world spun around us. Everything about this felt reckless, dangerous, and yet, I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. The taste of him, the way his lips moved against mine—it was all-consuming. But reality crashed in far too quickly. Caden suddenly pulled back, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine as we both tried to catch our breath. “I can’t… I can’t keep doing this,” he said, though his grip on my waist remained firm, as if he didn’t want to let go. “I know,” I whispered, feeling the weight of our actions settle in my chest. The guilt, the confusion, it all hit me at once. “We’re making things worse.” He stepped back, his jaw clenched. “This has to stop. I need to figure things out with Dami.” I nodded, though my heart ached at the thought. “Yeah. You do.” We stood there in the silence, the moment hanging heavy between us. Everything had changed in an instant, and there was no going back.

Aelina lives her hard as hell life alone with no one to support her after loosing both her parents to a tragic accident. She moved in with an aunt and a niece sister who considered her as nothing but a burden left back for them to cater for. They hated and despised her so much as she endured their daily torrents of insults along with maltreatment. She didn't let the depressing atmosphere they created to trap her into thinking a lot snare her as she was blissful about the turn of event of her life. One evening, she catches her boyfriend who she'd taken as a family mainly because he was the only one that was presently supporting her behind her backs. Trying to forget the painful and heart aching heartbreak, she thought it would be best to drink to stupor drowning herself in misery. In her drunken state, she goes through the event of her pathetic and severely difficult life. How was she going to survive in a excruciating world with no job at hand or doing a single work? That was all meant to be sorted when her parts crosses with Brayden Blackford. The billionaire who was unable to fall in love and weary of women because they where distractions. His world was, 'stay with me and I'll make all your dreams come true' then he dropped a ridiculous offer but she wasn't taking him up on it. How long was she going to resist the endearing opulent figures of it state?

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -

“Lin Yunfeng! Stop right there!” Lin Yunfeng gazed back at the speeding figure behind him. Heart racing, he picked up speed and ran through the abandoned corridor. “You better stop Yunfeng!!” Ren Muchen growled loudly. The little brat was much faster than he had expected. “This is how you wish to face me after you fucking slept with me? Fine! Run then! Let’s see how long you can last,” Panting Lin Yunfeng looked back in panic. “I’m so sorry, it was a mistake. think of it as Stepping on shit. Please forgive me!” he placed a hand on his lower stomach and ran even faster. “Watch out!” Yunfeng gazed ahead in surprise. a half-rotten corpse stood in his way. He came to a screeching halt but the slippery floor made it hard for him to come to a complete stop. He fell unceremoniously face down on the ground. “Fuck,” The zombie jumped onto him with its mouth wide open. Its bloody saliva dripped onto his face. Yunfeng held his breath. He had read about this before but this was the first time he had actually seen an undead. It petrified him. ‘Is this how I die?’ “Growl,” the beast aimed at his neck precisely, Just as he thought his life was coming to an end, a long axe cut through the decayed neck of the Zombie. The heavy zombie fell right on top of him, oozing blood and puss. A hand grabbed him by his collar and lifted him up. “You are not dying, not today, not anytime soon...” Ren Muchen said with a nasty grin/ Yunfeng gulped. Muchen peered into his trembling black eyes coldly. “You know why?” because we are having a baby.” Yunfeng’s hand reflectively went into his tummy. “h-how do you know?” “You knew?! Yet you ran!” Muchen laughed coldly and shook him like a rattle. “Take responsibility you bastard, we created a life that day! “y-yes, I’ll take responsibility!”

"Kiss me," I pleaded needing her more right now than I have ever needed anything in my life. Zora gets close to me and I hold my breath preparing for her to give into my desires. "No, not until you get an answer right," she says and then she backs away leaving me aching for her touch. ••••• Zora Brown is a freshman at the University of Vermont, attending on an academic scholarship with dreams of excelling in hockey. Between her classes, tutoring, and working at the campus library, she's doing everything she can to stay on top. But one thing dominates her mind-becoming the next team captain. Reya Jones, a junior who lives and breathes hockey, isn't about to let Zora take her spot. She's a solid C+ student with no interest in academics, but her position on the team and the captaincy are at risk when her calculus grades start slipping. Desperate, Reya turns to Zora for tutoring, hoping to save her season. Neither of them expected the lines between rivalry and something deeper to blur. Reya only meant to save her grades. She didn't mean to fall for the competition.

After Losing his parent in an accident at the age of 5 and his grandfather who died of old age, Ashwin was living with his bedridden grandmother, he was living a hard life until one day after school Ashwin went to the convenience store to buy something his grandmother asked and on his way back while crossing the road he got hit by a truck and died at the age of 15, or he should have died but when he opens his eyes he saw his parents smiling faces 'A nostalgic voice, the familiar hands full of warmth, the air full of joy and happiness brush past my eyes I opened, the bright light blinding my vision, the silhouette of someone, bringing an ache in my heart, is this a dream, is this reality or a cruel play of destiny'

I find myself gazing into the eyes of a silver werewolf. There's a strange pull between us, yet I can see the disappointment in his eyes. Could it be because of his anger towards my witch lineage? I feel a deep yearning and my heart aches when he says he'll break his bond with me. What is this pain I feel? Witches and werewolves were once allies, or so my grandmother said. But everything changed when one witch cast a love spell on a werewolf, leading to the downfall of the Silver Moon pack. This betrayal sparked a hunt for all witches and warlocks.

Orphaned maid Delma has silently served in the royal household for many months, hiding her dazzling good looks under plain clothes and a wig. Her goal is straightforward-to remain invisible and not be tied down with complications of the palace. But it all changes when King Luis comes upon her while she is bathing in the river and becomes instantly smitten by her beauty. What starts as a passing attraction soon becomes an all-consuming obsession, and Delma is left reeling with the king's advances, pulling her deeper into his world. Forced to become the king's personal maid, Delma struggles to resist his magnetic pull, even as he makes it clear that he considers her his alone. She attempts to discourage him from his enthusiasm, hoping that his passion will wane away; instead, every hour makes Luis more possessive. Queen Alicia becomes suspicious of her husband behaving strangely and feels his closeness an ache of a knife. The queen, however, reassures herself by her father's advice: in order for her to secure her place, she should give the king an heir. Thus, she starts making her own plans to get the affections of the king again, even if this would involve desperate measures. As the tension builds, Delma becomes embroiled in a web of palace intrigue, jealousy, and power play. The plotting of the queen, the relentless pursuit by the king, and the cruel gossip of the maids threaten to overwhelm her. While Luis battles his own conflicting feelings-desiring Delma yet conscious of the pain he inflicts-Delma must draw on her last reserves and take up the fight for her freedom and self-determination. But it is hard to run from a king's grasp, especially when hearts and fates are intertwined. In danger from all sides, Delma will have to make a choice: just how far will she go to protect herself, and is the life she dreams of still within her grasp?.

"Julian, I'm here for you," Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper. Julian's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity. "Emily, you don't know what you're getting yourself into," Julian warned. Emily's heart pounded. "I'm willing to take that risk." ... Julian's face inches from hers, Emily felt the tension build. And then, Julian's lips brushed against hers, sending sparks flying. The kiss deepened, Emily's senses reeling as Julian's lips claimed hers. Time stood still. But suddenly, Julian pulled back, his eyes tormented. "I'm sorry, Emily. I shouldn't have done that," Julian said, his voice laced with regret. Emily's heart ached. "Why not?" Julian's gaze dropped. "You deserve better than me." Emily's hand reached out, her touch gentle on Julian's cheek. "You're worth saving, Julian," Emily whispered. Julian's eyes flashed with surprise, and for a moment, Emily saw a glimmer of hope. ..

SYNOPSIS ‘’You can’t keep doing this princess, you make me ache for you. I want you, I want everything about you, not just your company but your body, all to myself. ‘’he says to her, his hard naked chest brushing against hers. She looks up at him, nervous and confused. Oh, how many things would he have given up to have those rosy lips right where he wanted them. ‘’But you are a dangerous man, you told me I shouldn’t trust you,’’ she says to him innocently. ‘’Oh kitten, I really am a dangerous man, but when it comes to you, all I want to do is fu…’’ ………………………………………….. He is the dangerous mafia king of new york, his world revolves around guns and drug shipments, murders, and everything illegal. The overly handsome lad that owns the heart of all women. But does it help, when a beautiful innocent woman sees something she shouldn’t have. A woman whose memory she lost, has no idea of what danger is, even if it’s a walking masterpiece. Can love prevail where betrayal stands, can lust overcome treachery? Tag along to unravel the mysteries in; THE MAFIA KING’S GIRL

Prologue I was just a wilting flower in my husband's house. I was married just for decoration but now as I got older my beauty is fading away. He has never for once seen me as a woman or loved me. He has cheated on me multiple times with women from outside, our maids, and even my close friends. I was unhappy, but I couldn't leave. After all what garden will want to keep a dying flower? I was just for decoration until he appeared. He was different, kind yet cold, gentle yet dangerous. His gaze alone made my tummy dance with joy. His lust for me burns and sizzles like a roaring wildfire, always consuming, never satisfied until my whole being has been consumed in its fire. However, I knew that someone like him would never be mine. He is a powerful man in society and I was a married woman, two different people. But suddenly it all changed, one glance from him and my life changed, never to be the same. The man I thought would never look at me, ends up touching me, kissing me, exploring my whole body. I thought it would end as a one-night amorous affair, but he keeps wanting more and I can't deny him the pleasure. Before I knew it, I was already too deep in this sinful affair. I should stop, right? But why does this sin feel so good?

Sunroot tells the story of a young man caught between the light of his father’s legacy and the darkness that has overtaken his former friends. Set in a vibrant and whimsical dark fantasy world brimming with extraordinary creatures and powerful forces, the story follows Orin, a boy born with a deep connection to nature, drawing strength from the sun and commanding the growth of plants. At a young age, Orin was kidnapped by a sinister organization known as The Veil, a secretive force that abducts children with unique powers and molds them into weapons for its own mysterious purposes. Orin’s father, Lucian, a legendary hero revered for his heroism and power, has spent years searching for his son, liberating countless children from the clutches of The Veil. But the damage wrought by the organization runs deep—many of the children, once freed, have become corrupted by the horrors they endured. They now roam the world, causing chaos and destruction, without the control that The Veil had once forced upon them. When Lucian finally reunites with Orin, it is clear that his son is no longer the innocent child he remembers. Orin, now a young man, has endured unimaginable trials and witnessed the fall of his friends into darkness. His heart aches not just for his own freedom, but for the redemption of those who have lost their way. Despite his kind and pacifistic nature, Orin takes it upon himself to stop his former comrades, torn between his duty to the world and his desire to save those who have become monsters. As Orin’s journey unfolds, he struggles with the weight of the world on his shoulders. The powers he once thought of as gifts now feel like burdens. His ability to command the natural world is incredible, but it serves as a constant reminder of what he has lost. His connection to the earth, though strong, is not enough to guide him through the moral dilemmas he faces: can his friends truly be saved, or is their redemption beyond his reach? Should he follow in his father’s footsteps as a hero, or carve his own path, uncertain and uncharted? Meanwhile, Lucian, whose powers are fading, must come to terms with the fact that his time as a hero may be coming to an end. He has long hoped that Orin would succeed him as a beacon of hope and light for the world, but he is unsure if his son is ready to bear such a heavy responsibility. Lucian’s faith in his son is unshakable, but he cannot help but fear the outcome of the battles that lie ahead, battles not just of blades and magic, but of the heart and the soul. At its core, Sunroot is a tale of growth, redemption, and the enduring power of hope. Orin’s journey will take him across vast landscapes, from lush forests bathed in water like sunlight to darkened lands ravaged by the remnants of The Veil. Along the way, he will face powerful enemies, haunting memories, and impossible choices. Sunroot is a deeply emotional, imagery rich fantasy that explores themes of loss, healing, and the delicate balance of light and dark. As Orin’s path unfolds, readers will be drawn into a world where the forces of nature themselves come to life, where the line between friend and foe is blurred, and where the greatest battles are not fought with weapons, but in the mind. Author's notes: Updates will be decent now and frequent when my computer is working. This story is for all ages. If you like this story, look at my profile and check out my other(s). Please enjoy my tale of tragedy and redemption.

Mark's world shattered as he witnessed his parents' murder. Adding to his trauma, the murderer of his parents took him in to make him a weapon like his dad. Being weak, he did not resist. His father's dying words ached in his heart: "My son, do whatever you want... You don't owe them anything." Mark struggles through the world, his goal to end the source of strength for this world,sword bonding.

‘Am I hallucinating? Am I dying?’ Marx thought. Perhaps he was seeing visions because he was feverish and his head ached from the contusions he suffered during the crash. He blinked but the vision was still there. He saw a beautiful woman fully naked on the edge of the other side of the spring. Her slightly wavy hair with the color of copper cascaded freely down her slim waist. She raised her arms and dived cleanly into the water. Marx waited but she did not emerged from the water after sometime. Marx chuckled. “How could there be a woman in a jungle in the middle of nowhere?” He heard a growl from behind him and before he can react a big tiger pounced on him. The last thing he remembered was seeing four canines closing in and hearing a loud female voice shouting, “Khalil, stop!” … Discover how Amaya who grew up in the wild copes with the pressure and challenges of returning to the civilized world. Accompany her on her journey to find love, acceptance and recognition in the treacherous human world of betrayal and greed. *** The book cover is not mine. It is a photo of one of the most beautiful actress in my country.

In a world where the realms of Light and Shadow are at constant war, Seraphina, a powerful witch with a dark lineage, and Azrael, the fearsome Demon Prince, are sworn enemies. Bound by a cruel twist of fate and a cursed prophecy, they are forced into an uneasy alliance to prevent the rise of the Endbringer, a being capable of destroying both realms. As their powers grow stronger and the lines between loyalty and love blur, Seraphina and Azrael must confront their deepest fears and darkest secrets. Can they resist the pull of their forbidden bond, or will their love be the key to salvation—or destruction? Excerpt: A Glimpse into the Future The battlefield was silent, the echoes of the war they had fought fading into the night. Seraphina stood before Azrael, her heart pounding, her mind racing with emotions she could no longer suppress. The flicker of dying flames illuminated the space between them, casting shadows on their weary faces. “I can't keep pretending anymore, Azrael,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft wind that swept through the ruins. Her hands trembled as she took a hesitant step forward. “This war, this fight… it’s torn me apart. But what hurts the most is knowing that, despite everything, I—” “Don’t say it,” Azrael interrupted, his voice strained. He looked away, clenching his fists. His demonic eyes flashed with an intensity that made her heart ache. “If you say it, I won’t be able to stop myself. I won’t be able to walk away.” Seraphina took another step, her eyes never leaving his. “Maybe I don’t want you to walk away.” Azrael’s breath caught in his throat. Slowly, he turned to face her, his mask of cold indifference cracking. His hand reached out, trembling slightly, as his fingers grazed her cheek. “Seraphina… I’ve fought it for so long. I’ve told myself you’re my enemy, that we could never—” “But we’re not enemies anymore,” Seraphina interrupted, her voice soft but firm. She closed the distance between them, placing her hand over his. “We’re something else. Something… more.” Azrael swallowed hard, his gaze locked on hers. “I’ve loved you from the moment I realized I couldn’t destroy you. And every day since, I’ve fought that love, afraid of what it would mean. But now… I can’t fight it anymore.” Tears welled up in Seraphina’s eyes as she whispered, “Then don’t.” Their lips met in a kiss filled with the weight of everything they had been through—the battles, the betrayals, the bloodshed—and the promise of everything they could become. But as their love ignited, the distant rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, a dark reminder that their war was far from over. ****End of Excerpt***** Can their love truly survive the chaos that threatens to consume both realms? What will they do when they discover the ultimate price for their bond?

THIS BOOK IS ON HOLD. WILL BE AVAILABLE SOON: IN THE MEAN TIME, CHECK OUT THE RETURN OF HIS EX WIFE "When will you grow up, Jared? This is so annoying. Do you think I didn't hear her setting you up on blind dates? Just because what? I'm now a barren woman? Do you think I like the situation I'm in?" Clarissa spat out her rage. Jared brought a glass of wine to his lips and chugged down the content, letting out a burp. "Well where's the lie?" He said, not meeting her gaze. "Isn't it true? Can you give me a child? Father is getting old, and he always asks for a grandchild. Even mother in her grave must be crying for me right now for marrying wrongly." His words hit her right in the chest like a bullet. Damn it, she might have not even felt anything at all if a real bullet had pierced through her ribcage at a close range.  Tears gathered in her eyes and filled it. "Jared? How can you...how can you say that?" She said in disbelief. If Jared felt an inch sorry, he did not show it. Her chest ached and hurt so hard. Determination hit her bones like hard rock. "Fine. Let's call it off then." She said to herself. There was a pen right there so she signed all necessary place and made sure to grant Jared's wish. She'll leave him and start a new life for herself. ——— Clarissa Hart is a great housewife who has loved her husband, Jared, for almost half of her life. However, all of her love and respect for him was shattered after he mistreats her and let his sister, Desdra, humiliate her. After the pain and torture was too much, Clarissa finally granted his wish and filed for a divorce. Now, Clarissa will be in charge of her own destiny now, and now, her confidence and charms will be a weapon to knock down everyone who had ever looked down on her.

"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, who was the crown prince and heir to the throne of the kingdom Brennedon, and a beautiful young lady, Special Agent Lauren who also is a powerful witch from a very powerful witch bloodline whose destinies were intertwined to save the supernatural realm. will the witches put their century year old fued and animosity against the Brennedon vampires aside to save the supernatural realm or will they allow their hate consume the whole realm? journey with me as we travel the realm of the supernatural.

I'm not Grace Finley. I can't remember my actual name anymore. I'm afraid I might forget what my family looks like, I miss them. I need to go back to my life. I want to go back to my life. Forget my overnight Cinderella status, I'm a wife?! Who married me without my knowledge?! My husband, The Grand Prince, happens to be the richest, most feared and most admired man in all of Valoria. His harsh words don't match his kind gestures. And he has got quite a handsome face. Also, did I mention that he is popular despite being the husband of someone? I won't surprised if he happens to have a secret cult of followers/admirers. Anyway, He is a kind man, that's all you have to know. As of now, my only way back seems to be the god of this world. So I first asked him politely, I truly was polite, I'm not lying! But with no reply to my polite inquires, I proceeded to commit blasphemy on my first public outing, and threatened to commit genocide but to no avail. At least tell me the reason for bringing me here, You damn god! I spoke in a 'very flowery' language that was not meant for children and always cursed him to my heart's content but I wasn't struck by lightning. I seriously don't want this privilege okay? Finally, The story of the body I possessed... I don't know. The only onslaught I felt was the severe head and body aches after opening my eyes in this body. I didn't mind until I learned that I woke up from an incident that was an attempt to take my life but covered up as an accident. If only I could find the perpetrator, I would like to encourage them to make another attempt and cooperate as long as it is painless. No memories, People after my life, a family to look after and a kingdom to rule, I have never been this responsible in my entire life! Is this a punishment for living the privileged life of the youngest child in the family? I'm only nineteen for god sake! Let me live!

if you love dramas,you'll love this. "My beautiful Margaret," Lewis uttered, his palm grazing my cheek. His eyes bore into mine, a mixture of sorrow and regret. "At least you used to look beautiful before we got married." His words hung in the air, heavy with disappointment. The room seemed to close in on me, the walls suffocating. What had happened to us? Was our love merely a facade, a beautiful lie? "I am in love with Ariana," Lewis confessed, his voice barely audible. "We've been together for a long time, and it's her my heart now yearns for." My heart clenched. Ariana—my best friend. The revelation struck me like a lightning bolt. How had I missed the signs? How had our love unraveled so completely? I sank to my knees, tears streaming down my face. The pain was unbearable, a raw ache that threatened to consume me. Lewis sighed, the sound echoing through the room, and then he walked away. In that moment, my world shattered. Love had betrayed me, and friendship had crumbled. I was left with nothing but the remnants of a broken heart, wondering if any of it had ever been real.

**{WARNING: This is Mature content.}** The tension in the air was clear, matching the fiery gaze of Zephyros as he loomed over the quivering prince, his breath scorching against Owen's exposed skin. Every word that fell from his lips carried a weight that seemed to press down on them, each syllable dripping with fierce determination that sent a delicious shiver down Owen's spine. "I will claim you as my own, my bride and my soul, Prince Owen Rykhard, no matter the cost. Heaven and Hell themselves will not stand in my way..." Owen's heart raced in his chest, his body thrumming from the sheer power of Zephyros's words. There was a primal, ancient allure in his eyes, a force that pulled at Owen's very core, beckoning him closer even as his instincts screamed for him to resist. The magnetic pull between them was undeniable, drawing them together in a dance of lust. Escape was impossible. Neil (Owen) was bound to a mission to locate the twelve shattered shards of the Demon King's soul and reforge them to prevent a cataclysmic end. The stakes were unimaginably high, as the universe would cease to exist if the shards became unstable. Neil navigated through perilous worlds with his fairy system, carrying the weight of his burden and the ache in his heart from memories of the Demon King he once loved. Would he find peace with his beloved in this world, or be left alone with the ghost of his past? Owen felt a spark ignite within him as Zephyros's touch brushed against his cheek, signaling a battle of hearts and worlds with an uncertain outcome. Love and fate intertwined in a world where heaven and hell blurred, and the greatest victory lay in winning the heart of the one destined to be protected.

My gaze fell on a slender mortal girl with short dark hair and glowing brown eyes. She looked like she was about to cry, and soon enough, she began sobbing. I glanced at the heaps of bodies around her—were they her companions? Why was she crying? This was war, and their fate was sealed the moment they entered my domain. I tilted my head, resting it on my hand as I studied her. There was something different about her, something I couldn’t quite figure out. Why did I feel a flicker of pain, an emotion, from my pitch-black heart? It shouldn’t be possible—my heart was dead. I was sure of that. Yet, she walked toward my castle, forcing herself closer with each step. Her foundation was weak, far weaker than the knights I had just slain. I channeled my cosmic bolt, aimed to kill, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I tried, but she kept moving forward, weeping uncontrollably. The ache inside me grew as she finally reached me, collapsing and embracing me, her cries so loud they seemed to echo in my soul. I was frozen, unsure of what to do. Emotions I thought long dead came crashing back. She sniffled and cried out, “Come home, big brother. Please come home with me.” She cuddled closer, and a warmth spread through me. I felt a warm liquid on my cheeks—tears. I realized I was crying. “Please, big brother, let’s go home,”

【Rebirth + Cool Story + Daily Life + Cunning + Lighthearted + Subverting Tropes + Single Female Lead + Pure Love】 "This is a paradise for the strong and a graveyard for the weak." Overworked employee Su Huai wakes up to find himself transported to a perilous immortal realm where the strong prey on the weak. After stumbling through seven lifetimes of tragic deaths and rebirths, and without the favor of any system, he finally relies on his past experiences to cautiously rise to the sixth place in the world. One moonless and windy night, a drunken Su Huai chases an assassin and accidentally enters the secluded bamboo forest of an empress-level cultivator, with whom he had a past argument, and accidentally sets her house on fire. Consequently, the legend of the invincible empress who slays any challenger in one strike begins to spread. Upon sobering up, Su Huai finds himself staring at the familiar yet strange ceiling of his family home, looking at his seventeen-year-old self, still a failure, in the mirror. His heart suddenly aches. "Am I... reborn againnnnnnnnn!?" --------------------------------------- trust me ,you will love this novel.