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The full-dive online game Horizon is released, and the apocalypse is drawing near. The protagonist is reborn and binds a system that activates a hidden class: the Master of Luck. Horizon is universally acknowledged as the game with the lowest drop rates in human history. Even for the lowest-tier gray-quality gear, players must kill thousands of monsters before it even has a chance to drop… Low drop rates? No problem. The protagonist has a guaranteed drop system, where every probability is covered! Every monster will drop a gray-quality item, five monsters guarantee a white-quality item, ten monsters guarantee a green-quality item, and twenty monsters guarantee a blue-quality item… While others are frantically bidding for a white-quality item at the auction house, the protagonist is already fully equipped in legendary gear, rampaging through BOSS kills with ease!

“Mine. You” his crooked words said in a deep voice, carrying a hint of evilness echoed through the silent hall. As he gazes at the petite woman he trapped in his arms, he saw her beautiful dark whirlpool eyes flashing in extreme brilliance. Her dark eyes flickered, instead of being scared, she stared right into his dangerous bloody red eyes, chuckling lowly while raising her brows in provocation, “Can you make me though?” _ Chaira Traus spent her first life being bullied by her classmates, used as a cash cow by her friends, abused by her family and in-laws and treated as a plaything by her fiancée. She was used and exploited for all her use before she was left with nothing. Going back home while walking after being dropped off in the middle of the road by her fiancé, her unlucky first life ended with the bus running frantically towards her. Being reborn again means she cannot live in the same sequence as in her first life, focusing herself to study hard in everything to slap everyone faces with grace, she found herself studying medicine, hacking, business, martial arts calligraphy and even was able to enter the underground business without any hesitation, as long as she can study it, she studied and entered it. Mastering those things in 10 years, she was about to take things to the next level when she found out… she died, again, from over studying things. At the age of 45, she was without a husband and any heir to take on her mantle. Before she was to grieve her ridiculous death that happened for the second time, she was reborn for the third time. This time, Chaira vowed that she will not die because of ridiculous events. For this life, she will do the things that she can’t do on her past two life, she will have an heir, countless heir that would take on the skills she studied hard on her second life, as for husband? Who needs that. Adopted babies to train are more desirable than having a kid with a possible cheating husband. But first, she got to solve this family first that were trying to marry her to a playboy.

Hey guys, Author-san here. This here is a rebellion themed novel. It's actually my first one. I can promise you a journey filled with action, adventure, tragedy, a bit of romance and some aura - farming. It might be shaky at first but stay with me on this journey. Synopsis: In a world ruled by gods, humans live only to obey. The Divine Bond, a sacred ritual performed at the age of twelve...determines a person’s worth. To bond with a god is to be blessed; to fail is to be condemned. Kayden was born a failure. Or so he thought. At thirteen years old, he has already endured three bonding ceremonies. Three times, the gods rejected him. 'Bad-blood' was what people like him were called. The Divine Order...... an organization of god-loving frantics. They act as the carriers of the law of the gods. They purge all that which his unholy and unpure in their eyes. When the Divine Order comes to purge the unclean, they do not show mercy. Kayden watches as his family is slaughtered, his home reduced to ashes—all because of him. Because of his weak state. In that moment of despair, something awakens inside him. A power older than the gods themselves. A power that should not exist. Now, marked for death and hunted by the very forces that rule the world, Kayden has one purpose...vengeance. With the help of a rogue mentor and a growing band of outcasts—others like him, some sharing his ideals, the forgotten and the broken—he builds a rebellion. Their goal? To tear down the Divine Order, brick by bloody brick. But as Kayden’s power grows, so does the truth. The gods are not just distant rulers—they are puppeteers, weaving a grand design that demands human suffering. And Kayden? He is the flaw in their plan. The spark that could burn their divine empire to the ground. The question is no longer if he will challenge the gods. It’s whether a mortal boy, armed with nothing but rage and a power he doesn’t fully understand, can survive long enough to kill them. #NO SYSTEM #NO NTR #NO HAREM

"would you be mine forever?" those words were gold to horn- ehhm! ripe teenager Kyle Conner. "Yes!" He frantically nodded, drooling at nothing short of a goddess in front. "Then you'll have to sign this contract." "T-that's it? hell yeah!" without thinking twice he signed the paper. Acquiring his perverted fantasies along with a price of becoming a demon. Thrust into a mythical world with a strange system, Kyle Conner must grow stronger. Alongside his harem of beautiful seductive beings. Unlocking buried secrets of his past and realms beyond. While on the run from Lucifer, the demon king himself.

In the dark, decrepit city of Lornwood, where shadows danced with malevolent glee and whispers of the past lingered in the air like a foul stench, a young man named Alex woke up with a start. His heart raced as he frantically looked around the dimly lit room, trying to make sense of his surroundings. A strange sensation coursed through his veins, a cold chill that seemed to seep into his very soul. He felt like he was being watched, like unseen eyes followed his every move. The room itself felt alive, pulsating with a sinister energy that sent shivers down his spine. As Alex tried to collect his thoughts, a sudden voice echoed in his mind, chilling him to the core. "Welcome, Alex, to the Horror System.

In her teenage years, Elena Millicent is a tomboyish extrovert who thrives on mischief. Preferring boys' clothes, she enjoys roughhousing and wrestling with her friends, embodying both a feminine and adventurous spirit. While she has a few loyal companions, most girls view her with disdain, opting for more traditional cliques. To the popular girls, she's simply a weirdo. One fateful day, during a visit to her best friend's house, Elena shares an unexpected make-out session that leaves her late for curfew. Consequently, she faces a week-long punishment, confined indoors and missing out on her friends. Despite her frustration, she finds solace in FaceTiming them to discuss her predicament, promising to meet up next week. Suddenly, a loud crash shatters the calm, followed by her parents' frantic shouts from downstairs. When Elena investigates, she's confronted with a shocking scene that alters her life forever, revealing dark secrets tied to her family. In that moment, her sweet nature begins to give way to something more ruthless, as she realizes the world she thought she knew is more dangerous than she ever imagined.

Sarah, a resilient young orphan, works tirelessly to pay for her younger brother’s life-saving treatment. When Mrs. Mara, a wealthy and calculating woman, offers to cover the bills in exchange for Sarah pretending to be her stepson’s girlfriend, Sarah reluctantly agrees, unaware of the deadly game she’s stepped into. Victor, haunted by the recent loss of his parents, lives shut off from the world, angry and emotionally guarded. Sarah enters his life under false pretenses but soon discovers a deeper side of him, a man who is broken, but not beyond healing. As their fake relationship blossoms into real love, Sarah starts to feel alive for the first time in years. Just when things begin to feel hopeful, Sarah learns the horrifying truth; Mrs. Mara hired her to lure Victor into a trap meant to kill him, seeing him as the obstacle to inheriting his parent’s fortune. Torn between guilt and love, Sarah tries to back out. But Mrs. Mara plays her final card, threatening Sarah with her brother’s safety. In fear, Sarah break’s Victor’s heart and disappears. Suddenly, her brother mysteriously vanishes from the hospital. Frantic, Sarah confronts Mrs. Mara, only to be met with cold denial -- Mrs. Mara claims she had nothing to do with the kidnapping. Left with no options, Sarah starts her own desperate search, hitting dead ends. With nowhere left to turn to, she finally confesses everything to victor, hoping for his help. But the damage is done. Feeling devastated and betrayed, Victor cuts her off, leaving her to face the consequences of both her secrets and her helplessness alone. Now, Sarah is alone and heartbroken, with everything at stake. She must find her missing brother before it’s too late, and somehow win back Victor’s trust and love, despite the betrayal. But the clock is ticking, and questions swirls with no clear answers: Who took her brother? Who is really behind the plan to ruin Victor? Will love be enough to heal what deception has broken?

In the shadowy depths of the Underworld, Queen Zalara, a being of immense power, dies giving birth to her heiress. Her demise triggers a cosmic eclipse, a testament to her inherent might. In a desperate act to evade eternal damnation, Zalara performs the forbidden Alchemy of Souls, seeking a new vessel. She awakens in the human realm, disoriented and horrified to find herself inhabiting Lyra, a blind, feeble orphan girl, rescued and cared for by her kind grandmother, Elara, in the quiet village of Noldor. Zalara, trapped within Lyra's weak form, grapples with the indignity of a mundane human life. Her frustration boils until the night of a Full Moon, when her true power surges, transforming her into a primal, hungry werewolf. This terrifying freedom allows her to roam and hunt, causing mysterious "mishaps" in Noldor. The village's unrest reaches Emperor Fëanor III and his formidable wife, Queen Isolde. The Emperor seeks the wisdom of Master Alderon, the spirit guide, to cleanse the village, but Isolde, a master of forbidden magic and alchemy, harbors a dark secret and actively obstructs Alderon's efforts. She knows precisely what Zalara is, fearing exposure. Lyra's unassuming presence catches the eye of Crown Prince Aerion, who, charmed by her, invites her and Elara to the Royal Palace. This grants Zalara unprecedented access to the court, fueling her suspicion of Queen Isolde. Lyra, now pregnant with Aerion’s child and falling deeply in love, discovers a shocking truth: Isolde bears the mark of the Alchemy of Souls. Zalara's investigation uncovers Isolde's true identity—Shaman Choi, who usurped the real queen’s body years ago. As Isolde's borrowed form begins to decay, she frantically seeks a new vessel, leading to a climactic confrontation during another soul-transfer ritual. The powerful Ice Stone, reacting to Zalara’s presence, isolates them all, revealing Zalara's full form and the suppressed soul of Lyra. The ultimate twist: Lyra is the original, rightful Queen Isolde. Zalara must now choose between reclaiming her throne in the Underworld or embracing her new life, love, and child in the human realm, knowing her own vessel's decay is inevitable.

In our world, where the barriers between universes are fading, a mysterious phenomenon known as "echoes" appears. These are not hallucinations, but actual sensory interferences from parallel worlds, intruding on people's consciousness with visions, sounds, and smells from places they have never visited. Amidst this perceptual chaos, theoretical physicist Adam finds himself immersed in these echoes, threatened with losing his mind, but he holds the key to understanding this Unprecedented phenomenon. His journey takes him to the office of the calm and intelligent psychiatrist Laila, who soon realizes that Adam's condition goes beyond the bounds of conventional medicine. Together, they embark on a frantic search for Dr. Elias, the forgotten astrophysicist who predicted this phenomenon, only to discover a terrifying truth: a mysterious entity called "The Collector" seeks to merge universes, threatening to end existence as we know it. "Echo of Existence" is not just a science fiction story; it's a profound journey into the depths of human consciousness and the multiverse. The mysteries of cosmic physics intertwine with the deepest human emotions, and a lighthearted romance develops between Adam and Laila, becoming a driving force in their fight against the fate of the universe. With each long, detailed chapter, you're immersed in a world where realities overlap, question the nature of reality itself, and discover that love may be the most powerful force in the universe. Prepare for an epic journey that transcends the boundaries of time and space, where every echo holds a secret, and every decision determines your fate.

Fourteen-year-old Gordon has always dreamed of being a hero. Despite being an orphan, he finds joy and comfort in the company of his non-biological sister, Edith. One day, while immersed in his favorite hero comic, *Light Spear,* in the school library, Gordon is jolted into action when he sees Edith cornered by high school bullies outside. Fueled by anger and determination, he rushes to her aid, grabbing their attention by hurling rocks. The confrontation quickly escalates into a frantic chase, leading Gordon into a narrow alley with no escape in sight. Desperately seeking a way out, he spots an open door and darts inside, only to find himself plunging into an unexpected and mysterious fall, spiraling into the unknown... This thrilling journey marks the beginning of Gordon's adventure, where his dreams of heroism will be put to the ultimate test.

"Don't stop, don't stop," Ria chanted under her breath as she sprinted across the street. Mrs. Clara's house was only minutes away-if only she could move faster. Her heart drummed a frantic rhythm, and her throat was parched, desperate for water. Yet, she didn't stop. She couldn't-not even if she tried. Her face bore the marks of dried tears, intermingled with the powder her mother had dusted on her cheeks that morning. Mother! The word reverberated in her ears, triggering a cascade of fresh tears. At last, the old brown door of Mrs. Clara's house came into view. Summoning a burst of energy, her muscles cried out for rest, and her heart felt like it was on the verge of leaping out of her chest. Ria hammered on the door with all her might. It swung open with a gentle creak, revealing an elderly woman garbed in a white uniform, a nurse's cap sitting atop her head. The woman's eyes widened in confusion as she gazed upon the weary girl before her, extending her arms to steady the trembling figure. Ria's feet were bare, bloodied from her desperate journey, her face a mosaic of sorrow etched by tears. For a moment, Mrs. Clara stood frozen, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Then, as Ria's choked gasps filled the silence, instinct took over. The seasoned nurse sprang into action, her years of experience guiding her swift response. She hurried to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water, which she pressed into Ria's hands. Ria downed the water in one large gulp, to the older woman's amazement, and at last, her voice returned. Clutching Mrs. Clara's hand tightly, her eyes filled with a desperate plea. "My mother, you have to help my mother."

After finding his wife and son dead, a boy is falsely accused of their murder. In a frantic escape, he is shot and left dying, consumed by guilt and regret. In his final moments, he meets a mysterious woman who offers him a chance to be reborn, free of painful memories—all his memories—but with all the skills he’s learned. She urges him to protect those he loves in his next life. As darkness takes him, he faces the uncertain future of a new life, unsure if it's a chance for redemption or an escape from his past.

Xu Haoran is the unwanted son-in-law of the Wu family—a man mocked, ignored, and treated like a servant in his own home. His wife, Wu Yuting, barely speaks to him, and her mother, Zhao Ailin, makes no effort to hide her contempt. Every day, he cooks, cleans, and endures their coldness without complaint. But everything changes one evening when Zhao Ailin receives a frantic call: Wu Yuting has been hit by a car and is in critical condition at the hospital. Rushing there in shock and fear, she’s stunned to learn it was Xu Haoran who carried her daughter in and stayed by her side. As Wu Yuting fights for her life, old grudges resurface. Zhao Ailin lashes out at Haoran, blaming him for everything, but for once, Haoran stands his ground—not with anger, but with quiet strength that leaves Zhao Ailin shaken. His words suggest that Wu Yuting’s accident may not have been random… and that she might have been trying to protect someone. Later, as Haoran walks the hospital corridors, a strange woman approaches him. She knows his name—and she says she’s been looking for him.

Ethan's head throbbed violently as he opened his eyes, his vision hazy and unfocused. A dull ringing filled his ears, drowning out his thoughts. "What’s happening…?" he thought, his mind sluggish, struggling to catch up with reality. One moment, he was asleep—or at least, he thought he was—and the next, searing pain forced him awake. His vision swam, shapes blurring together in a disorienting mess. But then, muffled noises filtered through the haze—frantic, panicked sounds. Someone was trying to scream, their voice smothered, choked by something. A cold shiver ran down his spine. As his sight gradually sharpened, Ethan's breath hitched. He was on all fours, looming over someone. A girl. Her body twisted and writhed beneath him, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was gagged, muffling her cries. Her wide brown eyes, brimming with fear and fury, glared up at him. Ethan's body locked in place, his blood running cold. "What the…?" His mind reeled, thoughts slamming into each other in chaotic disarray. "What kind of bizarre dream is this?" Panic clawed at his chest. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as he scrambled backward, only to realize his limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, like they didn’t belong to him. "Is this… is this some kind of twisted fantasy I never knew I had?" A sickening thought slithered through his mind, making his stomach churn. The girl's frantic squirming slowed for a moment, her gaze flickering with confusion as she took in his expression—his trembling hands, his wide, horrified eyes. But the fear returned just as quickly. She struggled harder, her body arching, her muffled screams rising in pitch. Ethan wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but before he could force out a word, a glowing blue window materialized before his eyes. His breath caught. A translucent, hovering screen? "What…?" Lines of glowing text scrolled across its surface. --- [System Activated…] [Host Confirmed.] [Simulating Previous Data…] Ethan awakens in a mysterious world, shackled by a curse that clouds his judgment and drives him toward choices he never wished to make. Burdened by guilt and responsibility, he must navigate the fallout of his actions while unraveling the truth behind the curse—and his place in this enigmatic new reality.

**Kento**, a boy with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, befriends **Kazuma**, who moves in for cheap rent. Their bond frays as Kento's condition worsens. Kento falls for **Arisa**, who initially seems caring but later reveals her cruel nature, mocking his illness. When Kento's health deteriorates, Kazuma frantically seeks funds for his treatment. Overhearing Arisa's mockery, a distraught Kazuma snaps and kills her. The story concludes with Kazuma consumed by despair and the tragic consequences of his actions.

Makoto, an ordinary high school student, is on his way home when he notices a little girl lost in the crowded streets. She’s frantically looking for her older sister Tachinaba. Moved by her distress, Makoto gently helps her search, reassuring her that everything will be okay. When Tachinaba finally finds them, she's deeply grateful to Makoto for comforting and guiding her sister back safely. What Makoto doesn’t realize is that this small act of kindness is about to become the turning point of his high school life.

The hum of the coffee shop was like any other a blend of clinking cups, hushed conversations, and the soft swish of the barista’s apron as they moved behind the counter. Adrian strode in, his sharp gaze barely flicking toward the order board as he walked past the line of people. His mind was preoccupied, his phone held firmly in one hand, eyes scanning through an email from his company’s legal team. He was too distracted by his thoughts to notice the petite figure standing in his path until it was too late. A gasp broke through the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of liquid splashing. Adrian's body jerked, the scalding hot coffee sloshing onto his dark gray suit just as his phone flew out of his hand. “Shit!” came the voice, soft but hurried, as the person in question scrambled to steady their own coffee cup and avoid more damage. Adrian barely had time to react as a small figure stepped back, eyes wide with panic. "I.I’m so sorry!" The voice trembled, and Adrian finally looked up to meet the wide, apologetic eyes of the person who had crashed into him. His gaze softened as he saw the clear panic on the other person’s face. The person in front of him was a young man slender, with messy dark hair and a few stray strands falling into his face. His eyes, a warm shade of brown, flicked nervously from the coffee splattered on Adrian’s suit to Adrian’s face. His lips parted in a silent apology as he clutched the coffee cup, looking for something to say, but the words seemed to fail him. Adrian’s frown deepened, his suit already ruined, but the surprise of the moment faded quickly. He tilted his head slightly, giving the man a once-over. "Are you alright?" Adrian asked, voice calm yet with an edge of amusement, despite the ruined suit. He reached for the napkins on the counter to dab at the coffee stains. The guy blinked rapidly, as if processing Adrian’s question. “Yeah, I... I mean, yeah, but oh god, your suit! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention!” His hands fluttered in the air awkwardly as he stepped forward, his movements frantic. Adrian couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s fine, really. I’ve had worse.” His voice held a quiet authority, but something in his expression softened. He took a breath and added, “Not the first time something like this has happened.” The young man Kai, as Adrian now saw on his name tag bit his lip and exhaled a shaky breath. "I'm so embarrassed. I swear, I’m usually more careful." He finally seemed to calm down a little, though his nervousness lingered. Adrian couldn’t resist. “Seems like you’re a little distracted. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Kai blinked again, almost flustered. "Huh? Oh. Just... life, you know?" He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Work stuff... which is apparently bad luck today.” He pointed toward the stain on Adrian’s suit, his fingers twitching nervously. Adrian’s eyebrow arched. “Work stuff, huh? What do you do?” Kai hesitated for a moment. “Uh... marketing. At... uh, a company. Not nearly as cool as... whatever it is you do.” Adrian chuckled again, shaking his head. “I’ll say this, though: I’m not in the marketing game. I’m actually... not great with people, so let’s just say you got me at a good moment. A coffee spill’s the least of my problems today.” His voice was smooth, almost teasing as he finally took in Kai’s nervousness. Kai looked embarrassed but a little relieved. “Well, if it helps, I’ll pay for a new suit?” “Too much of a hassle,” Adrian replied. “But you do owe me a drink. How about we get one sometime this weekend?” Kai blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Wait, you mean... after spilling coffee all over you?” Adrian smiled, a sly glint in his eyes. “Well, if you’re willing to make it up to me, why not?” Kai’s hesitation was palpable, but there was a playful curiosity there now, his shoulders relaxing as he gave a half-hearted laugh. “I’ll be honest, I wasn't expecting that...

Humans are weak. Yet, harm the people they love, and they become fiercer than any demon.~ Unknown. ____________ "Heavenly Sword! Give it up and surrender! There is no longer any way for you to win this!" Sweat fell down his brow as Hiroyuki stood in a sea of enemies. Extremely fatigued from fighting by himself non-stop. The man wondered how the situation could be turned around. Despite being called Heavenly Sword, it was almost impossible to win against an entire continent alone. Yet even in the face of death, he refused to surrender. Hiro forced himself to stand using his swords for support. He then nonchalantly answered. "Can't, I promised my girls I would come home early today. They will be sad if I am late." Suddenly, three gorgeous women appeared beside him, surprising everyone else. The army grew wary as they phased in like ghosts, despite the man being surrounded by enemies. Beautiful, alluring, and overflowing in both power and sex appeal. The women made thousands of boners stand up in respect. "Darling, we had a date! Look at how bloody you are! Why do you need to worry me like this?" "Shush, can't you see he is injured? My love hold still, I will heal your wounds." "Husband. Pain? Rest. We cooked. Lots of food. Eat later. Now, we'll kill enemies." "But, I can still fight, I will take point... " The wives supported him to take a seat. Each beauty then gave him deep and passionate kisses one after another in a display of lust and desire. Three confident voices assured him afterwards. "Darling, so long as you are with me, I will never lose to anyone. Wait for us, rest for now." "My love, your wellbeing is most important. We made your favorites, let's celebrate at home later. please let us take out the rubbish okay?" "Husband rests. Husband strong. But wife worries. Be obedient. Safe. Reward later." It was obvious to everyone how much they loved their husband. Silenced by the passion of his women, the man quietly waited, defeat wasn't even a possibility. After tending to their beloved, the wives turned to face the army surrounding Hiro. The ravishing women then began to unleash power that made the skies quake and the earth shatter. "I count a hundred thousand. As we are all extremely pissed, how about a game to make it interesting? The winner gets to keep darling for an entire Saturday. Deal?" "...Please make it the entire weekend including nights. They laid hands on the man I love the most. Their lives are mine." "Don't bother. Livid. I will win. Weekend sex. Creampies. My rewards. You girls rest. No longer needed." The commander who saw the three women display tyrannical powers grew frantic. Aside from being an unmatched swordsman, his superior told him that the target had a factor even more important to consider. "Listen carefully! When you hunt the Heavenly Sword remember one thing. Do everything possible to separate him from his battle harem. Fight him alone. ALONE! UNDERSTAND?! "If his women are with him, retreat immediately! Do not engage them period!" "But..." *SLAP* "NO BUTS! HIS WOMEN SHOW UP, YOU HAUL ASS! DO I MAKE MYSELF ABSOLUTELY CLEAR?!" Finally understanding the words of his superior. The commander was about to order a retreat. However, something instantaneously blew his head apart. The sounds similar to a watermelon violently exploding forced the entire army to halt. As blood, flesh and brain matter rained around the area of the former leader, a cold voice spoke amid the silence. "One." "Oh, come on! We haven't even started yet!" "Cheating bad. Saint image weeping." "Two." "....." Thus began a one-sided massacre involving 100,000 men against three very vengeful women. This was only one of such stories surrounding the strongest force to ever walk the lands of the Valorious continent. The Battle Harem of the Heavenly Sword *Cover Commissioned from suryabaswara516*

Imagine My Hero Academia mixed with The Boys mixed with True Detective Season 1. A young superhero and his friends helps grow a superhero agency by scouting and recruriting young heroes. Also building up there reputation as a hero agency throughout the city. Meanwhile they are being hunted down by a secret villain organization that has ties to superhero trafficking and has killed many heroes recently. Our main characters are frantically investigating the group and there ties before more heroes lose there life. The protagonist Maxxey's father was a top 25 ranked hero and one day died mysteriously while on a mission. Maxxey main goals are to uncover what happen to his father while honoring him by become a great hero like he was.

Gregory Evans is called to investigate a terrorist attack and discovers that a radical Islamic group has been recruiting young people to carry out attacks in various locations in New York and there is only one person who can help him in the investigation, an enemy from the past. In a journey marked by deaths and secrets hidden in political relations, Gregory Evans finds clues that will bring him face to face with a shocking revelation and the astonishing truth that we have ignored for so long. Racing against time, Gregory Evans and the Italian mafia enter into a frantic hunt for religious and political assassins, and unravel enigmas, following a trail that may lead to the secret lair where lies the only hope of saving New York City, before it collapses.

And Then They Were Gone It started with a few disappearances—people vanishing without a trace, dismissed as isolated incidents. But soon, entire towns were swallowed whole. When a group of curious high schoolers ventures into one of these ghost towns, they too vanish, sparking frantic searches that end in heartbreak. As the disappearances spread, cities crumble into silence. Governments fall dark, news broadcasts cut off mid-sentence, and the world watches in horror as friends, family, and neighbors dissolve into thin air. Panic and paranoia grip the remaining survivors, desperate for answers. Unknown to them, the missing have not simply vanished—they’ve been pulled into a fractured mirror of Earth, a parallel realm bathed in an oppressive red haze and crawling with horrors beyond imagining. This nightmarish world—The Red Veil—is a distorted echo of reality, where monsters stalk the streets, and even the undead fear to tread near the shadowed cities. As reality itself begins to unravel, the few who remain must confront not only the terrifying creatures that hunt them, but the chilling mystery of the creature that started it all—a malevolent force born from a failed government experiment, whose sinister smile haunts the edges of existence. In a world where hope is scarce and survival uncertain, where shadows stretch long and the creature that began it all watches with a chilling grin… who will find a way back? And who will be lost forever…?

# highpower The most ancient myth of the world emerged again. Countless realism started to converge and intertwine. The dark side of the world slowly and quietly emerged. Monks advocated the ethos that blood and flesh are painful yet weak, but our minds and souls are eternal. There were also martial artists who showed off their powerful bodies and their determination for invincibility. Lu Ren watched the changes that were happening n the world and breathed frantically. “Ding, because you have been breathing non-stop for the past 26 years, you suddenly had some epiphany and learned the breathing training method.” Upon hearing the notification in his mind, Lu Ren hesitantly waved his sword around.” “Ding, because you waved and poked your sword around, you suddenly had an epiphany, and successfully learned basic sword techniques.” A long time later, as he looked at the army invading from the alien world, he raised his sword and struck out. Instantly, endless waves of turbulent air ravaged the space. Wherever that waves of air went, mountains collapsed and rivers were ravaged. The waves continued to destroy the army and strike toward the alien world. The entire alien world shattered and was completely destroyed with countless blasts and explosions, then slowly dissipated in the air.

Awakening beneath the waves, a stone giant rises from the depths, its body sculpted by nature itself, covered in cracks and crowned with trees. Confused and disoriented, it towers over an island teeming with life—a place where animals roam without fear of its enormous presence. But as sunlight warms its rocky frame, fragments of a life lost begin to flicker in its mind: memories of a man, hurrying through a crowd, a frantic rush to catch a train, and a fatal fall onto the tracks. Haunted by these flashes of a former existence, the giant questions its purpose. Is this some form of afterlife? Or has it been reborn as an ancient being tied to the earth? With each step across the island, it senses a pull to uncover its origins, piecing together who—or what—it once was. As it explores this wild land, the giant begins to discover powers bound to the earth, abilities it never could have imagined. Yet, even as it connects to the natural world, the giant feels echoes of its past humanity, a lingering sense of loss and purpose that drives it forward. Through encounters with the island’s creatures and the mysterious forces surrounding it, the stone giant embarks on a journey to rediscover its identity, bridging the gap between its human soul and its newfound, towering form of rock and and root.

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

My hands trembled, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ribs as Liam Romano slid the ring onto my finger. White gold. Flawless diamonds. Cold and unfeeling—just like the man who now owned me. For most, a wedding ring symbolized love, devotion, a future built on choice. For me, it was a prison. A silent contract that stripped away my name, my freedom, my very identity. Emily Carter no longer existed. I was Emily Romano now. A pawn in a game played by ruthless men. A caged bird with no escape. I should have run when I had the chance. Now, as the most powerful figures of the New York and Chicago Famiglias watched in chilling silence, escape was nothing more than a distant dream. There were no second chances. No mercy. In our world, a marriage didn’t end unless a body hit the ground—and I knew whose body that would be if I dared to run. This wasn’t love. This was war. A treaty forged in blood. A fragile truce between two criminal empires standing at the edge of destruction. The Bratva were circling like vultures, waiting for a weakness, a reason to strike. And I? I was the peace offering, the price my father had paid to keep our family standing. I should be thankful. That’s what they told me. That’s what my father drilled into my head, over and over again. But gratitude didn’t make the chains any lighter. "You may kiss the bride." The priest’s voice shattered the silence. I forced myself to lift my gaze. Liam’s dark, calculating eyes met mine, void of warmth, void of hesitation. His face, cold and unreadable, gave away nothing. He was a man who had never known fear. A man who didn’t bend, didn’t break. And now, I belonged to him. The world watched, waiting for a sign of weakness. A crack in my mask. I wouldn’t give them one. But Liam? Liam saw through it all. His fingers tightened around mine—a warning, a promise. Then he moved. His lips crashed against mine, not soft, not tender—a kiss of possession. Of dominance. A silent vow that sealed my fate. My body stiffened under his touch, but I didn’t pull away. Because I knew what he was telling me without saying a word. You are mine. And in that moment, I realized something terrifying. I was his to keep. And his to break.

Pet Operation is a fun and thrilling adventure starring Alex, a determined young boy on a mission to find his beloved dog Max, who has mysteriously vanished. With the help of his best friends, Marta and Carlos —and a crazy invention called the "Pet Locator"—, Alex embarks on a frantic search that will pit them against a mysterious villain and his bumbling henchmen. Through wild chases, ridiculous plans, and moments of true friendship, the group learns that sometimes getting lost is the best way to find yourself. A story full of humor, action, and heart — perfect for readers of all ages.

I was gifted a modest amount of cryptocurrency by my ex-boyfriend, and that simple gesture unexpectedly sparked a deep interest in the world of digital assets. What began as casual curiosity soon evolved into an exhilarating journey as my initial investment grew into an astonishing $112,000. Captivated by the potential of cryptocurrency, I dove into research, eager to understand everything about this exciting new financial frontier. But in April 2025, everything changed. WhatsApp info:+12 (72332)—8343 While browsing Facebook, I came across what looked like a legitimate investment opportunity. Fueled by confidence in my growing knowledge, I transferred a significant portion of my funds without a second thought. Moments later, the reality hit me—I had been scammed. My entire portfolio, every last dollar of that $112,000, was gone. Email info: Adware recovery specialist @ auctioneer. net  Panic set in. I frantically searched for recovery services, only to be met with more heartbreak. Some demanded outrageous fees, others simply vanished without a trace. Each attempt left me more frustrated and defeated. Just when I was ready to give up, a close friend suggested a company called ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST. I was skeptical—I had already been burned too many times. But her confidence in them made me pause. Over lunch, she looked me in the eye and said, “Just try them. What do you have to lose? Telegram info: h t t p s:// t. me / adware recovery specialist1 With nothing left to lose, I took a leap of faith and contacted ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST that same night. To my surprise, they responded within hours. From the very beginning, their team was professional, transparent, and genuinely committed to helping me. I provided all the necessary details, bracing myself for another letdown. But then, the impossible happened. Website info: h t t p s:// adware recovery specialist. com  Just one week later, they recovered my entire $112,000. I was in shock. After months of dead ends and disappointment, ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST did what no one else could. Their expertise and dedication turned my despair into relief—and ultimately, gratitude. If you’ve fallen victim to crypto fraud, don’t give up hope. This team gave me my future back, and I can’t recommend them highly enough.

After being found wounded and unconscious in the snow, Cardin Rasheville wakes up in the home of a beautiful stranger. With barely any memory of his past, he struggles to remember who he is and where he came from, but the world of the dark and handsome Keary, filled with mystery and danger, beckons... ...... [Excerpt] Cardin opened his eyes to find himself kneeling on the bathroom floor. The fantasy had been intense, as had been his climax, and he sat back on his heels with a shudder of relief. He cleaned up quickly and stepped out of the bathroom, so intent on towelling his wet hair that he didn’t realise there was another person in the bedroom until he spoke. “Quite the midnight shower.” Cardin spun around in fright. Silver orbs stared up at him from the figure that sat on the bed, silhouette dark against the moonlight that streamed in from the windows. Cardin gaped in horror. No, no, no, no, no… This can’t be happening…! “Tell me, Cardin Rasheville,” came the silky, dark voice, “did it feel that good?” He was so mortified he thought he would faint as Keary rose from the bed and slowly closed the distance between them. Cardin backed away, frantically trying to cover his nakedness with the damp towel. “I-It’s… no, no, no please, it’s not what you think!” His bare back hit the cupboard but he continued to push against it. Keary stepped closer, and Cardin turned aside in a panicked attempt to escape, only to find himself trapped when the taller boy quickly reached out to put a hand against the cupboard to block him. Cardin squeezed his eyes tightly shut, only to open them when fingers took hold of his chin and tilted his face upward. “Tell me.” The note of barely concealed lust in the low voice sent shivers running through his body. "Tell me what I think it is, and what it really was." ...... [Playlist] YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnytBXP5GG4w0heomJPxz2Ps9EGKK4VWw Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4Ni4EIhg1qCoNniru9Uoac?si=2f9KXjOqTx-8dItabJ21pg ...... [Additional Tags] androgynous characters; anti-social protagonist; assassins; beautiful couple; cohabitation; short stories; gangs; mafia; hackers; heartwarming; human weapon; mercenaries; music; mysterious past; past trauma; seduction; Seven Deadly Sins

The air crackled with an unseen energy as he closed the distance between them. Each deliberate step he took seemed to steal a breath her. His shadow fell over her, an eclipse that sent a shiver down her spine, not entirely from fear. When he finally halted, his presence was a palpable weight, a silent promise of something ancient and powerful. Then, his breath, cool against the delicate curve of her ear, sent a different kind of tremor through her. The husky whisper that followed was a dark melody, a dangerous invitation that both terrified and intrigued. "You don't want to know what I can do for you or how I can make you feel," he murmured, the words a silken caress that belied their potent undertones. Her pulse quickened, a frantic drum against her ribs. His nearness was a dizzying assault on her senses – the faint, earthy scent that clung to him, the unnerving intensity of his gaze that seemed to pierce through her very soul. His words hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken possibilities, with the promise of sensations both exquisite and terrifying. It was a challenge, a dare whispered in the most intimate of ways. It spoke of a power he held, a knowledge of pleasure and perhaps pain that stretched back centuries. It hinted at a world beyond her mortal comprehension, a world she suddenly found herself inexplicably drawn to. Her breath hitched. She did want to know. A dangerous curiosity, a yearning for something unknown and forbidden, unfurled within her. The fear was still there, a cold knot in her stomach, but it was intertwined now with a strange, undeniable pull. His nearness was a magnetic force, drawing her into his orbit despite the warnings screaming in her mind. The space between them felt charged, electric, humming with a tension that was both terrifying and intoxicating. In that whispered promise, the predator and the prey were teetering on the precipice of something far more complex, a dangerous dance where desire and fear held equal sway.

Rudra was a cricket fanatic, through and through. He lived for the game, spending hours playing and watching cricket matches. It was his passion, his escape from the mundane. On the day of the Cricket World Cup finals in 2023, Rudra was glued to the screen, cheering for his beloved national team, India. However, to his dismay, India lost the finals, shattering his hopes. Watching his team lose on their home ground was a bitter pill to swallow. Despite the defeat, Rudra found solace in the remarkable journey of the Indian team throughout the tournament. They had defeated ten teams in a row without a single loss, an impressive feat by any standard. Yet, some critics and trolls were quick to diminish their achievements, claiming they could only perform in normal matches and not in the high-pressure eliminator matches. Seeking distraction from the disappointment of the loss, Rudra turned to X-website to gauge the reactions of fellow fans. As he scrolled through the comments on his mobile, the screen suddenly went blank. "What the heck? If something happens to my phone, my father will kill me," Rudra panicked, frantically trying to revive the device by pressing the power button. To his dismay, the blank screen turned white. "Shoot! How do I explain I damaged the display?" Rudra muttered, feeling a sinking sensation in his chest. This was the mobile he had persuaded his father to buy him after two years of persistent pleading. Suddenly, a strange voice echoed in his head, breaking the eerie silence. [ Do you aspire to become the best cricketer? ] Rudra froze, taken aback by the unexpected question. "..." He remained silent, unsure of how to respond to the mysterious inquiry. [ It seems the host didn't give an answer within a minute, so the system will choose an appropriate answer, ] the mechanical voice stated matter-of-factly. "Wait..." Before Rudra could comprehend what was happening, everything went blank, and he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness. (Author Note): Cricket fanfiction and novels might be scarce, but every story starts somewhere. I hope to weave an engaging tale that captures the spirit of the game and ignites the imagination of cricket enthusiasts everywhere. Let's embark on this journey together! This is an AU story. The cover image I got from Google. so I do not own it. I would appreciate feedback and support if you enjoy the story.