Lipstick Alley Pulp

I thought being laid off from my job was the greatest of my worries but I just had to wake up in a ship's cockpit after my space game crashed. Now I have no map, no friends and no money. But that's ok, I've started from the bottom before! With my starter ship I will scour through space as a Mercenary and maybe even start up a Mercenary Company while I'm at it! This ain't my first rodeo in space after all! Except... Apparently my crew members are weird? The guy who bumped into me yesterday was found sliced up and floating outside the space station. The girl who tried to honeytrap me was reported missing with only a finger found in an alley. And then that merchant who scammed me had his entire ship blasted into bits by unknown vessels the very next day. Some people say my crewmates were behind it but they must be mistaken, right? I only know one thing for sure... In space, no one can hear you scream... *** Notes: Any R-rated scenes will be denoted by a '*' followed by an 'R' with the number of 'R's showing how much of it is R-rated. '*R' would be around 25%, '*RR' would be about 50% and '*RRR' would most likely be the entire chapter. Also, gene splicing and cybernetics exist in this story. What does that mean? MC is a futa for one and there's going to be other futas showing up as well. You can join our discord through this link: https://discord.gg/CRrb56c

"Now you see?" she shouted in a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "You can't outsmart Scrients! They're the most intelligent beings across the two realms." "You're right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a heavy sigh. "I made a mistake. I was too arrogant to think that a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "Heik! Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I'm not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait, you can't. I killed them all.” ______ My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid, pointless scuffle, and in the middle of it, I tripped and hit my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in - the memories of another life, of a different world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First, I was in a game I used to play in my past life. Second, I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool and mysterious kind, either. No, my destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death! I was the worst type of cliché: an ungrateful, privileged, insufferable young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. The kind everyone hates — a snobby brat from a powerful noble family who thinks he owns the world just because he was born with a silver spoon lodged in his mouth. You know the type. The one the hero beats to a pulp to prove his worth. Yeah, I was that guy. And the hero? The hero was the kid I’d been bullying all this time. The same one I got into a fight with. He was the supposed savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And at the end of it all, the final antagonist of the game, the undefeatable boss… the Spirit King, was waiting. But could I even make it to the end? Could I conquer a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that was now my reality! “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could, but I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, twisting the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains before they could become threats - nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected? Who cares! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me—my survival, my life, my choices. “I will live this life with no regrets.” …But as I soon discovered, fate was not easily changed. And the price of altering one's destiny was steep. ========== Discord Server: https://discord.gg/VjFQtDUaTR

When Allen Zhang opened my eyes, he found himself on the free air of the West Coast. He became a city explorer. He started off with no dog, no identity, not even a tent. Fortunately, he gained a daily intelligence system and made many like-minded friends. [Daily Intelligence: At the club on 134 Hopson Street, there are a large number of recyclable cans and clear beverage bottles in the green trash bin in the alley.] [Daily Intelligence: In the red trash can on 96 Eito Street, there are unfinished burgers and 7 fresh flowers, as well as an unopened bottle of Pinot Noir red wine.] [Daily Intelligence: Your good neighbor Jesse has a scratch-off lottery ticket worth $5000 in their tent!] [Daily Intelligence: Mike's junkyard is selling a 1976 GMC camper van that has been parked in the suburbs for twenty years for a low price of $200. Details: At the Old Pick Garage, there is someone who can fix it.] Fxxk!! Life has turned into a ridiculous scavenger game. Allen Zhang decides to start leveling up from the streets of the novice village, striving for a better tomorrow.

Xu Xiangyang had two good friends, one was the neighbor girl who lived in the same alley, and the other was the girl class president from the class next door; Xu Xiangyang had a secret he couldn't tell anyone, he knew that one of his two friends was harboring a Demon King that could destroy the world...... ~ This is a story that took place at the end of the last century, where boys and girls depended on each other, warmed each other, and walked together towards happiness; a youth story filled with thrilling moments, nostalgia, and warmth.

The world plunged into an abyss of chaos after the desperate experiment of a brilliant scientist, whose desire to elevate humanity to perfection collapsed under the weight of her own ambition. Instead of infinite energy, her legacy was a primordial and indomitable force: Magic. What was born as a promise of progress became the veil that separated the privileged from the forgotten, transforming social inequality into an unbridgeable chasm between those chosen by power and those condemned to obscurity. In the slums of Soraoka, where hope is a rare currency, Satsu, a young man who drags himself through the dark alleys between hunger and humiliation, sees the Brotherhood of the Phoenix as his only escape. Being an adventurer is not only a chance to survive, but to exist in a world that insists on erasing him. Until, amidst the blood and mourning of a personal tragedy, something awakened within him: a mysterious Level-Up System. This is not just a story of tireless struggles and level-ups. It is a cracked mirror of our own daily struggles... the flames of injustice that consume the invisible, the monsters that inhabit the alleys of the soul, and the question that echoes in Satsu's cold nights — "To what extent can I become a monster to protect the one I love?". Meanwhile, amidst the rubble of a broken world, a romance blossoms timidly... is there still love in a world of pure... CHAOS? Love comes late, don't expect anything in the first chapters, our stories are not a blink of an eye but a ladder that is built level by level. Satsu's path is paved with impossible choices: sacrifice her innocence to defy the gods of a corrupt system, or bow to the contempt of those at the top. Each step forward reveals the hidden cost of power — and who will pay the bill. What would you do if the only way to save your world was to lose yourself in it? Find out here.

In a city where neon lights flicker amidst the shadows of towering skyscrapers, an ancient prophecy whispers of a forgotten destiny. Xuan Xingli awakens in a dark alley—without memories, without a past, yet burdened with an unfathomable power. A crimson glow flickers in her eyes, data streams flood her mind, and a system’s cold voice welcomes her to the Absolute Evolution Program. But who is she? Why does the image of a silver-haired girl with violet eyes haunt her fragmented thoughts? As secrets unravel, Xingli finds herself entangled in a web of cybernetic conspiracies, ancient relics, and forces beyond human comprehension. The key to everything—the Mysterious Hairpin—holds the truth of her existence, yet also the path to destruction. And then, there is Luo Chenxi. Enigmatic, dangerous, mesmerizing. She walks between light and shadow, an ethereal being who knows far more than she reveals. Their fates intertwine like the threads of a celestial loom, pulling them toward a revelation that could shatter the very fabric of reality. In a world where past and future collide, where love and power entwine, the path ahead is uncertain. But one thing is certain—once she steps forward, there is no turning back.

"Beast Forge? What the hell is that?" He thought while walking out of the alley. The streets were almost empty, with only the homeless wandering around, picking up anything valuable that was dropped. He walked over to join them, still thinking he needed to do this to survive. But as he bent down, a black screen appeared in front of him, with white text displayed on it. [Beast Forge system activated User successfully registered Scanning user... done User has not awakened, cannot use Beast Forge. Analyzing for possible solutions.... done Mission: Run 80 km before 00:00 Reward: Force awakening Failure: Loss of the Beast Forge system Will you accept this mission: YES/NO] discord link: https://discord.gg/zxVEsgC83Y

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

(CONTAINS R18+ CONTENT) Enemies to lovers- check Slow burn- check A cute naughty dog- check Spice? (The author is keeping her mouth zipped) No third-party breakup or misunderstanding. But there are lots of banter and witty comebacks. (The story is planned to be around 200 chapters. No drag) Mu Yiren I never imagined I'd be faking a relationship with my biggest enemy—the untamed, ridiculously charming Feng Junjie, known throughout the city as the "golden boy" of business and a billionaire playboy with a reputation for breaking hearts. But when he dangles a life-changing offer in front of me, the kind that could secure my inheritance, I find myself agreeing to be his "girlfriend." But the thing is….. What if I start seeing the real him? Pretending to be Junjie’s devoted partner is like walking on a razor's edge. He’s everything I can’t stand—sexy, cocky, and devilish, and yet a sweetheart by heart that leaves me flustered by his actions. I know better than to fall for a man like him; my mother’s battle with Alzheimer’s has convinced me to never fall in love. But Junjie isn't just any man. Beneath his easygoing charm is an intensity that leaves me breathless, and he knows exactly how to crack through the walls I have built around me, awakening a passion I never felt before. JUNJIE I need my life back. A sorry attempt at love had me question everything and forced me away from my brothers. Since my ‘ex best friend’s’ constant accusations had gotten out of control, I might as well pretend to date someone and shut her mouth. My definition of a fake date- Beautiful, sexy, tempting…..umm…. insufferable, annoying, and with a mouth that won’t stop running. The mouth with red lipstick. The mouth I want to…. This arrangement was supposed to be simple: fake dating, clear boundaries, no feelings. But the more he plays the role of her devoted partner, the more the lines between fake and real start to blur. And now, he’s no longer sure where the act ends and his true feelings begin. The catch? Mu Yiren doesn’t believe in love. And she certainly doesn’t believe a man like Feng Junjie is capable of anything but heartbreak. But Feng has never been one to follow the rules. Boundaries? He’s about to break them. Deals? They were made to be rewritten. He’s going all in, and this time, he’s not playing pretend. ******* "Are you saying you'd let any man get this close?" "ABSOLUTELY NO!" The words burst out of me, too quick, too honest. His smirk deepens. "Tell me, if I leave you like this, all wound up and aching, will you be sneaking off to use one of your little toys?" "Yes," "Tell me, were you waiting for me to initiate something this past week?" he tugs my shorts more and kisses my navel. My heart hammers and my voice comes out shaky. "N-No." I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing he's right. He chuckles darkly. "Wrong answer. Let's try again." ****

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul. ------ “Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator. I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched. I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.” ------ As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man. I dreamed of magical moments like this every day. Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy. She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered. Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again. I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell. But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter. A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone. Together we laughed, alone I cried. Together we laughed, alone I cried. But I think we also loved. I think. ------ This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.

In a world where strength reigns supreme, Ghaz'Rok, once the renowned surgeon Dr. Adrian Voss, finds himself reborn as a massive orc warrior—complete with reduced intelligence and a sarcastic Surgeon’s System in his head. Thrust into battle with nothing but raw instinct and fractured memories of modern medicine, Ghaz must navigate a brutal society where orcs live by the blade and view weakness as a death sentence. But when his injured brother, Druth’Roc, is cast out of their war-hungry tribe, Ghaz makes a fateful decision: to break tradition and forge his own path. From the bloodstained fields of war to the cutthroat alleys of Brethus City, Ghaz embarks on a journey to prove that an orc can be more than a mindless brute. As an adventurer, warrior, and reluctant healer, he battles monsters, rogue mercenaries, and social prejudice—all while secretly using his advanced medical knowledge to change lives in a world where medicine is nothing more than superstition. But the Surgeon’s System has grander plans for him. A challenge is issued: Establish a clinic. Revolutionize medicine. Survive. Between dangerous dungeons, underworld power struggles, and a city that doesn’t trust him, Ghaz must fight not only for his place in this world but for a future where even an orc’s hands can save lives. A warrior. A healer. A legend in the making.

Taro Yamada's life is a desperate struggle. Growing up in a poor family, he has always had to fight for every scrap of food, every worn-out pair of clothes. But when he discovers a mysterious power that allows him to travel through time, Taro's life is turned upside down. As Taro navigates the challenges of time travel, he finds himself in the midst of a world he never knew existed. From the streets of 1950s Japan to the alleys of modern-day Tokyo, Taro must use his wits and his courage to survive. But as Taro jumps back and forth through time, he begins to realize that his actions have consequences. Every decision he makes, every choice he takes, has a ripple effect on the world around him. And when Taro discovers that he is not the only one with the power of time travel, he must confront a sinister force that threatens to destroy everything he holds dear. Will Taro be able to navigate the complexities of time travel and save the world from destruction? Or will he become trapped in a never-ending cycle of time, forever doomed to repeat the same mistakes?

The world has changed, or better said, evolved. The humans had been granted extraordinary powers, and with it, monsters also appeared on Earth. From the darkest alleys to the most prestigious boardrooms, the play of power lurks. Amidst the steel skyscrapers and neon lights, a new generation of warriors emerges, armed with ancient abilities, magic, and modern technology. They are the chosen ones, destined to shape the future of humanity. The rise of humanity's greatest warriors has begun, to face off against powerful enemies and navigate the complex web of alliances and rivalries.

The rain poured heavily, drowning the city in an endless cascade of water. The dim streetlights flickered, casting eerie shadows across the alley where he stood. Noel Blake adjusted the cuffs of his black suit, his fingers trembling despite the sharp chill in the air. He wasn't the same boy from before. That boy who once believed in hard work, in a future built on hope had died years ago. And she was the one who killed him. Evelyn Sinclair. The girl who had smiled at him, talked to him, let him believe even for a second that he was something more than just a poor fool with borrowed dreams. The same girl who shattered his world without even realizing it. He took a slow breath, the familiar scent of rain and asphalt grounding him. He had waited too long for this moment. Inside the car parked nearby, she lay unconscious, her delicate face framed by the same long, dark hair that had haunted his dreams. Still perfect. Still unreachable. But not anymore. Noel turned away, a smirk tugging at his lips. Years had passed, but she remained the same illusion of perfection. Now, it was Evelyn Sinclair's turn to understand what it felt like to have everything ripped away.

Corrin and Sachse are best friends, but they’re not supposed to be. Meanwhile, Ostara lives over the border and pushes through her daily life with a mask permanently etched on her face, hiding her insecurities. When she accidentally ends up on the wrong side while gathering plants, Corrin pulls her into his friend’s alley to hide, but only hours later, the Wizards have launched a war against the Witches for foul play, and all men in their twenties to sixties must be conscripted to war. Ostara, sick of dealing with the pressures that come with being a woman, makes an impossible choice and changes her fate. As the war begins, Planet, Sol, and Moon find a new residence and caretaker for the years ahead, and they study the languages and customs of society, not knowing what could lie in store for them all. As Skylar narrates this tale, you’ll read plots of forbidden friendship and love, struggles with identity, and gruesome battles. [UPDATES SATURDAYS]

In light of recent murders around A High School, Chana prayed for a peaceful life far from the mystery and drama. Everyone around her buzzed for information about who the murderer could be and why they targeted students from A High School. While trying hard to stay under the radar, Chana had the unfortunate timing to chance upon a certain “psycho” in an alley.

Meet Yozora, the charming student council president with a love that’s as intense as it is terrifying. He's got a sharp smile, a dangerous edge, and a love for Momo that makes stalking look like a hobby. When Momo, an ordinary girl trying to avoid drama, accidentally becomes the center of his obsessive attention, things spiral from sweet gestures to… creepy behavior. Yozora’s “love” is full of flowers, threats, and knives—but all in the name of passion, right? Whether he’s writing her name on every scrap of paper he can find, cornering her with a knife in a back alley, or showing up uninvited just to remind her who she belongs to, Yozora isn’t going to let anything—or anyone—stand between him and his perfect girl. But Momo? She’s just trying to survive. Between dodging his unpredictable moods, refusing his advances, and desperately trying to keep her sanity intact, Momo has no idea what she’s gotten herself into. Can she survive his “love,” or will she fall victim to his twisted affection? Find out in this dark romance comedy where obsession is the ultimate love language—and Momo’s just trying not to get stabbed in the process. Warning: This book contains humor, romance, and seriously unhinged behavior. Read at your own risk—Yozora may just win you over. Or else.

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"

Vlad, a destitute youngster from the slums, held an unwavering admiration for knights. Following an encounter with a bolt of black lightning, he started hearing a mysterious voice. One fateful day, a knight cloaked in the shimmering glow of the blue moonlight appeared, completely upending Vlad’s existence in the back alleys. This extraordinary event proved that even a faint star concealed among the darkest corners of the nocturnal firmament can still radiate its brilliance, should it yearn to shine. By Indra Scans Join discord! https://dsc.gg/indra

Some cases go unsolved. Some are erased entirely. Eldermire is a city of lost things—forgotten alleys, vanishing people, stories without endings. It’s a place where the past rewrites itself when no one is looking, and the truth is just another thing waiting to disappear. That’s why the MidKnights exist. "The Knights of the Night" Sylas Crowe is a detective who doesn’t believe in ghosts. He believes in cases, clues, and things that make sense, but sense is in short supply when you work for the MidKnights, a secret organization solving crimes that shouldn’t be possible Tonight, a body was found on Gallows Row. By the time Sylas arrives, it’s gone. No blood, no trace, no evidence it was ever there at all. The reports change every time he reads them. The witnesses contradict their own memories. And his own notes blur the moment he looks away. Someone is erasing more than just evidence. Someone is unraveling reality itself. The deeper Sylas digs, the stranger things become. Ink fades from his notebook before he can write it. Conversations slip from his mind like water through cracks. His own reflection lingers half a second too long in the mirror. The signs are subtle, but he knows what they mean. He’s being unwritten. There are whispers of an ancient Lexical Path, one that erases names, faces, and entire lives. A path walked by those who were never meant to be remembered. The Eclipse-Bound. Now, Sylas isn’t just chasing a mystery—he’s running from one. Because the more he investigates, the more the city forgets him. And if he doesn’t find the truth soon, he won’t be here to remember it.

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.

Ezra Matten knew things wouldn’t end well the moment he began a winning streak at the casino and true to his words, the night ended with him bleeding to death in a dark alley. Just when he was at the brink of death, he is approached by two female vampires with an offer he can't refuse. Become a vampire and bond with them, or die. Choosing survival, Ezra accepts his new fate and is turned, only to discover the rarity of male vampires in their secretive society. His transformation is further amplified when he acquires a powerful relic from the vampire progenitor, giving him power beyond his wildest dreams. Emerging as a new vampire prince, Ezra is thrust into the middle of a war for the throne left behind by the progenitor. Vampire Society trembles before the might of the Nightmare as he begins his journey to supremacy, carving out a new path and establishing his dominance. "Bow before my strength, Lord Alucard, for I am your god." Ezra's ascent challenges the very foundations of the vampire world. "Why be a king when you can be a god?"

**Ye Xuan** was the type of man you wouldn’t spare a second glance at. Not particularly rich, not particularly poor. Not exceptionally talented, but not a failure either. He lived his life quietly, always staying in the background—except when it came to **Su Mengyao**, the school flower. She was elegant, dazzling, and untouchable—the kind of girl **men dreamed of** but never had a chance with. Ye Xuan knew it too—he never expected anything from her. But still, she kept him close. Whenever she needed help with studies, she would call him. When she was feeling down, she would chat with him late into the night. She **never accepted him**—but she never **pushed him away either. He wasn’t her boyfriend. But he wasn’t just a friend, either. Then one day, reality crushed him. At a private banquet for the elites, he stood in the crowd, watching as Su Mengyao **wrapped her arms around another man’s arm—Lin Tianyi**, the young master of the Lin family. His family was wealthy beyond imagination, with connections that stretched across the entire city. As the champagne flowed and laughter echoed, Su Mengyao leaned close to Lin Tianyi and whispered something in his ear. Then, as if remembering something amusing, she let out a soft chuckle. Ye Xuan’s phone buzzed. A message from **her**. **“Ye Xuan, thank you for always being there for me. You’re a really good guy. I hope we can still be friends. At that moment, he finally understood. He was just a **backup**. A spare. Someone she kept around for **when she was bored or lonely**, while she waited for a man with real power to claim her. That night, as the banquet raged on, Ye Xuan walked through the dark alleys of the city, his mind numb. It wasn’t just **Su Mengyao**—his job applications had been rejected, his landlord had kicked him out, and his so-called friends had stopped replying to his messages. With nothing left, he collapsed near a **street corner**, waiting for the night to swallow him whole. That was when **he met him**. A beggar sat against the wall, grinning at him with dark, hollow eyes. His presence felt ancient—**inhuman**. **“What a pitiful sight,”** the beggar chuckled. **“Thrown away, forgotten, left to rot. Do you want another chance, boy?”** Ye Xuan barely had the strength to lift his head. **"A chance for what?”** The beggar leaned in, his grin widening. **“A chance to take back everything. A chance to rise higher than all of them. But power has a price, boy. Are you willing to pay?”** Ye Xuan’s fingers curled into a fist. **“What do I need to do?”** The beggar whispered in his ear, and at that moment—**his fate was sealed.** **He could trade his lifespan to summon spirits of the dead. For every year sacrificed, he could call upon warriors, emperors, assassins, and geniuses long forgotten by time—and take their skills for himself. **But the more he used this power, the closer he stepped toward death.** With nothing left to lose, Ye Xuan made his first trade.

Evan Hayes was just another face in the city—until the day an ancient amulet chose him. In a forgotten alley, a relic pulsed with a mysterious energy, thrusting Evan into a cascade of vivid visions: cosmic palaces, mystic warriors, and an impending battle between timeless forces. Suddenly, his ordinary world shatters, and he is pulled into the hidden realm of the Celestial Nexus—a place where arcane powers, secret orders, and ancient prophecies converge. Haunted by the echo of an age-old destiny, Evan discovers a power lying dormant within him, one that challenges everything he thought he knew. Torn between the safe confines of his modern life and a mesmerizing new reality, he finds himself at the heart of a dangerous struggle where every alliance is uncertain and every betrayal cuts deep. As shadowy forces close in and the cosmic balance teeters on the edge, Evan must choose: succumb to the chaos or embrace the spark that could unite two worlds. The journey ahead is fraught with peril, mystery, and the promise of transformation. Dive into a tale where the ordinary collides with the extraordinary—and destiny awaits in every heartbeat.

Sukhdeep "Sukhi" Singh, the undisputed king of Asia's underworld, is dead. His seemingly routine public execution, orchestrated by rival Sanjay Shukla, ignites a firestorm that threatens to consume the continent. But Sukhi's death is not the end; it's the beginning of a brutal war of succession, a scramble for power that will leave cities burning and loyalties shattered. Before his demise, Sukhi, a man of cunning and foresight, anticipated the inevitable power vacuum. He secreted ten keys, each a piece of a puzzle that unlocks his vast empire – hidden fortunes, strategic alliances, and deadly secrets capable of reshaping the criminal landscape. These keys are not mere physical objects; they are fragments of Sukhi's legacy, each leading to a different facet of his meticulously constructed network. As news of Sukhi's death spreads, his former lieutenants, trusted confidantes, and ambitious rivals emerge from the shadows. They are a diverse and ruthless cast: hardened killers, tech-savvy hackers, cunning diplomats, and vengeful heirs, all driven by ambition, greed, or a desperate need for survival. The hunt for the ten keys becomes a deadly game, a high-stakes race where alliances are forged and broken with brutal efficiency. Each key unlocks a new layer of Sukhi's intricate plan, revealing hidden agendas and long-buried betrayals. The players navigate a treacherous web of double-crosses, assassinations, and clandestine operations, their paths crossing and clashing in a whirlwind of violence. From the opulent penthouses of Mumbai to the gritty back alleys of Bangkok, the search for the keys leads them across continents, pitting them against rival gangs, corrupt officials, and even shadowy government agencies. Each key discovered brings them closer to Sukhi's ultimate prize, but also deeper into a labyrinth of danger and deceit. As the body count rises and the stakes escalate, the true nature of Sukhi's legacy is revealed. Was he a benevolent king, a ruthless tyrant, or something far more complex? The answer lies hidden within the ten keys, and only the one who unlocks them all will inherit the throne of the underworld, forever changing the balance of power. But the question remains, will anyone survive the brutal war to claim it?

One day, I was dying being stabbed by an “unsatisfied” client, leaving me in a cold dark alley with only my memories and regrets. I closed my eyes looking and my friend, the moon itself, my sole companion who will actually care for my final rest. The next day, I was awake and alive, in the same body type, but with a different face, a new name and in another place. I was not in that alley anymore, I was in an old vintage type of room. Next thing I knew, all the memories of he dead person whose body I took over came over me. Turns out, I, was now Amelia Cora Baker, a girl whose mother left her living in the family as a servant while she and her new family would get all the spoils and left Amelia to fed out of scraps. But I wasn’t going to let them use me as they see fit! I would avenge the original Amelia and impersonate her with my knowledge in business and marketing and get out of the house as soon as possible! My plan consists in getting s out of the house, get a job or sell products as I see fit, find a place to settle down, créate my own business empire and last but not least, stay away from snobby nobles and marriage proposals. Next thing I knew, I literally made my OWN Emporium! My life could not be better right? Wait, what do you mean that the pair of e enslaved twins that I rescued, safely helped them and raised them, turned out to be big shots?! What?! You mean the baby girl who I found in the road was the lost princess of a neighbouring Empire?! Huh?! What do you mean that my little half-Elf boy became the new King of Elves? What’s next?! That the man that got me pregnant is actually the new Tyrant of this Kingdom?! . . . Oh no. . . . . . . Author’s note: If you are looking for: — A self-sufficient female main character — A unique plot — A mom-type of main character — Europe background — Steampunk technology — West Fantasy (elves, fairies, wizards,etc) You are in the right book! If you are looking for: — Cliche’s — Female main character who marrieds his one night stand. — Who is willing to be submissive to men. — Asian or East culture plot. Am afraid you’ll have to look for such book(s) else where.

Michael Alastair never mattered. In a world where strength was everything, he was nothing—just another powerless kid, easy to break and easier to forget. When his tormentors finally took things too far, his story should have ended in that alley, bleeding and alone. But fate had other plans. In the void between life and death, a voice spoke. Cold. Sharp. Amused. [NEW TALENT UNLOCKED: WRITER’S LEGACY]. A system unlike any other—sarcastic, relentless, and strangely invested—offered Michael a power beyond reason and a purpose he never imagined. Now, armed with an SSS-rank ability and a mission to rise, he’s back. And this time, he won’t just survive—he’ll rewrite the rules.

This is the life story of two clueless girls. A nameless maid knight and an indulgent princess. Pursuing their God-given destiny just like the other. Be brave yet so foolish. Be decisive yet so naive. It's their own thorny alley of fate into the brightest sunset of the end. Together they walk into the unknown path of life, either on their past, present or even future. May God be with them in every step and action. Protect them and their friends through the ups and downs of life.

A Love Written in Starlight – A Tale of Forbidden Desire and Destiny In the heart of Paris, where moonlight weaves magic into the shadows, an impossible love story unfolds. Lucienne, a vampire cursed with an immortal existence, and Damien, a werewolf bound by duty, should have been sworn enemies. Their worlds have been locked in an eternal war, yet fate has other plans. A chance encounter in the misty alleys of the city ignites a dangerous attraction—one they cannot deny. When a rogue vampire threatens the fragile balance between their species, they are forced into an uneasy alliance. But as they battle against a common enemy, a far greater war rages within them—the undeniable pull of their forbidden love. With every stolen glance and secret touch, Lucienne and Damien defy the forces that seek to tear them apart. But love is never without consequence. Damien’s pack sees his love as a betrayal. The vampire council marks Lucienne as a traitor. And an ancient prophecy whispers of their love being the key to ending the bloodshed—or unleashing a darkness beyond their control. Betrayal lurks in the shadows, and when Damien’s secret is exposed, he is forced to flee, leaving Lucienne to face the wrath of her own kind alone. With danger closing in and the weight of destiny upon them, they must make an impossible choice—fight for a love that could unite two warring worlds, or surrender to a fate written in blood long before they met. A Love Written in Starlight is a spellbinding tale of passion, sacrifice, and the unbreakable bond between two souls who dare to defy fate beneath the Parisian moon.

The Ashwood Hotel is no ordinary abandoned place. It is a living tomb. In 1930, a mysterious fire claimed the lives of 23 people within its opulent halls—including a girl whose body was never found. Since then, the walls have whispered with silenced screams, ash rains from the ceiling, and anyone who enters the hotel becomes part of its eerie legend. When four young urban explorers venture into the decaying building, they have no idea that they are not only facing ghosts but the hotel itself. Sven, the anxious one with a knack for seeing the invisible. Natalia, the diva who feels her facade of sarcasm and lipstick beginning to crack. Jacob, the tough guy whose cool demeanor dissolves into smoke. And Lucas, the idealist who realizes too late that some spirits don’t want to be photographed. But the Ashwood is hungry. Its corridors shift, its victims return as shadows, and the stench of smoke becomes a choking reality. When the group realizes they haven’t ended up here by chance—that the hotel has called them—a race against an unrelenting past begins. But how do you fight walls that breathe? And what happens when the spirit hunting you... is your own reflection?