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Hell is empty and all the devils are here. Shakespeare – [The Tempest] As a form of punishment for mistakenly killing an innocent civilian, Song Zhuyu, a priest and part-time exorcist, found himself exiled to the distant shores of Shenci Island, hundreds of miles away from his hometown and the only city he had ever known his whole life. However, unbeknownst to anyone, he harbored a secret agenda— to hunt down the culprit who had turned his life upside down. Fully prepared for meeting danger at every turn, what he encountered instead was a beautiful, serene island, albeit with two strange ironclad rules: First, do not climb the hill after 1 AM. Second, do not interact with Rui Ye. On the first night of his stay, Song Zhuyu broke two of the taboos, only to discover that the infamous Rui Ye was nothing like he had expected. “I am cursed,” the blind, beautiful man told him with a wistful smile. “If you associate yourself with me, the curse will haunt you too.” In response, Song Zhuyu’s lips hooked into a careless smile, “I don’t think you have to worry about that. I, myself, am cursed as well. What’s the big deal about adding another one?” But as inexplicable deaths began to plague the island, Song Zhuyu realized that the island, including the helpless and soft-hearted Rui Ye he had come to know, held a far darker secret than he could've ever imagined. In a race against time, he must navigate the treacherous waters of deceit and betrayal to unravel the island’s sinister truth and achieve his goal before it's too late. *** Pretty, flirtatious yet heartless priest gong x blind, mysterious and cursed shou Additional tags: gong/seme/top protagonist, action, mystery, suspense, horror, psychological, thriller, dark elements, angel and demons, slow romance, murder, crime, beautiful protagonist, older love interest, 1 vs 1, dubcon, supernatural creatures, exorcism, tragedy, past plays a big part Find me on: Instagram: delanasiwarka Discord server: bit.ly/delanadiscord

Society views witches as abominations, and as such, treats them that way. While on an errand for her coven, Lilith spies on a young Lycan boy playing with his friends, wistful for the life she could have had. In a twist of fate, she encounters him again, and a relationship blossoms between them. But in a world that wants nothing to do with witches, will their relationship survive the stigma? @ Art by Thorkell_40k

“Pierre Durand, a wistful man, spends his final days in Brittany reminiscing about his childhood, youth, and love of archeology. During this time, he rereads the historical books discovered in the excavation and hand-bound by his uncle, Armel Durand.

R18. The consequences of sex ripple through a lifetime for four college-aged friends, Ruby, Coral, Josh and Luke. Steamy, juicy, racy, yet sensually romantic. Let’s start with wistful Luke, your reflective narrator—the shy watcher. Next, the lovey-dove Coral, the group's collective adhesive. A modern girl with a regency heart, whom Ruby has the hots for. God, she is gorgeous. Coral’s action boyfriend, over-eager Josh, is a hunk who only has sex on his mind and is hopeful Coral will be his first! And risqué Ruby. The little minx is sassy, sharp, conniving, and considering getting inked as the story commences. There is plenty of wayward troupe fun and raucous laughs through high school and college in 1970s Melbourne. Whoops, an overdose of selfishness by everyone at eighteen, and relationships mess because pleasure ignited by pleasure’s ignition is always a pleasure for two or more until someone muddies it with words or actions. So, adult theme warning, erotic impulses are indulged. However, they generate contemplative introspection on friendship, passion, self-centeredness, cheating, brooding, contrition, resilience and love over the next forty years. The story unfolds like recall, intentional or spontaneous, rolling in and out of our minds, non-chronologically. Our yearnings are tattooed under our skin. From there, they will swell back. Ready, set, go, read the ripples! Author Note: The novel is complete, and all 133 chapters will be uploaded and remain unlocked. Dedication For anyone who gifts a second chance Epigraph “all those kids” It is attributed to H.S.Truman, by Henry A. Wallace, diary entry of 10 August 1945. Acknowledgement To the women who shaped my contemplative life and the women, I owe contrition. To my wife, who frames the frame of my life and my daughters, who asked me the perennially unanswerable questions about love and relationships, which triggered me to write the story. To my editors; Nikki, who sparked the novel’s ripples through time and Jennifer, who drew out of me a more engaging and cohesive narrative. To Sonder, coined in 2012 by John Koenig, The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. To dandelion pappus; blown free of yearnings. I include the following here because its prudent as a writer: This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Except where real place names and actual tragic events are used with sensitivity.

"In the twisted tapestry of fate, Dolores found herself destined to love someone, yet her heart harbored a solemn decision—to extinguish that love before it could blossom. 'But in your case,' she confessed, the wind whispering through the remnants of a war-ravaged landscape, 'I would defy the predetermined threads and, instead, unveil my love for you.' Her gaze met the blonde blood tyrant, a wistful smile playing upon her lips. 'I won't entrust our destiny to the whims of fate; rather, I will wage a relentless battle against its constraints, all for you.' A tale woven between a witch and a tyrant, their connection forged in the fires of reincarnation and ignited in the flames of love at first sight. Against the backdrop of fallen gods and the ruins of a three-thousand-year history, she emerged as the sole red rose that flourished. 'In the aftermath, where others falter and fade, I shall endure, for we are entwined in a narrative that lies solely within the grasp of his hands.'"

The Porter of Porters. That had been Zane Silverdale's title ever since the Day of Ruination occurred. Ever since the holographic screens known as Systems appeared, ever since mana filled the earth. While others absorbed the magical energy in the air and obtained supernatural abilities, however, Zane remained unable to. They called him a Late Awakener. Others called him weak. But when a Dungeon Hunt goes wrong and Zane is forced to drink the blood of his own friend to survive, a wistful twist of fate leads to the rebirth of a man. [Become the Void you desire.] [Command your army.] [Devour them all.] From weak to strong. From human to vampire. From porter to the Shadow Sovereign. [Vampire Devouring System - Initializing...] ***** Discord: https://discord.gg/g326rUc5Jv ***** Cover is not mine. DM me on Discord if you wish for removal. Support my friend's cause! https://gofund.me/957b8a05

Just got home from work as a technician, like so many others. Ethan, the protagonist, had always been mellow, content with a simple life. He didn't have any grand passions, but he appreciated the routine and stability that his job provided. "Well, I don't really hate it," he thought to himself as he kicked off his shoes. "At least it pays the bills and keeps me going." However, as he settled into his quiet apartment, a tinge of loneliness crept in. He glanced at the pictures on the wall, reminding him of friends and colleagues with their families, leading lives filled with joy and companionship. "Seeing others with their families makes me a little envious," he mused, a hint of wistfulness in his voice. "Guess it's my fault for being single, though." Just as he was sinking into thoughts of longing, his phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from his sister, Lily. Despite the physical distance between them, she had always been a pillar of support in his life. Her message conveyed warmth and care, reminding Ethan that he was not alone. They often had conversations like this, where she shared updates about her successful career and urged him to keep his spirits up. These interactions, though brief, brought a sense of comfort to Ethan, as he knew he could count on his sister even in the darkest of times. As the conversation unfolded on the phone, Ethan's mellow demeanor softened, a glimmer of a smile appearing on his face. With his sister's voice in his ear, he felt a sense of connection and belonging that made him cherish the bond they shared. In a world where everything seemed uncertain, their conversations served as a lifeline, a reminder that he had someone who truly cared for him. And at that moment that time when its still dusk an Apocalypse that no one would ever expect, no one would want to wish to, happen and it will we be known as "The Cataclysm of Convergence"

Odetta Lawrence has a secret, she is posing as Olivia Reyes, a renowned breakout fashion designer. The world was finally recognizing her for her talents but not as her true self. She falls in love with the distrustful bigshot CEO of Luxe Textiles, Edward Cummings and Edward is falling for Olivia, but what happens if she lets her heart lead? Will she give up her career for love or love for her career? *** I hear she assaulted a local in Delhi, what a racist. _Exes15 Olivia scoffed tossing her phone into her purse and zipped it up clapping her hands together. "If you'd like, I'd put up that outfit," He leaned on the wall. "Maybe buy it off your hands," She spread her arms to keep them apart, Edward just had the best way of endearing her and she stood her ground. "You...you will?" She nearly forgot about the headlines. They walked together on the beach, she held her hands together. "I appreciate that," She bit her lip. He stepped in front of her and she stopped "I could grab my boat_" "Yes, I'd love to sail," Tasha stepped in wearing a green wrap up bikini and fabric around her waist, she rolled her eyes when Dante nudged her and she blushed. "Quit bugging me alright?" She said and bit down a laugh then blinked at Olivia. "Poor dear, I'm so sorry about that guy...," Olivia fidgeted locking her fingers, "Nevermind," Edward held her shoulder and she disliked his advances. "I know, he was really good looking, I guess you never can tell," She ranted holding on to a bunch of keys and sighed. "The boat," "Right," She said and they roamed to the docks. Olivia watched a crab wrestle with a broken shell and she saw another empty one. "Are you gonna give it or live in it?" He cackled unknotting a rope, he had help with the sails and she tossed it in the water. "No thanks, I'm fine, it's a really nice boat," "Thanks, it's just a rental," He said and he stepped inside stretching his hand. "No, thanks I got it," She stepped up and her other leg was stuck in-between. "Help," She crossed over. "It's slippery," He said and made it to the controls after he released the sails. "Are you sure you know how to sail? Because I'm concerned_" "You had to stand and watch me do a safety check. Olivia, there's a lotta things I had to learn," He said and twisted the keys and the jets rumbled spewing a stream of water. "Hang on," He said and she reached around his side. "This is not funny," She said leaning on his shoulder and he was the least ridiculous at the moment. "Here we go," Edward stirred the boat and he was aware of the direction of the wind and set sail across the shores till he was sure they hit the water. The smell of salt lingered in the air and he set his hand above his eyes at the distance. Olivia was wistful and held on, she couldn't think of the last thing to worry her, maybe a sail was what she needed the whole time. The water wobbled and the sky was getting grey and he picked up speed warranting another grip from Olivia. He felt a drip on his skin and she yawned. In a moment, the turbines gradually stopped spinning and her head rose stepping away from him. A smile returned to his face when he was sure they were safe, the island was just a few metres away, he would drive there in a moment but still, they had to enjoy the view. She sat down on a chair wistful about her dad's trips. "It's been a while since I've been on a sail," "Not long enough," He went to retrieve two glasses and handed her one. "Been a while since I've had a drink," She swivelled. She sipped and her eyes popped at the sweetness. "Apple juice?" He laughed. "I figure if we did, then none of us will be leaving this boat," She imagined careening and Edward laying on the edge, wasted and she shook her head. "Better safe than sorry," She crossed her legs

Nari the girl, whose punches every other guy of her age in her school had tasted. Park Ye Jun, the guy who excessively seemed interested in this tomboy who had entered his life first when she beat the pulp out of his friend. Nari hated Ye Jun but Park Ye Jun never missed a chance of showing his feelings to her. But then why suddenly he left the city and cut ties with everyone, even Nari. Why did he leave Nari alone when she wanted him finally? And what will happen when he finally comes back and Nari hates him again? Join them on the wistful, humourous, and sometimes unpredictable journey of them, The Page Where We Left... The total number of chapters (targeted): 150. Updates: Two chapters daily. The Privileged readers can get access to a sneak peek of further two to four chapters. It's a slow burn so buckle yourself up for A long journey!!!! Catch me on insta: _aislinn_jasper_ or talk to me on discord: Aislinn_Jasper #2125

All that Daisy needs is a sperm donor. She just doesn't trust the sperm banks. She doesn't want some devil spawn inside her. But she wants a baby. Her baby. At 32 she is sick of relationships. Every relationship she has been has been abusive. She wondered how her sister's marriage turned out fine. May be there was something wrong with her. Thomas didn't want to stop. He was climbing the stairs to success and he felt everything was just right. He didn't forget his humble past though. He just tried to push the distance between his past and his present. There were things he regretted about his life that he could not change. One thing that he did want to change was his loneliness. After the long business trips and hours of meetings his life seemed meaningless. So when Daisy shares her problem with him he wants to share her solution with her. _____________________________________________________ 'So you want a random stranger to become your sperm donor?' 'Why not? At least I would know he is not incarcerated or something.' 'Just by looking at him!' 'Yeah!' 'What about me?' 'What about you?' 'Would you like to have my baby?'

A bungo Stray Dogs fan fiction in which Dazai is a new recruit to the port mafia and chuuya has to train him. -gore warning- -graphic scenes warning-

Young, Rose Hollow has been moving family to family never finding the right place to stay as they only want the money that was left to her. Unable to trust anyone, Rose is left to stay at one home, but the owner of the home seems a little too odd and Rose wonders who this man really is. Owner of the mansion that Rose is staying in, Erik does his best to stay away from Rose as her blood is too enticing for him. Never having this kind of trouble with blood he wonders what makes her blood so special and why he's so drawn to it. As they say, curiosity killed the cat, Rose does her best to figure out who this man is and why he's allowed such a stranger like her to stay with him. No last name, never knew someone like him existed, and yet the one person she trusted the most suggested for her to stay at such a place. What will become of Rose? Will she find out Erik's true nature? Does Erik have enough strength to stay away from Rose? Will these two come together as one? Or will someone die for a foolish mistake? Read on to find out!! This is my first story written. I will do anything of this story for it to become worthy of your time! Thank you!

After transmigrating, Chi Muyao was locked in a ‘small dark room’ aka a cave, with the main villain Xi Huai. The demonic cultivator’s body was chained up and his spiritual energy sealed. Chi Muyao’s situation was…awkward to say the least. He needed to dual cultivate to the Foundation Building Stage in order to lift the restriction on the cave so they could be rescued. However…he’s a male disciple of the He Huan Sect ahhhhhh! Who was he supposed to cultivate with, the main villain?? Everyone who’s read the book he transmigrated into knew that the cannon fodder who used Xi Huai to dual cultivate died an exceptionally terrible death. Run! He had to skedaddle as soon as the restriction was lifted!

The soft crunch of the trees on the ground made her wistful. They were a faded, shredded tapestry of autumn, she thought as she remembered the crisp golden hues and the vibrant oranges that had blanketed the forest floor the last time, she had visited it. Wait, the last time she visited? She suddenly realizes where she was, it was that old bungalow! As she realizes the truth, the beautiful clouds turn into violent storm clouds. The tress dancing with the breeze started shouting and screaming at her. Then she saw someone with shiny silver eyes was staring her from the entrance of the balcony. Salvadora was horrified, she couldn’t move. Suddenly, Rebekah’s silver eyes turned red and blood started to come out of her eyes! But the next thing that happened was even worse, blood started to pool out of Salvadora's eyes too! Her whole face was covered in blood. “Babe, do what’s right, SAVE THE HUMANITY IN YOU!” The next thing that she knew, she hanged herself!

There are some dreams that we will never forget. Those dreams haunt, engulf our minds, make us wistful, tortured, toss and turn, panic, and think incessantly. Yen, a regular person, has dreams that she can manage, but she can't adjust in real life. Yen began to feel that actual life was far too exhausting. One day, Yen will have to choose between living in her dream and returning to the actual reality she despises.

She was a Queen to all, but to him — one of the biggest annoyances, hindrances, curiosities and saviors — she was merely a girl. He was a selfish tyrant to all, but to her — one of the biggest nuisances, hindrances, amusements and saviors — he was merely a boy. The boy leaned back against the worn stone wall, a wistful smile playing on his lips as he regarded her with fondness. "Ours wouldn't be a romance which would go down in history books," he remarked with a playful tsk. The girl laughed, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls of the hidden alcove. "What will they even write?" she teased. "Once upon a time — there was a kitchen slave who stole flowers as a side job." "And then, a madwoman found her amusing and decided to make a queen out of her!" the boy added with a chuckle. "Nobody would read it," the girl snorted, shaking her head. "I mean, she went to a magical school! She has no magic! And she lives to tell the tale?! Literally sounds like I made it up on the spot!" The boy nodded in agreement, a nostalgic gleam in his eyes. "Oh, oh, remember the time Grace killed you?" he asked, a mischievous grin quirking his lips. The girl shuddered at the memory, "Ugh, I still get shivers down my spine when I think about it." "We used to fight so much. I think my favourite was when I was spying on you and you were spying on me but we were pretending to be in love?" the boy cackled. "Oh the horror! I was in such a mess— and, well, I wouldn't call it fight; I'd rather call it banter," The girl countered with a smirk. "You were too egoistic and I couldn't stand you!" The boy chuckled, a warm sound that filled the small alcove. "Pity, my kisses got you stuck with me for life now," he teased. "What life," the girl snorted, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation. But beneath her playful facade, there was a hint of affection, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had formed, "We're already dead." And that's how their first life segwayed into a second chance. Will they achieve a happily-ever-after this time?