Stiles Flinches

Kenji Tanaka is the new transfer student at Seiryu High, a school ruled by fists and fear. With his average looks and quiet demeanor, everyone dismisses him as another sheep for the slaughter. They see a loser. A nobody. A twig that will snap under the iron boot of the school's hierarchy. They are wrong. Raised in brutal, solitary isolation in the mountains by a mysterious grandfather, Kenji's 'training' was a hellish regimen of survival. He doesn't understand society, girls, or why people flinch when he cracks his knuckles. He also doesn't understand that his 'normal' strength is enough to shatter bone, his 'basic' endurance can outlast a beast, and his very presence carries an aura that makes apex predators tremble. He believes he is weak, a novice who has barely scratched the surface of his grandfather's teachings. But when the wolves of Seiryu High come for the innocent girl in the desk next to him, they don't awaken a sheep. They awaken a monster. A god of combat. A King. This is not a story of a hero. This is the story of a Thug, his rise to absolute power, and the loyal followers and adoring women who are drawn to his terrifying, untamed might. In a world of delinquents, gangsters, and underground fighters, there is only one rule: Don't mess with the quiet kid. Because this King's fists don't know mercy.

Adrian Vale is used to getting what he wants. Rich, ruthless, and terrifyingly charming, he rules St. Augustine’s Academy with a calculated smile and an iron grip. Everyone knows better than to cross him—until a new transfer student arrives. Rhea Virelle is quiet, unreadable, and cold as glass. She doesn’t chase power or popularity. She doesn’t flinch when Adrian looks at her. She doesn’t care that the entire school revolves around him. In fact, she barely acknowledges his existence. That’s what makes her dangerous. Intrigued turns to obsessed as Adrian tries to unravel the mystery behind her emotionless mask and haunting eyes. She’s not like the others—because she’s not here to belong. She’s here for revenge. Every move she makes is part of a plan. Every glance, every silence, every word is calculated. And Adrian? He’s not the predator anymore. He’s the bait. As secrets unravel and power shifts, the lines between love and hate, obsession and possession, begin to blur. But one truth remains: She was never his. And trying to own her might just destroy them both.

A warrior seeking vengeance. A prince cursed by a demon. An empire on the brink of chaos. Meiying has spent years training in secret, preparing to return home; but when she does, she finds her family murdered and her home reduced to ashes. Her only path forward is revenge. Yet fate takes an unexpected turn when she saves Prince Cheng from an ambush, unknowingly binding herself to his cursed destiny. Marked by the emperor’s desperate deal with dark forces, Cheng carries a burden that threatens not only his life but the empire itself. Mei unlocks a rare and ancient ability—the power to manipulate life force, once wielded by the empire’s protectors. As dark forces rise and political conspiracies unfold, Meiying is drawn into a battle far greater than her own revenge. With the empire on the brink of collapse, she must master her newfound power and choose where her loyalty lies. Can she break the curse and help save a doomed empire, or will her thirst for vengeance lead to destruction? ——— Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. My body stiffened as a palace guard called for me from the other side, but I ignored it. Mei, on the other hand, began pushing me away in a panic. "Cheng, let go," she said, struggling in my arms. "Can't you hear him? What if he comes in and sees us like this?" "I don't care," I replied, my lips brushing her ear. "Tell me you forgive me, that's all I need. I won't let go until you do." I knew I was taking a risk, a huge one, if we were seen like this, there would be consequences. But losing Mei would be the bigger risk, the one I couldn't take. I couldn't let her slip away. "I just need to hear you forgive me, mei. That's all I need right now." The guard knocked again, calling my name, and Mei struggled harder. "Cheng, please," she said, her voice cracking under the strain. But I didn't budge. Finally she muttered, "Fine. I forgive you." "I forgive you, you crazy jerk." "You really mean that?" I asked, my voice barely audible. She nodded, exasperated, and only then did I release her. Just as I did, the door swung open, and I barely had time to step back before the palace guard entered, the guard rushed in, his face pale with worry. It was a close call. too close, but I didn't care. Mei flinched at the intrusion, but quickly composed herself, stepping away from me to a more respectable distance. The guard, wide-eyed and clearly flustered, fell to his knees in a bow. "My deepest apologies, Your Highness. I called for you several times but received no reply. I entered out of concern, fearing the worst." I glanced at Mei, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. She simply gave the guard one last look and walked out, leaving the room without a word. I let out a long, exhausted sigh, running a hand through my hair, still reeling from everything that had just happened. Turning back to the guard, I motioned for him to stand. "Get up" "And next time, don't enter my room without permission." ———— Author’s Note (Rong King) This story is a work of fiction, entirely created from my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places is purely coincidental. I have made every effort to craft a compelling narrative, but I acknowledge that some scenes or details may be inaccurate or unintentionally offensive. For this, I sincerely apologize. My intention is to entertain and inspire, not to harm or misrepresent. Thank you for your understanding. As we journey together through this story, my greatest hope is that our lives reflects God’s love and truth in all we do. I put my faith in Jesus Christ, who gave His life for me, and it’s my prayer that His grace and mercy touch each of us. Thank you for being part of this. May God bless you abundantly!

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.

"You hate me," Lily mouthed through trembling lips. Zayn leaned closer, his voice low and bitter. “No. Hate is too cheap. I want you to feel what I did. Every scream. Every loss.” She didn’t flinch. She was tired of pleading. She just looked at him with eyes full of quiet pain. So why did it feel like his heart was shattering? Lily Brightpaw was born the daughter of an Alpha, but she never lived like one. Mute from childhood and unable to shift, she was treated as a curse by her family. Blamed for her mother’s death and beaten into silence, Lily grew up unloved and unwanted. She believed the Moon Goddess would send her a mate who would rescue her but she was wrong. The night her pack fell, Lily was dragged from a shack and thrown at the feet of her new Alpha, Zayn Knightmoon. He was the man her family enslaved. Now he is the alpha who rules over her and he wants revenge. Zayn lost everything. His father. His mate. His pack. All at the hands of Lily’s family. When he realized Lily is his second chance mate, he rejected her without hesitation and swore to make her suffer. But the more he punished her, the more he saw the truth: Lily was nothing like the monsters who raised her. She’s a victim too and broken… like him. Zayn found himself torn between vengeance and a bond he never asked for. Will Lily’s suffering be enough to quiet the ghosts of his past or will revenge destroy them both?

Leo Aetherwind was born a once-in-a-million-years genius—blessed with an immortal body, an illustrious bloodline, and a future foretold to rival gods. Yet, none of it could save him from betrayal. Framed by his own step-sisters, abandoned by his beloved Serena, and crushed under the weight of a rigged prophecy, Leo died a death worse than a dog—watching the hero Alex Bladecrest rise with all the heroines that once belonged to him. But fate flinched. Leo has regressed. Now reborn at the beginning of his journey, with memories of his downfall and the forbidden knowledge of future events, Leo no longer plays nice. He will seize every opportunity, devour every fate-bound power, and crush the “destined hero” underfoot. In a world that worships prophecy— Leo Aetherwind will rewrite the script. Even if he must become the villain who shatters the heavens. "He died a pawn of fate. Now he returns to break the game."

"you think I spared you because you were innocent ",Calhoun smirked showing his perfectly white fangs which made Genevieve gulp slightly. she step back backwards when he came forward but he didn't stop until Eve's back was on the wall.compare to his figure she was small. "L-lord Rhodes w-what do you mean?", she stuttered questioning him,but then he moved closer again crouching his neck to her level their faces inches apartment causing her to get flustered and Calhoun smiled liking her reaction. "I mean I like every heartbeat and breath of yours ", Calhoun said making her heart skip a beat which was his favorite rhythm to listen to. "B-but I'm just a-", I'm just a commoner she was about to say when she felt his lips on hers she tried pushing him away but compare to her strength he was 30 times stronger she just gave in closing her eyes. First it felt cold but as he kept moving his lips on hers it became warm surprisingly he was slow at first for a cold ruler like him , the she gasped giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth tasting her for the first time and she was so sweet,then he bit her lower lip drawing a little amount of blood from it making her flinch in pain but he sucked on her lower lip reduce the pain. "you aren't a commoner to me Genny ", he said looking at her with adoration in his eyes " you are my woman ". she opened her eyes in shock not because he called her in another short form of her name but because he called her 'his woman'. during the war between the super naturals(vampires, werewolves, sea creatures,faces{fairies},witches) and mankind which was caused by fallen angels who were chased out of heaven because they wanted to be like God after they discovered the book called NEMORIS written by one of the first created arch angels called Silas he too was thrown out of heaven because of the book he created. the book was all about how angels and powers that can be derived from angels blood. the fallen angels who were now called demons spread the word about the NEMORIS which was now missing not knowing that Silas hid the book somewhere for the safety of mankind and everything .The NEMORIS had a key to open it he gave it to a human who held the key in a locket so the demons or any other person wouldn't find out . Then they planned to kill Silas but before he was killed he fell in love with a vampiress who was also in love with him her name was Lawrence she didn't know what Silas was and so did Silas to her but before she could tell Silas about her pregnancy and her true identity she watched him get killed by demons they were now after her,so she hid the pregnancy from people and gave birth to a forbidden myth that was written in the NEMORIS the child born of a dark angel and a pure blooded vampire, but she died during child birth . after centuries the war came to an end where six people from different part of the supernaturals came to civilize everyone and ruling them using a dynasty call aphrodon where any kind can stay in as their home so the six people ruled the world using aphrodon it's like a kingdom with six lords. But is the war over ? people are still out looking for the NEMORIS after centuries and who did Silas give the key to the NEMORIS to? and where did he hide the NEMORIS? and lastly is the child born of Lawrence and Silas alife after all this time? find your answers after reading the story. please read my first story.

This synopsis only covers the beginning of the novel; it represents just a small part of the full story. Xiandre Valkyrie, infamously known as the Smiling Reaper, was once the most wanted criminal in the world. After years of chaos, fame, and unparalleled glory, he grew bored of it all. Craving peace, he staged his own death—shooting himself in the head on Lilika’s Silver Bridge of Flinch, falling into the waters below, and vanishing from history. Unbeknownst to the world, he had adopted a new identity: Kian, an ordinary high school student. Four years later, while attending Ka-agahan Academy, a mysterious broadcast interrupted his class—a nuclear missile was heading directly toward the school. Death seemed certain. But just before impact, everything turned white. When Kian’s vision returned, he—and a select group of students from different academic classes—found themselves transported to a vast castle in another world. Their summoner: Princess Millie. Her claim: they had all died and been brought here to become Holy Soldiers, champions chosen to battle the eldritch god of profanity. Each student was evaluated—measured by the strength of their magical affinity and the elemental power they possessed in this new world. The main character, Xiandre, was granted the potent Element of Control, a power shared by his entire class. But when his individual tier was assessed, the results were shocking: Tier One—the lowest possible rank. Heavenly SYSTEM Level: 1 User: Xiandre Valkyrie Element: Controller Tier Level: 1 Stats: Strength: 1 Speed: 1 Defense: 1 Princess Millie, feigning grace, assured everyone that having a low tier was nothing to be ashamed of—"No one is perfect," she smiled. But Kian—Xiandre—sensed the truth. Princess Millie adored the strong and held no value for the weak. She and the goddess Fillia plotted to eliminate those deemed unworthy. When Xiandre’s power level was falsely assessed as one of the weakest, he was betrayed by his classmates who were easily manipulated by the genius and brilliancy of princess Millie he was cast aside. Along with other "weaklings," he was banished to the depths of hell. Yet Xiandre did not break. Instead, he smiled. "This is was more exciting than being the hero of the story." Xiandre Quoted (Average Chapter words length 1500 - 2500 words) Status |Finished|

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

"She was never meant to be seen. He was never meant to exist." In the quiet town of Gloria, Aidan lives in hiding—his blood potent, his identity dangerous. Bound by a secret past and the weight of a curse, he crafts potions for survival and watches over his younger twin, Adeena. When an invitation arrives for a royal ball in the capital, Aidan makes a choice that will haunt him: he lets her go. Dressed in borrowed silk and escorted by a paid chaperone, Adeena enters a world of chandeliers, masks, and veiled intentions. Aidan stays behind... at first. But when his uncle warns him of a shadow moving within the palace—one that knows what he is—Aidan infiltrates the event, unseen, cloaked in secrecy. The ball ends in fire. The girl vanishes. Aidan’s blood can heal—but not rewind time.Adeena smiled as the violins swelled. Draped in sapphire blue, her hair pinned with borrowed pearls, she looked older than her years—almost noble. No one in that ballroom knew she’d come from a forgotten village. No one knew her chaperone was paid. No one suspected the boy who sent her here was watching from above. Aidan stood among the shadows of the chandelier beams, breath held tight, gaze fixed only on her. He was never meant to be seen—not here, where his father’s face might be recognized in his own. Eldric gave the signal. Everything’s fine. But it wasn’t. A woman in red silk approached Adeena. She smiled too much. She moved too slowly. And when she touched Adeena’s hand—just a brush—Aidan flinched. That’s not Dahlia, he thought. And it’s not Mary. The chandeliers exploded. The glass rained like cursed snow. By the time Aidan reached the ballroom floor, Adeena was gone. Turning is a gothic fantasy of stolen identities, cursed bloodlines, and a brother’s descent into a world that was never meant to remember him. For readers of Heaven Official’s Blessing, Who Made Me a Princess, and The Abandoned Empress.

⚠️ Disclaimer: This story contains themes such as childhood abuse, trauma, mental health struggles, and emotional pain. It is inspired by real-life experiences, told through fictional storytelling to raise awareness, spark healing, and give voice to silent suffering. This novel does NOT promote or glorify abuse, violence, or trauma. Reader discretion is advised. ✨ Synopsis: Born into celebration, Siya was adored like a goddess. But life was never as perfect as it seemed. Behind her family's smiling faces were secrets, silence, and shadows she was too young to understand. From betrayal, abuse, and emotional chaos to nights spent begging for peace—Siya grew up learning to smile while silently breaking. But just when she thought her past had taken everything, he arrived. Ruhan—charming, gentle, protective. A boy who didn’t flinch at her truth. A boy whose love felt like healing. A love so pure, it made her believe again. But can love survive everything? Or will her past destroy the only person who truly chose her? This is not just a story of pain. It’s a story of survival. Of healing. Of the kind of love every broken heart dreams of.

Raka Wright had just turned 18, it was supposed to be a joyous day. Filled with joy and laughter, instead, the sky split into two. They called it The Merger. That day, a second sun bled through the clouds and stitched the fantasy realm of Arche to Earth. Skyscrapers swallowed by mountains, coastlines vanished in fire, and entire countries burned to ashes. A silver-tongued deity dangled salvation before Raka’s family, then dropped them to their deaths. Where other survivors stretched trembling hands toward divinity, Raka met the gods’ gaze and did not flinch. “If heaven will not mourn with me, let it tremble before me.” Somewhere in the shattered world, time holds its breath around a sleeper wrapped in humming light—an unfinished weapon awaiting its cue. Behold the one forged in the fires of the end of the world, destined to kindle the first light of its rebirth. Things to expect: - Magic mixed with technology - Weak to strong, gets a boost in the beginning but its a hard climb from there. - Slow pacing, like pretty slow - Post Apocalyptic-ish - Action scenes that make sense - God vs Mortal and rewriting fate themes Note: SLOW PACED STORYTELLING! *********** I will also be posting on RoyalRoad . com u der the same name. https: //www . royalroad . com /profile/707226/ fictions **********

[Mature Content! NO RAPE!] “It was a deal with the mafia boss, a supreme alpha in the shadows.” A bargain with the Mafia, the Petrov family, was when her life took a twisted turn. After losing her parents and freedom, Adeline sought revenge. Her first step was to get involved with the next Don of a rival mafia group, and what could be more infuriating for the Petrov family than finding out that she had made a deal with the Kuznetsov heir? Caesar Romanovich Kuznetsov, the Russian mafia often called ‘Tzar’ by humans, was the only man who could bring down her enemies. However, Adeline was unaware of the bizarre connection between them. Caesar desired nothing more than power—to instill fear and dominate his enemies. But that was until…he met the forced wife of his enemy. Fascination, thrill, and the need to bring her undone... Imagine his surprise. He wouldn’t flinch from burning the whole world if that’s what Adeline wished. But in exchange for sealing the deal, Caesar wanted nothing more than a mere kiss from his mate! ——— How to contact me: >>>Instagram: peachbunbun999 >>>Discord: peachbunbun999 follow on Instagram ^^

They say demons are the real monsters. They have yet to meet her mother. She wears a crown, commands a kingdom, and signed her death warrant without so much as flinching. Rya—once heir to the Kingdom of Runevale—is now its most wanted fugitive. Betrayed by the throne that raised her and hunted by the man she once called a friend, she ran. She bled. She nearly died. Then he found her. Lucius B. Draven. The King of Threnor. One of the Seven Princes of Hell, War, wrapped in human skin. He offers her protection. A place to hide. A chance to live. But nothing from a Prince of Hell comes without a price.

He’s not trying to be anything. He just never stopped. Kaelen doesn’t speak much. He trains. He listens. He endures. He was six when the world ended. No one came for his block. By the time a rescue team arrived, he had already crawled out—torn up, alone, and changed. Now he’s nineteen—one of hundreds raised underground to survive what’s still out there. He doesn’t make friends. He doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t belong on a team—and after a while, no one expects him to. But he keeps showing up. Every day. Quiet. Precise. Alone. And when the others start falling behind, when instructors stop seeing him as a student and start seeing him as something that doesn’t fit anywhere—he doesn’t flinch. He’s not there to stand out. He’s there because nothing else makes sense anymore. ⸻ The Berserker Way is a grounded, psychological dark fantasy about silence, survival, and what happens when you shape yourself into something that doesn’t fit anywhere—but can’t be ignored. ⸻ Originally published on Royal Road by D. Hollow.

Zavala Levine was like some pitiful female lead that had to face difficult challenges because she was from a poor family. She woke up one morning only to find herself in the body of the palace maid, Mitilde Ashley who slept with the mischievous and fearsome, but devilishly handsome prince in the novel she read before she slept. Damon Salvatore is heartless, ruthless, and sly. The only Vampire prince in the kingdom. His name is enough to make the ones who heard it flinch in fear.. Unable to face the prince, Mitilde Ashley flees to Yarnat empire to start a new life. Unfortunately for her, she meets Damon Salvatore. She wanted nothing to do with him and claimed not to know him. But Damon Salvatore shamelessly asked her to take responsibility for what she did the other night. Will she be able to escape the clutches of this shameless prince?

... “You told me you didn’t love her,” Ravyn whispered, her voice shaking. “And now she’s carrying your child?” The Alpha stared at her, cold. Unbothered. “She’s my betrothed. It was bound to happen.” The words felt like a knife straight through her ribs. She had slept with him last night. Let him touch her. Let him hold her like she was the only woman he’d ever want. And now another woman carried his child? Stupid. She’d been so stupid. ... “You can’t forcefully mate with me,” Ravyn said, smiling without warmth. “Unless you’re ready to drop dead.” The Beta’s warm green-golden eyes burned, his claws flexing. “I will make you mine,” he growled. “If not today—then soon. And when I do…” He stepped forward, watching the way her legs pressed tightly together. “I’ll tear through your mind until there’s no one left in it but me.” Ravyn swallowed. But she didn’t flinch. Let him try. She’d rip him apart before she let him win. ... “You’re the reason my mother was taken,” Ravyn said, voice like venom. “I did it to save mine,” he snapped. Her fingers curled into fists. “I should rip you to pieces.” “Then do it,” he whispered. “Because I’d do it all over again.” ... Three different men. Three different roles. An Alpha, a Beta, and a Rogue. And then there was her—a witch who hated werewolves with every bone in her body. So what do you mean she was fated to three of them? She came to the Court to find answers about her missing mother. She stayed to kill the monsters responsible. But the real betrayal? She fell into the arms of the very men she swore to destroy. She should’ve never danced at the castle. Should’ve never worn that mask. Should’ve never let herself feel. Because now, she was trapped. Bound by fate that states: > If she tries to break the mate bond—she dies. If they force her to accept it—they die. And still, they want her.

She died with their names on her lips. Her husband — Lee Tae Joon. Who held her close while stealing her money... and sleeping with her cousin. Her cousin — Jung Ji-a. Envious. Twisted. She smiled through every lie, craved everything Na-ri had, and took joy in watching her fall. Her aunt — Kang Mi-na. The final knife. Poisoned her as she lay broken, all for the inheritance. Kang Na-ri trusted them all. And they buried her. But fate made a mistake. Now she’s back — two years before her death. Alive. Aware. And angry. She’s done crying. This time, she’s the storm. And standing at her side is Han Jin-woo — a cold, powerful man who sees her rage and doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t want her heart. He wants revenge just as much. Together, they’ll burn the liars out of their shadows. One by one. Because Na-ri didn’t return to forgive. She returned to ruin them. They thought they killed her. But all they did was set her free.

[COMPLETED] “Can I trust that your feelings won't impact this?” he asked, staring at her with a menacing intensity. “I'm here for the job. You require someone to play a role, and I simply need payment. This is strictly a business deal. Let's both wear our brightest smiles," she replied, maintaining a serene expression not flinching a bit at the intensity of his stare. *** “What if a client develops feelings for you?” he inquired. Venessa's heart skipped a beat at his words but she was still able to maintain her composure. “My job forbids it, as long as I'm bound by the contract,” she murmured, just audible enough for him to hear. *** Vanessa, an ordinary college student, lands a job at an escort rental agency after losing her previous one in an unfortunate incident. There, she encounters Jayden, a successful CEO seeking a rental girlfriend who won't fall for him, as he's still enamoured with his celebrity partner. However, despite his intentions, Jayden ends up falling in love first because he can't help but fall for her charms. As their professional arrangement becomes increasingly complicated, both must grapple with their growing feelings and the boundaries of their business relationship. Will Jayden accept his newfound emotions, and will Venessa remain strictly professional or succumb to love? *** This book has a little element of fantasy as the male lead comes from a secret clan of immortals. Seat back a enjoy how mysteries are unravelled and our Ml and Fl fall in love.

“If I told you she was a goddess, you’d be wrong. If I told you she was the darkness itself… you’d still be wrong. She’s much more— And she makes eternity feel like home.” Rowel is a wandering, flamboyant magician with a coat full of tricks. With a mind stitched together from the memories of others—a patchwork identity held together by forbidden magic and sheer audacity. He trades in secrets and stolen recollections, paying the price of memory with pieces of himself every time he wields his dark powers. has never feared the unknown. Until he met her. Ravenne is her name—an ancient, eldritch being draped in human skin and sovereign silence. Worlds crumble where she walks, stars dim when she dreams. She has never loved. Never cared. Never flinched. But when Rowel stumbles into her realm by chance—or fate—fate-the performance begins, one he'd done before. From cursed kingdoms to collapsing realities, from magical toy soldiers to royal horrors hidden beneath gilded halls, their journey spirals into something neither of them expected: intimacy, madness, and devotion. As Ravenne slowly lowers her godlike veil and Rowel sheds his clownish smile, the boundary between human and divine begins to fray. But when grief bleeds into vengeance and forbidden rituals awaken ancient darkness, only one question remains: Can such an attraction survive a descent into something far beyond gods and men? ...or will devotion turn into destruction, when even eternity becomes too fragile to hold them?” ______________ "It feels much safer with you, Ravenne," "Safe... near me?" There was a note of incredulity in her tone. Not mocking or cold. Just curious. "I’ve unraveled worlds with less reason than a blink." Her hand lingered, fingers grazing his cheek, featherlight. Almost reverent. "Yet you curl beside me like I am shelter." She knelt—elegantly, terrifyingly quiet—and placed her forehead to his for a moment. "Then rest. If I am the reason you feel safe... then let that be true. Just for you." Rowel Character Illustration: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/954083480378151062/1382512311876714496/3iJhigbhVJsffiN8kcVvA.png?ex=684b6c6c&is=684a1aec&hm=dba220d7331a3ebe996a1345ea73c3d37de4d1da936414ce9646ff004988da13& Ravenne's Character Illustration: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/954083480378151062/1382512352355942430/EX8F4tjrGg8urZ4ulugJA.png?ex=684b6c76&is=684a1af6&hm=d16db7d29ca3448a9e455e88879615a5093f23e40a47e43cc3a9b970671cf022&

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.

It tells the story of a young man named Fang Yuan who is reborn and counterattacked in a world full of trickery. Fang Yuan went through hardships in his previous life and embarked on the road of pursuing eternal life after being reborn. This road is full of thrills. He has his own unique way of behavior. He never flinchs in the face of various challenges and competes with other proud sons of heaven. Fangyuan is not tolerated by the world, but it keeps getting stronger in loneliness.

Rosella Rivers is just trying to survive a year at Saint Augustine’s — a posh UK prep school where legacies rule and scholarship girls vanish under designer shadows. Enter Damien Carter. Rich, ruthless, ridiculously good-looking — and the heir to a tech empire with a heart colder than his iced coffee. To him, Rosella’s just a glitch in his perfect algorithm. But she talks back. She doesn’t flinch. And worse… she makes him feel. What starts as cold war turns into mind games, hallway heat, and dangerously stolen moments. Because in a school built on secrets and silver spoons, love is the last thing either of them can afford — But maybe the only thing they can’t fight.

She's Lyka Kristine Hoffman in her past life. Because of the explosion she transmigrated into a very fragile, delicate,weak little lady of the Zhao family. Everybody loves her. Everybody dotes on her. But the best life that she thought that will still be the best till the end will crumble. Hopes will shuttered. She thought that in this life she will lead a very beautiful life full of hope and happiness but fairy tales doesn't really exist in her case maybe in others but mine? Nuh uh. But she will take her revenge no matter what. She will ask their lives for the payment of their sins. She will be the judge, the ruler and be the manipulator of the scenes. She will make their lives miserable. They are just a chess pieces in her game, a pawn to be exact. "You played my life before but now is my turn" But what if she will discover that the things that she know is just the tip of the iceberg? Thousands of secrets will be unraveled, all the lies will be discovered. Her life is full of mystery. Her life is fall of ups and downs like a roller coaster but the best thing that happened to her is being with HIM. Being with the best man in the world that loves and dotes her really makes her think that God isn't that against her. Him ...the mysterious Second Young master Lu of the Capital. The mysterious head of the Lu family that even just a mention of his name makes you shivered and flinch. He's very scary, rumored to be ugly and old. But only Miss Zhao knows that the Old and Ugly Second Young Master Lu they are talking about is a very handsome and loving guy. Proof of his love is that she always wake up late every morning with aching body full of love bites and marks. THIS IS MY OWN STORY. The characters and events in this story are purely fictional. I made this story because of the influence of chinese novels I've read for the past years. But English is not my first Language so bear with it guys and this is not edited also. P.s: The book's cover doesn't belong to me.

The marble floor gleamed under Adunni’s heels as she walked deeper into the candlelit ballroom, each step cutting through murmurs and curiosity. In a room filled with silk, diamonds, and secrets, she moved like a storm in velvet. Luca DeLuca didn’t greet her right away. He stood at the edge of the balcony in a tuxedo so sharp it looked dangerous, one hand curled around a glass of wine the color of blood, the other shoved in his pocket. Those golden eyes locked on hers the moment she entered — dark, unblinking, predatory. “You came,” he said, voice a low scrape of gravel and silk. “I’m here for the artifact,” Adunni replied, her chin lifted. “Not the theatrics.” He chuckled, slow and deliberate, like he already knew she was lying. “And yet… your heartbeat’s telling me a different story.” Her pulse did skip — once. But she didn’t flinch. “Your ego’s bigger than your empire.” He stepped closer, closing the space like gravity, until she could feel his heat in the breath between them. “You know what I think, Adunni?” “I’m not interested in your thoughts.” “I think your body recognizes mine. On a level your mind hasn’t caught up to yet.” Her breath hitched, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she held his gaze — fire to fire. “Be careful, DeLuca,” she murmured. “I bite back.” His eyes darkened, glowing faintly gold. Just for a second. Then he leaned in, not touching, just a whisper of heat against her jawline. “Good,” he said, his voice nothing but breath. “I like a woman with teeth.”

Book Blurb for Pretty Privilege Clara Evans has always lived in a world that bends in her favor—coffee is free, cab fares vanish, and strangers trip over themselves just to hold open a door. It’s not luck. It’s not charm. It’s magic—a cosmic force that makes every man swoon, every obstacle vanish, and every moment effortless. She’s the embodiment of pretty privilege made real. But perfection has its price. Beneath the flurry of flattery and the flood of freebies, Clara is drowning in loneliness. No one sees her. Not really. Until she meets Mark Harrison—a dry-witted lawyer who doesn’t so much as flinch at her beauty. He’s immune, skeptical, and maddeningly unaffected. Intrigued by his indifference, Clara does something she’s never done before: she tries. She stumbles. She grows. In a dazzling blend of romantic comedy and magical realism, Pretty Privilege follows Clara’s journey through enchanted brunches, defiant pigeons, emotionally confusing yoga sessions, and some very poorly timed rain. Alongside her sketchbook, a sarcastic best friend, and the one man who truly sees her, Clara must confront the ridiculousness of a world that worships beauty—and what it really means to earn love. Witty, heartfelt, and slyly satirical, this novel is a celebration of imperfect people, messy self-discovery, and the quiet magic of being real. Perfect for fans of The Love Hypothesis and The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, it’s a modern fairy tale where true love isn't given—it's chosen.

Rocky has always been invisible. Living alone in a small, run-down apartment with no parents or relatives, he’s spent his life surrounded by silence and shadows. At school, he’s the punching bag — scrawny, pale, and considered ugly by his classmates, a target for daily bullying. No matter how many times they shoved him, punched him, or mocked him, Rocky never lifted a finger. He simply took it. Until today. When one of the bullies crosses a line, sneering that Rocky’s parents must’ve been just as weak and pathetic as he is, something inside Rocky snaps. For the first time in his life, he doesn’t flinch — he fights back. As the bully throws a punch, Rocky’s body moves before his mind can catch up: a sharp, precise kick connects with the bully’s chin, sending teeth flying and blood pouring. In that moment, Rocky feels something he’s never known before: power. The years of fear, humiliation, and pain fall away. No longer afraid, no longer the victim, Rocky’s transformation begins — an

Title: His Favorite Poison: Until Death Makes Us Worse Genre: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | Possessive Male Lead | Tragedy | Obsession --- Synopsis: It started with a scream. Mira Thorne kicked the back of the driver’s seat, rage and fear blending in her bloodshot eyes. “Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice cracking. But the men in front only glanced at her through the rearview mirror—smirking, silent, and cruel. She kicked again. Harder. The car swerved. CRASH! Glass shattered. Tires screamed. The car flipped, spun, then hit a ditch with a thud. Mira’s body slammed into the door. Pain tore through her, but she didn’t wait. She crawled out. Ran. A flash of headlights nearly blinded her—another car almost crushed her bones, but she dove aside at the last second. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs shaking. Then she saw the forest. Thick. Dark. Unforgiving. She ran straight down the hill—stumbled—rolled—tumbled into the trees. The air tore her lungs, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, car doors slammed. Footsteps followed. “Stop running, Mira!” She didn’t. Gunshots rang out. Bang! A searing pain exploded in her arm. She screamed, fell again, rolled over dry leaves and stone. Still, she rose. And then… She saw it. A mansion. Dark stone. Down the hill. Looming like a sleeping beast. She ran. Her legs barely holding. Her blood soaking her sleeve. And just as she stumbled past a cluster of trees—she saw him. Standing at the edge of the mansion’s balcony. A glass of wine in hand. Eyes sharp and expression unreadable. Damien Voss. She screamed, desperate, broken. “Help me!” He only raised an eyebrow. And behind him—two tigers stepped into view, their fur glinting in the moonlight. Mira froze. The men still chased her. Gunshots behind. Her vision swam. Her legs gave out. But she stood. She ran toward the tigers. They lunged. She dodged—barely. Her mind screamed to survive. Her body obeyed. She reached the edge. Damien tilted his head. She collapsed in front of him, kneeling, gasping, kowtowing at his feet. > “Please… save me.” He crouched down, cold eyes meeting hers. His fingers curled under her chin. > “If I save you… what do I gain?” Behind them, one of the pursuers screamed— A tiger ripped into him. The others tried to escape. Too late. Damien raised his hand. The tigers stopped. Silent. Obedient. One man’s body was already torn open on the grass. Mira trembled. > “I’ll give you anything,” she whispered. “Money?” “Everything. My soul. My life. Just let me live.” Damien’s lips curved. He chuckled. Low. Dark. He waved his hand. Bullets rained. His guards appeared from the shadows and opened fire—merciless and precise. Mira flinched as blood splattered beside her. She didn’t dare move. --- If I can’t be happy, nobody can,” Mira says. “If I want you to be happy, you will be,” Damien replies. “I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way—including you.” “Then I’ll buy coffins for both of us—or we can share one.” “I’ll be your poison.” “Then I’ll take it.” “I will never be with you.” “Then you’ll be the reason the world ends.” “I don’t care if the world drowns in blood.” “Then I’ll make it happen—and you’ll be the star of the show, my little pet.” ____ She called herself a thorn. A curse. A walking poison. He called her entertainment, obsession—his favorite game. Even when he vomited blood, he reached for her. I told you I will be your death she said > “I’m attracted to poisonous flowers,” he replied “Till death tears us apart,” she whispered as she watch him frown in pain from the poison. “Till death tears us never,” he swore, pressing his lips to hers. warning warning the FL and the ml are red flags

"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

*Spawns into existence with an overpowered past* Walks in an elegant and dignified gait, takes a seat on a chair as if he was a sovereign and gazes down at you. "Hello, ladies~" I spoke in an enchanting yet overbearing tone, gazing at the ladies, who were dazed gazing up at me in a near-revering state. "And to you guys too" I mumbled in annoyance as my eyes landed on men. "Hey, can't you just remove men, except for me, from my world?" I asked _Eshwar_. (*_Eshwar_ choks on the drink he was drinking and glances away*) "Tsk, useless!" I cursed at him and glanced away, ignoring his menacing glare, that spoke volumes on his urge to erase me out of existence. "Him and I have spoken and we have come to an agreement on him telling you guys my opus, and heh, I will, of course, be the main focus, so ladies~~ You'll be seeing me soon~" I spoke to the ladies gazing up at me, while I continued to ignore the men in the crowd. Glancing to the side, my eyes fell on the men, who flinched at the ominous foreboding feeling that abruptly chruned their stomach, "You better keep your ladies safe...... since they'll be mine soon~~" I said with a smile that made men shudder while charming the women at the same time. My gaze swept over the crowd beneath, "Since the world I am to transmigrate into is overwhelmingly futuristic, there are many things to adventure about, so we have decided on, not dwelling too much on politics and other shit, but instead focus only on women and me~" I stated with an enchanting grin. *In a distinct chatter* "Oi, tell them the truth!!" _Eshwar_'s voice yelled at, from a distance..... "No wait, isn't he right? But a bit of politics should be good....." _Eshqar_'s mumbled whispers trickled my sensitive ears, but I didn't like the words that left his mouth. "Oi, we discussed not to include politics and shit like tha-" But it was already too late..... _Eshwar_'s pen wielding hand flitted across the plot filled sheets, as a subtle exclamation escaped his mouth, and at that, I could instantly tell that he was up to no good! "Oi-" "With a bit of politics!" He yelled from a distance, as a ghastly silence descended upon me and the crowd gazing up at me, while the men grinned mockingly and women tilted their heads to the side in such cuteness that I almost forgot the plight at hand. Afterall, when I narrated my opus, I stated repeatedly that I don't like politics! "You added politics?" I asked with a forced smile. "Mhm" _Eshwar_ nodded his head innocently. ".....politics?" "Yeah" "Ohyoumotherfu-" *with the distinct sounds of crashes, both of them fled from the scene* -- [AN's Promise] "Well, let's experience as many beautiful love stories as possible~" [A lovely bundle of fluffy love stories] -- AN: I don’t know who the artist of the cover is, but if you want me to remove it.... you can ask me to do so (T-T). Credits to the artist. I write with my phone so there could be typos, thank you! (Honest thoughts: Goddamn the art is goooood!! of course, I have edited it to link my novel to it, but DAYAM!!) •••• Golden Tickets [+5] = +1 Chapters Golden Tickets [+10] = +2 Chapters Golden Tickets [+20] = +3 Chapters Golden Tickets [+50] = +4 Chapters Golden Tickets [+100] = +5 Chapters