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Avery Carter tried her hardest to live the life of a perfect, submissive daughter. However, one day, someone appeared claiming to be her real daughter, declaring that Avery was fake. Without hesitation, Avery gave up her position as the "real" daughter and returned to her biological parents. Many expected her to fall from grace after leaving her wealthy adoptive family, but she surprised everyone by lifting her biological family out of poverty. She transformed her mother and father’s lives, making them billionaires overnight. With a hundred billion dollars to her name, she became a master of technology and a talented woman, soaring straight to the peak of her life. But everything changed when she met Alexander Moran, a wealthy and handsome man. He was an absolute bigwig—decisive, cold, and callous. Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t stop tangling with her, always eager to give her all his love. On their first encounter, he said, "I'll give myself up as collateral." The second time they met, she questioned, "Why should I trust you?" After multiple encounters, his tone shifted. "You shouldn't have crossed this line, Avery, if you didn't want it to be like this." a sturdy arm wrapped around her swaying body. Her head grew hazy, and an intentional, hot sigh escaped her lips. 'How the hell did I get myself into this situation?' Avery thought, her mind spinning.

Walking through the subway she glanced at the dark gloomy night and her thoughts started spinning back to the cold scary rainy night She said to him" I wish we'll be happy forever." He replied with a content and happy smile on his face "sure"

Alicia é uma garota muito esperta, e conseguiu entra para uma das escolas mais requisitada do mundo, quando uma reviravolta acontece em sua vida, Alicia é mandada mais cedo que o palnejado.. Quais mistérios e segredo a aguardam alem dos portões de KeySands? Spin-off oficial universo de O Caminho.

The world was never the same after that day. Humanity learned that they weren't alone in the universe, but that wasn't something they had the time to worry about. Their realization was accompanied by catastrophe. Creatures beyond their wildest imaginations poured down from the sky and appeared from the earth. They slaughtered humans as if it was their singular purpose, driving them to the brink of extinction. The people of the world did everything in their power, developing unique traits and technologies to create a united front their enemies couldn't penetrate. They secured victories and repopulated, feeling as if they stood a chance against the foreign invaders. They fought and they fought, doing everything they possibly could to ensure their survival. Until the Great Calamities appeared. In front of them, humanity was nothing regardless of its efforts. One by one, the worlds were turned into piles of rubble in between the cracks of their teeth. Civilization was torn apart, and the evolved humans living within could do nothing to stop its collapse. Humanity itself was left extinct, and in the end, only a single man was left alive amidst the chaos. Why? For what reason were they punished so? Nobody knew why the attacks began in the first place. He looked into the distance at the memories of the past and firmed his resolve. “It can only be me.” He knew of a miracle that could return him to the place of those memories. He knew of a way to make the wheels of time spin in reverse. And using it, he alone would save humanity from its doomed fate. That was his sacred duty as its final survivor. *** Discord: https://discord.gg/dgbw4RS4ec

It all started with a glass of Tequila that Aira thought was orange juice, making her drunk and unknowingly spending a hot night with a handsome young man named Renji Ishikawa. As a result of that night, Aira's life changed drastically, especially when she had to marry Renji Ishikawa, who turned out to be a teenager in his teens. But if she refuses to marry him, Aira is threatened with a lawsuit on charges of sexual harassment against a high school student. ………… How sad it was, how heartbreaking, and feeling like the biggest fool for being in the middle of the wedding of her ex-lover and her best friend. "Your drink, Miss," offered a polite waiter, approaching with a tray full of various colours and flavours. She picked a glass of orange drink with a fresh cherry on the rim. Her moon-like eyes stayed fixed on the groom while she drank the beverage until it was empty. Nothing strange happened to the sweet girl for a minute, but suddenly, dizziness struck, and she stumbled as her body swayed. Her delicate hand searched the wall for support, afraid of falling, feeling like she was experiencing an earthquake, and seeing everything around her shake. Feeling too weak to walk, she chose to squat near a large pot close to the ballroom's entrance. People around her watched silently, unwilling to help; some even gossiped about her. She was distressed and needed help, not performing for an audience, yet many still criticized her. Wild imaginings suddenly crossed her mind, wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse to rescue her, like scenes from her childhood anime favourites. But things like that only happened in fairy tales, where the prince would permanently save the princess from the villain's hands. That was how the stories were written. For her, there would never be a prince in her life story. But who would have thought that God would grant such an extraordinary miracle? Among the hundreds of high-class guests, one person approached and tried to offer help after observing her in silence. A handsome young man in a black suit stood right behind her. "Miss, are you alright?" he asked, concerned. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice still shaky from crying. The man stood frozen for a moment as though startled by the sight of this stranger but then smiled and extended his hand. "Don't cry here. Let me help you up." She shook her head, her cheeks red, not from embarrassment but from the effects of the drink. "My head is spinning, and I can't walk." The young man raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Alright then." He slipped his arms between her legs and under her body, lifting her, and she was heavy, just as he expected. From afar, the girls began to watch with shocked faces, filled with envy, anger, and jealousy, seeing the young man from the Ishikawa family carrying a girl, rumoured to be Aira Hoshino, the ex-girlfriend of Kairo Kenzaki and the best friend of Mika Kurogane, who were the couple getting married tonight. She rested her head on his shoulder comfortably, inhaling the refreshing scent of mint. Only this handsome young man, like a Greek god, came to her aid, asking about her condition, and now, carrying her out of the party without saying a word. "Where is your home?" he asked as he laid Aira, the girl he just met, into the car and fastened her seatbelt. "I don't want to go home," she whimpered. "Why?" he asked as he sat in the driver's seat. "Do you want to comfort me while my heart is broken?" she said, draping her arms around his neck. A grin spread across his handsome face. "How?" he asked, pretending not to know. "Stay with me until morning," Aira teased with a playful smile. In the next moment, Aira's lips were captured in his. Slowly, Aira's eyes closed tightly, leading her into a peaceful dream, soaring high into the sky, feeling as if it were real, not just a dream. …

Haruma awakens in a world that isn’t his. The sky is wide, the moon is shattered, and his hands are stained with blood that is not his own. He remembers nothing — not how he arrived there, not who he used to be, only the pressure of a strange world crushing him. Magic pulses throughout the land with the cadence of a living being, warping the fabric of reality itself. Imperiums wax and wane in the hands of warlords who twist the covenants of reality. Cults speak of a goddess who spins the destiny of all things. And in the darkness, something much older awakens — a force that is not supposed to exist but lies in wait for him to recall. Haruma never wanted power. He never wanted war. But when the stars themselves bow before the commands of the strong, in pursuit of survival, strength means nothing—it means everything to resist. And whatever he decides to do or not to do, something awaits him on the other side of the Veil. And has been a long time coming

Excerpt Aristia could not help but stare at the platinum blonde a few steps in front of her. She seemed to sparkle with a glow that drew people in around her. Something that only happened to the main character of a novel. [Is that stupid book sure I'm the female lead?] She thought, her jaws almost going slack. At this point, she was sure she was deluding herself— or the book was deluding her. She didn't know why, but she already disliked the girl. [This is definitely not jealousy.] She rubbed her brows, watching how the innocent, naive looking girl exuding female lead aura was being flocked around already by others. "Fuck, I'm in deep shit!" — Excerpt Two "What do you mean this is where I belong?!!!" She asked incredulously. "It is the truth. It might sound extremely absurd and unbelievable, but it is the truth." He said, his voice tinged with helplessness. "Hell, it is absurd." She threw her hands up in the air exasperatedly. The seriousness in his eyes told her he wasn't at all joking or messing with her. He was damn serious. "Ugh. What shit am I involved in?" She asked frustratingly to no one in particular at the news she was still trying to wrap her head around. *** Aristia Andrews had just come back home from work and prepared to go to sleep, when she was given a novel. Nothing strange about that though, huh? But just after she had completed the novel, she woke up to find herself tossed into a whole new world. Taken from her world and the life she deemed perfect, and tossed into a not-so-ideal world. Now part of royalty, she has to get accustomed to living in a backward world of Kings and Queens, Dukes, Marquises, Earls, Viscounts and Barons. Just the titles and hierarchy were enough to make her smart head spin. With beautiful and loving parents and relatives, a cute younger brother, loyal servants and a smart brain, join Aristia as she enjoys eating and making new and delicious cuisines, forms unique friendships, and creates successful businesses. However, she finds all is not as she thought it was; there just might be something bigger than she expected, that the book did not reveal. Now... she has a lot of mysteries surrounding her to unfold, and secrets to uncover, and perhaps she'll find a dash of love along the way.

In a world where strength is defined by the beasts you tame, power is everything. Contracts forged with monstrous creatures unlock abilities beyond mortal comprehension, elevating their tamers to the heights of glory. The stronger your beast, the higher you stand. For Auron Raventor, the heir of a prestigious family, it should have been simple. Except, there's one little problem—he’s the sole failure in a lineage of prodigies, completely incapable of forming a single contract. The world calls him talentless, a waste of potential. And frankly, Auron's almost amused by how right they are. Resigned to a life of ridicule, Auron would have happily embraced the peace of obscurity if it meant being left alone. But the universe clearly has other plans. In the darkest moment of his despair, a buried power awakens within him. A power older than the very concept of taming itself. He doesn't form contracts. He devours. Absorbing strength straight from the beasts he defeats, merging their abilities into his own. It’s unnatural. It’s dangerous. And it’s about time he made the world realize they’ve been looking at power all wrong. Armed with abilities that shouldn't exist and a blatant disregard for their rules, Auron’s set to carve his own path. One that doesn’t involve licking the boots of arrogant elites or begging for their approval. Let them scoff. Let them sneer. By the time they realize the true scope of his power, it’ll be far too late. Strength. Survival. Ascendancy. And maybe........ just maybe....if the world’s lucky, Auron might just leave a few pieces behind when he’s done. AUTHOR'S NOTE This ain’t your typical beast-taming novel. You won’t find some wide-eyed farm boy here preaching about friendship while his magical dog does all the work. No. You’re in Primordial Eclipse: Devourer’s Awakening—where the protagonist doesn’t have plot armor, just a system that barely tolerates his existence. Auron ain’t some righteous hero, and he sure as hell isn’t bowing to the Academy’s nonsense. He’s out here breaking bones, dodging beast contracts like they’re tax collectors, and figuring out how to become a one-man extinction event. NOW, BUSINESS. GOLDEN TICKET DEALS 1 Golden Ticket = 1 Bonus Chapter (You pay, I suffer.) 100 Golden Tickets = Auron actually gets a proper meal for once. POWER STONES = FASTER RELEASES Every Power Stone thrown at me shaves off my remaining sanity and forces me to write. More Power Stones = Less Sleep for Me = More Chapters for You. It’s a toxic relationship, and I love it. REVIEWS & COMMENTS = MORE CHAOS This story is filled with: ✓A protagonist who’s more villainous than virtuous. ✓A world where beast tamers reign supreme (and Auron doesn’t give a damn). ✓ Schemes, betrayals, and enough chaos to make your head spin. ✓ Humor—because if you’re not laughing at the absurdity of it all, you’re probably dead. Read at your own risk. I take no responsibility for sleepless nights, sudden addiction, or the deep existential crisis you might have when you realize Auron is, in fact, that guy. Stay Awesome. Dragon_Lord_Chaos

2011. That was when earthquake and tsunami hit Japan, changing thousands of lives. And Kobayashi Yuki is just one of them. A month ago, he was just a normal boy, graduating from a small middle school in Fukushima and was excited to go to the high school. However, the disaster changed his life. He lost both parents, not because they died, but because they were still missing until now. He lost his home. He lost his friends. He lost his school. He lost everything. Having no choice, he moved to Tokyo, to a small, new orphanage to accommodate victims of the disaster who didn't have any home or wanted to change their lives in the biggest city in Japan. In his mind, all he wanted to do was enter a normal high school, do a part-time job, make some money to help the orphanage, and maybe if he were lucky enough he could be admitted into a good university with a scholarship. However, one challenge from the volleyball team and one half-Italian blonde boy turned everything upside down. Now, he was trapped inside the crazy team, being dragged into the mess. Inter-High. National Tournament. Volleyball. Those three words kept spinning around his life as he entered a crazy high school life. Can he strive in the place where he was unfamiliar with? Would he be a good volleyball player? And what does the future hold for him?

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to…’

What?! A perfect free-use novel doesn't exist?! ... ... ... So what? Just read this one. ~~ Hehe~~ You're gonna love this, seriously. This is what cooking of three months is like. No degenerate out there can ever come close to my degeneration which helped me create this fantasy book. Milf? I have it. Young? I have it. Boob sizes? Is that even a question to ask. Ass size? Hmmm~~~ My favorite. Whatever you wish for, I got it. So come and follow the degenerate life of Jake\Malcolm, the lucky son of a gun who was finally transmigrated to the world of his desire, using everything in his sight, his family the beginning and the end would be... Well, no idea who the end would be. So stay tuned to find out. ~~ First and foremost, this is a work of fiction. Any mention of a real person or religion is purely coincidental and all the work of my sick imagination. Read it, then decide if you want to stick to it. This is more likely a work of a whim so there might be holes that I might have to fill. Haha. Holes to fill. Anyway, this is more like an idea that progresses as the story does so if you have any fantasies that you'd like to implement, I'm open to them. Just don't overdo so the story doesn't spin too out of control. ~~ The cover's not mine and if the owner wants me to take it down, I'll do so without trouble. Bonus chapters of any sort would be decided upon once the novel goes premium, but before that, there is no schedule update. Just know that there'll be an update every day. Just not of how many chapters. Last but not least, read with an open mind and make sure you don't have any opinion to give until you're well into the story, whether good or bad. That's it. Enjoy~~

Melantha is finally going to have her happy ending, but everything spins into chaos when her ex-fiance leaves her with a pregnancy and a robbery happens at her workplace. She is woven into the Mafia world as a secret agent undercover with a pregnancy for one of the most feared mafia men in the whole state, Drystan Riley. A contract marriage is all they need to seal the deal and her quest for vengeance begins. What they never expected was to fall in love with each other, now she is torn between her conviction and her heart. On one side, it is the promises she made to numerous people and on the other side, a promise of love she made to him on their wedding day, even though it was nothing but a mere deal. Her happy ending is uncertain as many people stand in the way. Which will she choose, and what will it cost her?

Strongly inspired by Slavic mythology -----------Warning in the end----------- A rag-tag group of newly freed slaves finds themselves in the continent's largest and most dangerous forest after the oldest of them made a deal with some of chorts living in it . Watch them trying to navigate the warzone of a society ruled by racism , homophobia , violence , sexism and the whims of the gods while trying to keep themselves and those around them sane and safe . All the while facing their own trauma and prejudice and being forced to grow into better people . -aka- Watch me an (idiot) amatour author try and spin a story and try to keep those idiots alive maybe even have them building a nation , while trying to make more slavic mythology inspired fiction because its super fucking cool and also facing the brutal reality that yes my culture has a LOT of problems . Constructive criticism will be appreciated -------Warnings------- Things happening: racism ; homophobia ; violence ; sexism ; xenophobia ; violence Mentioned: cannibalism Specifications : Use of slur , racial discrimination and stereotyping of a Romani character

There was once an innocent little boy who was about to graduate high school. But suddenly, a truck ran him over before he could step foot in adult life. From his cruel twist of fate, he learns that after a person dies, they simply go to a result screen—a simple score system based on how publicly known they are. Being the nobody, he only had enough points to use the wheel spin—three shots that would determine his upcoming life. The wheel first landed on females, crushing his hope of keeping his gender. But he wasn't just going to give up so easily as the male section remained. The next spin didn't land on what he hoped for. With one last shot, he slammed the button and prayed. A miracle, almost as if god answered his prayer, appeared right before his eyes as it landed on a male. "Thank you, god! I knew you'd never give up on me like that——Wait, what do you mean that's a bug?" Before he could say anything, he was reborn into a fantasy world where magic and cultivation coexist. Want to find out what he got for his upcoming adventure? Well, let's just say he experiences the three stages of grief with his awful luck. --- Disclaimer: Some of the love interests are related to the main character, and the main character's love interests are only towards women. Four chapters a week. The upload schedule may be a little wacky, and no bonus chapter for now as I'm still currently in college. Discord server if you want to talk or have questions: https://discord.gg/hnXMFwfVR3

When I (Cas, formerly of Earth) transmigrated into this hellscape, I expected magic kung fu and cool sword fights. Instead, I got: Dimensional rifts vomiting out soul-eating squirrels and glaciers that scream. A cultivation system that ranked me “Worse Than Trash Tier.” (Thanks, anonymous ancestor!) The Otherworldly Tourist System, a deranged travel agency that rewards me for “sightseeing” in eldritch hellscapes. (“Take a selfie with that sleeping Lava Worm! 500 TP!”) My vacation package includes: ✔️ Tourist Points to buy god-tier gear (Divine Sunscreen: “Don’t melt, Host!”). ✔️ Gacha spins. (Got a new technique! And a lot of trauma!) ✔️ Sarcastic commentary as I outrun cosmic horrors. (“Host’s survival rate: 2%. Upsell suggestion: Premium Burial Plot™?”) Turns out, Earth’s monsters are just the previews. The System’s hiding cosmic wars, godly realms, and a tiny apocalypse brewing. But who needs answers when you’ve got a five-star review to leave for a screaming glacier? Cultivation. Tourism. Survival. Let’s hope I’m good at two of those.

Imagine stepping through a door and finding yourself in a parallel world where magic is real, demons roam the streets, and your sister is a badass demon slayer who doesn't recognize you. That's exactly what happens to Cole, a 19-year-old kendo enthusiast who suddenly finds himself in a world where cars fly, cats talk, and houses have strong opinions about interior design. Now, armed with incredible powers he doesn't understand and a talking sword that's eager to test its blade, Cole must navigate this bizarre new reality while trying to figure out who he is, where he came from, and how to get back to his own world. Along the way, he'll join forces with his demon-slaying sister (who may or may not try to kill him), face off against grumpy appliances, explore hidden pocket dimensions, and discover that even in a world of magic, the post office is still a soul-crushing experience. Get ready for a hilarious and action-packed adventure filled with quirky characters, mischievous magic, and enough anime and gaming references to make your head spin. Welcome to the world of "Now I'm a Demon Slayer... (in a Parallel World)"

------ [ DING ] [ Ultimate Spin System Activated ] --- It all started with a mysterious notification. Lucas Cross, an ordinary gamer struggling to make ends meet, suddenly found his life turned upside down. When the Ultimate Spin System chose him as its host, he was thrust into a chaotic world filled with random rewards, bizarre challenges, and unpredictable skills. From gaining passive abilities that attract unfaithful wives to spinning weekly wheels of fortune with life-altering consequences, Lucas must navigate a world where the line between game and reality blurs. ****** Cover by AI ------ Support Me By Gifts or Power Stones -----

After dying in the Amazon rainforest, Barrett finds himself in the afterlife, where he meets Rob, a mysterious figure who offers him a chance at rebirth. Rob grants him three spins to determine his fate: Power, Boom or Bane, and Race. With the results shaping his new life, Barrett is reincarnated into a world governed by a Gacha system. Now, armed with new abilities and a fresh race, he embarks on an endless journey across the multiverse, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. Can join my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/c/Novelby69DM

A spin-off to another title, Rage of Fire, featuring different leads. Kingdom of Crystal's Soldier Dillon Caudry had just been promoted to General Soldier of the Barrier Unit. Just when events in his life were going great, and he found a beauty he believed to be the love of his life, war struck again and he must return to a world enveloped by pain, fire, and unchanged history. It was the same thing all over again, and he knew he was at the end of his rope. His colleague, General Soldier Aster, trapped in the same net as he and grieving just as badly, never lost hope no matter their circumstances. Will he press Dillon to grow his talent once more, for the sake of their nation? Or do their people face a life of lost courage and defeated hopes? A/N: Contains content for MxM and FxF.

[The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague. Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he? No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel. Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem?? What about the Female Lead? Later: Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with Concubine Namgung? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ --- 100-150 PS = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 25, 50, 75... Golden Tickets = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 3-5 Gifts = 1 extra chapters (or more depending on the value of the gifts)

During the dawn of the Cold War, the 33rd President funded a special shadow operations in the hope of creating superhuman agents with special abilities, to combat the threats against North America's Eastern enemies. But these experiments on human Subjects, resulted in the creation of psychotic monsters, vicious and insane killers, that sparked the desire of this group to reproduce more of these monsters, as they research and observe these monsters in order to create and control them, as weapons and agents against their enemies. These project is called the NEMESIS Project, and this ended in psychological conditioning, manipulation, and traumatizing in order to understand and control future ALPHAs. In a secret experiment facility, Subjects are subjected to psychological traumas and horrors, while the killers/monsters are set loose upon these people to condition and train them to become agents against their enemies, and also uncover the secrets on creating future ALPHAs. Author-Note: This a horror story, that I based some from the Outlast Trails, only with a more Sci-fi and bio-horrors spin to it. With these files are explaining the starter of the NEMESIS Project, and backstory of the main characters of this story, to spread this tale and popularity, I hope that people like this and help in the creation and development of this novel.

---WSA ENTRY 2025--- Nox Sillon had lived in a world of power and chaos. Born into an empire where the strong ruled and the weak perished, he never once questioned his reality. The world was as it had always been—a place where magic reigned, wars raged, and only those with ambition could carve their own fate. Nox had no grand lineage, no divine prophecy to guide him. He wasn’t destined for greatness, nor was he some forgotten heir to an ancient legacy. But that never mattered. He didn’t need fate’s blessing—only the strength to take what was his. Through sheer will and ruthless cunning, Nox clawed his way through the ranks, navigating a world where betrayal lurked behind every smile, where strength was the only currency that mattered. But as he ascends, something feels… wrong. Events unfold in ways he cannot explain, as if an unseen force is pulling the strings. Shadows whisper of truths that should not exist. Powerful figures—ones who should have been untouchable—begin to fall as though following a script. And somewhere, in the depths of his mind, a strange thought lingers. A name he has never heard. A presence he cannot grasp. Something—someone—is out there. Watching. Waiting. And for the first time in his life, Nox Sillon begins to wonder—is he truly free, or has his path already been written? No matter the answer, one truth remains. If fate dares to stand in his way… he will tear it apart with his own hands. ——— Spin-Off series of 'The Extra's Transcension' Takes place in the same universe. Will be well thought - out story unlike extra's Transcension. ——— Discord: https://discord.gg/QYyPAxfhGH ——— #WSA2025

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis (Narrated by Deadpool’s Chaotic Cousin Who Forgot to Take Their Meds): Alright, gather ‘round, folks! Let me spin you a tale so dark it’ll make your therapist retire. Picture this: Yours truly was just another fancy-pants “man of culture” on a serial killer’s hit list—because apparently, collecting rare books and quoting Nietzsche makes you a target. Who knew? (Spoiler alert: I died. Surprise!) But death? Nah, that’s just the opening act. Instead of sweet oblivion, I woke up knee-deep in Saint’s Odyssey—a fantasy novel I once tossed into my “dumpster fire of bad writing” pile. Think Game of Thrones meets Saw, but with more existential dread. And guess what? I’m not the dashing hero. Nope. I’m the guy the author conveniently labeled “Villain.” Cool, right? (Cue jazz hands.) But hold onto your chimichangas, because this “hero”? Oh, he’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy. Smiles like a Disney prince, stabs like a back-alley surgeon. His grand plan? Wipe out half the world because reasons. Classic hero logic! Meanwhile, the gods are upstairs chugging ambrosia and betting on our suffering. Adorable!!!. Well, newsflash, Olympus—I’m hijacking this plot. Reborn with a vendetta and a PhD in chaos, I’m not here to play nice. Rules? Burn ‘em. Heroes? Crush ‘em. World domination? Duh!. This ain’t a redemption arc; it’s a blood-soaked takeover tour. Think Machiavelli with a splash of Joker and a side of espresso. They call me ruthless? Damn right. I’ll out-scheme the schemers, out-betray the traitors, and maybe burn a kingdom or two for aesthetic. The hero thinks he’s pulling strings? Sweetheart, I’m the puppetmaster—and I just cut the threads. Every battle’s a chess move, every ally a pawn, and the board? Oh, it’s dripping in red. And hey, let’s laugh while we’re at it. Ever seen a “chosen one” trip over his own halo? Poetic. Ever roasted a god so hard they literally combust? (Working on it.) This world’s a joke, and I’m the punchline—delivered with a knife. So buckle up, buttercups. The script’s flipped, the crown’s mine, and if the heroes cry about “morals”? Tell ‘em to write a Yelp review. This villain’s rewriting destiny—one corpse at a time. TL;DR: Death was my warm-up. Now? I’m here to conquer, crack jokes, and maybe commit some light treason. World, meet your new overlord. Resistance is hilarious . Hahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

The book starts off without a lot of detail for the characters, but as the story progresses you you’ll notice each character develop and get to know them. Maybe even fall in love. Please enjoy! He slides his hand between her legs and pulls her in. She gasps and holds on to him for support as he runs his fingers between her lips and clit. She's trembling from his touch. As he moves his finger around the outside of her. "Time to rinse off" he whispers to her. He uses his body to push her towards the water and he rubs her again he presses the front half of her body to his and washes the soap off her backside. She throws her head back. And begins to let out a scream, but he covers her mouth with his hands and says "shhhhh be quiet now." He spins her around so her back side is pressed against his erected cock. Feeling it's cold contact she throws her head back again gasping. Her then washes the front of her off pressing hard against her he gropes her breast squeezing them tight and pinching her nipples. She was so surprised by how good this felt. How badly she wanted him to bite her. And just as she finished that thought he stuck his hands between her legs again, and then he bit her on the opposite side of Oliver's bite. The bite burned her core undoing her as he played with her clit with his fingers and then sliding them inside her. Holding her body hostage with his fangs and fingers she completely submitted to his whims. He could have what ever he wanted in that moment and she wouldn't complain a bit. Pulling his fingers out of her and sucking her juices off them he says "You really are the best thing I've ever tasted. And now I know why my brothers are struggling not to fuck you and are fighting over you. I don’t think we can wait until the full moon to start breaking you in." discord for this book: https://discord.gg/36r6zZhf

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

The heiress to a powerful tech company, Diane Lily Hoffman, had a tough childhood filled with lies and mistreatment. At 14, her cruel stepmother tricked her into thinking her father had sold her to his enemies. From there, the family who adopted her abused her physically and emotionally. Using her as a ploy to get rich, her adopted family forced her into what she thought was a loveless marriage with a plastic surgeon named Gabriel. Despite what she perceived as a lack of love, she found solace in her married life until her path was chosen for her again and lies were made to drive a wedge between her and Gabriel. The divorce was painful and she realised all too late that everything was not what it seemed. Unfortunately, the lies her family crafted were too much for Gabriel to ever give her a chance again. Just as she was about to die, Diane was given a second chance to fix her mistakes. Now reborn, Diane is ready to find her real father and ex-husband, seeking revenge on the family that betrayed her and taking back the life and justice she deserves. “Gabriel… what if it hurts? Will you still hold me close?” Diane’s voice trembled as she stepped back, gripping the edge of her shirt. “Diane, those scars tell your story, but I’ll rewrite the ending by erasing everything that’s been done to you.” Gabriel reached for her hand, and pulled her toward him. “With every cut, I promise to make sure that part of your past is gone.” “Bullets shot too soon; nobody can save me…” She shook her head, backing away, but he closed the distance, grasping her shoulders. “I promise, I’ll do everything to keep you safe, Diane.” He squeezed her shoulders gently. “No tears of yours will ever leave another trace.” “I wish I could have quit you, I wish I never missed you…” Her voice broke as she turned away, but he caught her wrist, spinning her back to face him. “If you die in this life, let me go too, so this time I can be right there with you.” Gabriel held her tight as if to shield her from the world’s pain. “It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife…”

--Spin off-Prequel of my novel "The tale of a vampire slayer" that follows the legend of Azrael, the strongest Slayer-- [Trigger Warning! May contain Very violent scenes.] "A man with no past. A shadow with no master. A legend whispered in fear." The night does not belong to men. The world has long since fallen under the dominion of those who feast on blood, their cursed rule upheld by dark sorcery and immortal bloodlines. The gods have turned away, the light has faded, and the few who still resist do so in vain. But in the darkest abyss of history, there exists a name. A name that should not exist. A name that does not belong to kings, nor heroes, nor prophets. Azrael Noctis. No divine blessing. No enchanted blood. No ancient power. Only flesh, steel, and an unshakable will. He is the man born without magic in a world of sorcery. A lone figure who walks the path no one else dares to tread. An executioner with no master, an instrument of destruction bound by a single, unbreakable rule— "I do not kill men. I do not kill demons. I'm only born to kill vampires." No one knows where he came from. No one knows how he defies the limits of human flesh. He does not tire. He does not falter. He does not kneel. Some say he is a curse upon the cursed, a punishment forged by the heavens to purge the world of the damned. Others whisper that he is no man at all, but something far worse. But one truth remains: wherever the night stretches its claws, the Slayer will return from his ashes and destroy the evil. A dark fantasy epic of relentless battle and supernatural terror. One man vs. an entire world of monsters. The legend that should never have existed.

He is a Hybrid Alpha with sealed memories. He is one of the reasons all the fox clans, including the celestial beast king, are annihilated. And she is a celestial fox princess with only three years left to live unless her inner beast awakens. Jerome recognizes his mate in that instant and tries everything to win her. On the other hand, Guinevere always tried to avoid all of his advances as she wished to investigate her clan's massacre more than ten years ago. Will Guinevere soften and accept Jerome in her life? What will Guinevere do when she finds out that Jerome killed her father? Most of all, can they awaken Guinevere's inner beast in time? 'Even without the mate bond, we are meant to be together.' Prequel: The Alpha Fell For The Hybrid Princess (If you want to know what had happened to Jerome before he return home, feel free to read the spin-off in the prequel book) *The cover isn't mine, the credit for the rightful owner'

The two men couldn't have looked more out of place on the cold afternoon streets of New Hadepee. The first was a scrawny fellow, no taller than five foot eight, wearing a white shirt marred with ugly reddish-brown stains and a pair of plain tan pants. His companion, by contrast, carried himself with an air of quiet authority—a regal-looking man with a neatly trimmed black beard, wrapped in a great black coat with a red scarf pulled snug around his neck. "I heard the man himself has come back," the one in the stained shirt said, carefully balancing on the curb with his arms outstretched. "Oh? And where did you hear that?" his companion asked, turning his head with amusement to watch the precarious balancing act. "Welp, the sergeant major told me to go down to Olker, so I figured that could only mean he's back," the man in the white shirt replied. "Vistor has close cultural and political ties with the kingdom of Olker. Don't you think it's just a protection job?" the older man in black inquired, a hint of humor in his voice. "Oh, come on, Mang, you know they'd never give someone like me a protection job," the man in the white shirt scoffed, jumping off the curb and spinning around a lamppost. The older man—now known as Mang—came to a halt, reaching into his coat and pulling out an envelope. "Well, Tai, I suppose you're wrong." Mang handed the envelope to him. Tai peeled open the envelope, sliding out the letter and studying it carefully. "Oh wow, so Marlin is marrying the queen of those people?" he asked with a shrug. "She is not a queen. Don't let anyone call her that," Mang snapped. "And if her people weren't so damn difficult, we would have annexed them already." "So we let them succeed but not Gascon? Whose idea was that? They're more like us than those humans are," Tai said, frowning. "Gascon was willing to sell to the Emperor for a small chunk of change," Mang quipped. "The Noctrous family was not." "Ok so what's that matter, all we need is a little persuasion to change their minds? We killed the chief of Gnomandale and sent his stuffed head back to them, then they sold Gnomendale to us. All we need to do to get Olker is beat the hell out of Sylvie and she will sell." Tai folds the letter and places it back into the envelope. "Tai, the people of Vistor don't have the heart to see us beat up the Eladrin people like we did the Gnomes, and plus their Chief tramp Silvye is much too pretty for us to put her head on a stick."  "Welp, it's our loss," Tai muttered, spitting onto the sidewalk. "No, it's not. Not if Chester is back…" Tai frowned. "What's Chester gonna do?" "Last I recall, his fallout with Sylvie wasn't just a petty disagreement. Before he died, he built a fleet of ships and hid them in a cove somewhere. If he wanted revenge, all he'd need is an army." "And who the hell would fight for him?" "The same people who fight for us—the poor." This is a prequel to Then Maker, another story of mine. The writing may feel somewhat outdated compared to my more recent work, but it consists of a series of scenes that occur before the main events of the novel. The description is one of my most recent pieces, which is why it differs in style from the rest of the book.

The air in my chocolate lab still smells like cocoa and regret. I’d spent years perfecting single-origin truffles, roasting beans until they gleamed like obsidian, and stashing Bitcoin profits in a wallet I’d named “Cocoa Reserve.” That wallet held $265,000, a golden ticket to expand my empire with a flagship store in Brussels. And then, with one click on a spoofed bill labeled "Belgian Chocolate Molds – Urgent Payment," my crypto was gone faster than a caramel drip on a hotplate. The swindle was a masterclass of nastiness. Contact WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The email mimicked my actual supplier's fonts, logos, even their typo-ridden English ("Kindly proceed the transfer immediately"). I'd been fooled by digital drag-and-drop. My heart sank as I watched the transaction confirmation flash tauntingly on-screen a spinning wheel of death where my life's work once dwelled. My accountant hyperventilated into a bag of cocoa nibs. My CFO threatened to "quit and become a beekeeper." And me? I stared into the blockchain explorer, tracing my Bitcoin's path through a hydra of mixers and offshore wallets, each one a nail in my entrepreneurial coffin. A midnight Slack rant in a food founders' group summoned a lifeline: Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Their name materialized between messages about shelf-stable ganache and FDA audits. Skeptical but spiraling, I slid into their DMs like a kid begging for a Halloween candy refill. Within hours, their team examined the theft with the finesse of a chocolatier tempering couverture. They tracked the scammer's twisting layers of fake KYC docs, Malta shell companies, and a Cypriot payment processor fishier than a truffle oil factory. Digital's forensic team became my avengers in hoodies. They collaborated with regulators from four countries, subpoenaing exchanges and freezing accounts mid-launder. The scammers, it turned out, had gotten greedy, siphoning funds into a stable coin wallet that had been flagged for "excessive hot sauce purchases" (no, really). Thirteen days later, I received a PDF titled "Recovery Complete" and a screenshot of my recovered wallet. No fanfare, no blare of trumpet, just the subdued hum of justice served cold, like a dark chocolate gelato. Digital Tech Guard Recovery not only saved my nest egg; they unraveled a fraud ring that is now in Interpol's sights. My Brussels boutique opens next spring, its safes guarded by triple-authentication and a paranoia so thick you could cut it into bonbons. I've even added a company motto: "Trust no one especially if they claim to sell Belgian molds." If your crypto dissolves into the digital ether, skip the panic attack. Call the Digital. They're the magic between catastrophe and resiliency. Just maybe screen your vendors twice, and keep the cocoa nibs handy for emergencies.