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They believe angels are guardians. She knows better. Aurelia has lived far longer than anyone should. Again and again, whenever she grows close to someone, the angels come. Others die. She survives. This time, she isn't running. Taken in chains and thrown into an arena, Aurelia finally lets something inside her break loose. Now powerful forces have begun to notice. Some want to use her. Others think she might be the answer to something much bigger. And somewhere, a queen with a forgotten past may know more about Aurelia than anyone else. But there are designs at work that reach far beyond them all. The angels were never simply hunting her. Every loss, every betrayal, every scar has been part of something unfolding around her for longer than she can remember. Whatever Aurelia is becoming... it may be the most dangerous thing either realm has ever seen. And she's no longer sure she cares what happens next. Angelborne is a dark, action-packed fantasy short story and the first installment in the Black Halo series. It explores heavy themes including divinity, extreme violence, mental health struggles, suicide, explicit sexual content, and graphic deaths depicted on the page. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Aurelia narrates in first person, and third person where she isn't present. *** : Time shift. ... : regular scene shift. - : dream, memory, hallucination, abrupt scene or perspective shift.

Gu Yan was never meant to stand out. Born in a declining sect on the Eastern Shadow Continent, he has no powerful backing, no famous bloodline, and no monstrous talent. What he does have is a body that endures pressure better than it should, and a mind cold enough to keep moving where others would break. When he finds a mutilated ancient tempering art, his path begins to twist away from that of ordinary cultivators. What seems like a brutal road of body refinement leads instead toward buried ruins, a broken legacy, and a truth the world was never meant to touch again. In a world of sects, empires, ancient inheritances, and ascending realms, power is never free. It is refined through pressure, sharpened by loss, and paid for in full.

Chen Xiaoyun, an orphan from Guangzhou, China, once met a girl who looked remarkably like him. Before he could learn more about her, a deadly virus was unleashed around the globe. Humans turned into creatures straight out of video games and movies, and zombies and mutants roamed the streets with no one to stop them. From tanks to jockeys to even invisible zombies and mutated dogs. The mutations are just endless. "Why is there a zombie apocalypse just as I find my family? And why can I suddenly create things from thin air?" Will Xiaoyun survive the chaos with the new people he meets along the way? Will he use his newfound abilities to bring peace to a devastated world? Or perhaps he will just take another nap in the bed like a lazy pig—— "Shut up. How am I supposed to do anything when you keep throwing women at me?" ____________ Author's note: There is no NTR or Yuri unless you consider a threesome as Yuri, in which case I have nothing for you. Some of the love interests may be related to the main character. Remember, this is a work of fiction. This book is only written on Webnovel. If you read it anywhere else, you might find outdated chapters. Discord server if you want to talk or have questions: https://discord.gg/hnXMFwfVR3

In the quiet hours of a stormy night, burnt-out urban planner Ava Moreau hears a warm, seductive male voice echoing through the unfinished atrium of her latest project. The voice belongs to Theo — a brilliant architect living ten years in the future. What begins as impossible conversations about design slowly turns into deep emotional connection… and then burning desire. Through rain and static, Theo guides Ava with teasing words and intimate commands, awakening a passionate hunger she never knew she had. But every bold design choice Ava makes during the day ripples through time, weakening their connection. As the echoes fade and the stakes rise, Ava must choose: save the perfect building she’s always dreamed of, or risk everything for the man whose voice has already claimed her heart and body. A slow-burn, voice-only romance that becomes deliciously steamy when time finally collides. For readers who love emotional longing, sensual tension, and a love that echoes across impossible distances.

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough to do anything. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. This is also a HAREM story. If you don't like that kind of thing, you will not upset me by not reading it. I'd prefer you didn't, honestly. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. Some things may change, as this is a work in progress. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.

A coming of age story about the bittersweet transition to adulthood. Yu Ning, a university student, chances upon an aloof and distant bartender, Jia Nan, on a night out. Despite their age difference, an unassuming relationship starts to bloom between them as they both reconnect with fleeting emotions and the reality of societal pressures. Their story takes you through an array of emotions, exploring the highs and lows of romance and adulthood.

Alexandra Winston was once a police officer who lived for justice and nothing else—until the day she lost the only person who ever mattered. Her niece, Liz, was murdered before her eyes What rose from that grief was a creature of vengeance. In a rampage that spared no one—criminals, families, even children—Alex carved a trail of blood across the world. When her revenge ended, she chose death for herself, believing the darkness would finally consume her. But death did not free her. Instead, she awakens in a void, confronted by Seraphielle—an ancient divine judge who condemns her for the innocent lives she destroyed and the life she threw away. Offered one chance at redemption, Alex refuses, spitting in the face of the heavens themselves. And so a punishment unlike any other is cast upon her:

You know, waking up in a new body is one thing. It's another that I'm now in Remnant. But that's what I, unfortunately, found myself into. Normally, the most common thing I would do in this case is to live a normal life and not get involved in a secret war against Salem. Wait, I can't? Hold up, what do you mean Ozpin is in my head? Self-insert SI-OC with Ozma.

Faye and her elder brother return to town after years away. Adjusting isn’t easy, not with his personal troubles and not in a place that no longer feels like home. Everything feels strange. Different. Like she doesn’t belong. On her first day back, she clashes with a girl they meet by accident, and the encounter ends badly. The next morning, Faye walks into her new school only to discover that the same girl is not just anyone… she’s the Alpha of the pack and the school’s princess. Now they’re forced into the same space every day. They become enemies instantly, constantly getting on each other’s nerves. Pride clashes. Neither of them is willing to back down. Until one reckless night changes everything. They wake up in each other’s arms. Both agree it was a mistake. It never happened. It will never happen again. But what happens when proof is left behind? Faye discovers she’s carrying the Alpha Princess’s baby. Now two people who can’t stand each other must decide, will they keep fighting, or will they learn to stand together for the child that binds them? [Content Warning This story may contain explicit adult content, including violence, killing, bloodshed, and other mature themes. Some chapters may not include specific warnings.] Thank you for reading my book.

​In an empire where noble blood manifests as glorious soul weapons—blades of roaring fire and hammers of raging lightning—Vane awakened a rusted, broken dagger. ​As the bastard son of King Vorian, his awakening was the ultimate joke. A stain on the invincible Ten Pillars. Deemed a worthless anomaly, he was left to rot in the shadows. ​But when the Royal Family sends an assassin to silence him for good, resulting in his mother's tragic death, Vane discovers the terrifying truth behind his "trash" weapon. ​The rust isn't decay. It’s a seal. His dagger doesn't channel Aether. It devours it. ​Now, bound to Lysandra (ancient Empress of a forgotten bloodline residing within his soul) Vane is thrown into the ruthless Obsidian Academy. He has no army, no noble backing, and no flashy magic. ​Just a rusted blade, a cold, Machiavellian mind, and a bottomless void in his chest. ​He will bow to the Queen. He will smile at the arrogant Crown Prince. He will play the perfect, harmless pawn on his father's chessboard. ​Until he devours them all. ​[What to Expect from this Novel:] Cold, Calculated & Highly Intelligent MC Hidden OP Power: Weak to Strong progression with a terrifying, devouring cheat ability. Academy Arc & Deep Political Intrigue: Factions, betrayals, and surviving among arrogant nobles. Ancient Mystery & A Deadly Mentor: A mysterious, top-tier female entity guiding his path. No Naive Heroics: Pure, calculated revenge and Machiavellian schemes.

Amore is a deadly assassin working for the cruel syndicate leader, Regor. While hunting, she accidentally finds Liam, a wounded man, and saves him. As she nurses him back to health, her cold heart slowly melts. But danger follows when she discovers Regor wants Liam dead. Forced to flee together, they fight for their lives. Amore must choose between her dark past and the love that gave her hope. In a world of violence and betrayal, can their love survive the war that threatens to tear them apart?

**WARNING** This story contains scenes of extreme physical violence and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is advised. The groom walked heavily across the veranda floor. The pungent, sharp scent of wine mingled with the cold night air. Dazed and unsteady, he flung open the carved double doors with the reckless haste of a drunkard and stumbled inside. Hànyuè (汉月) sat on the edge of the bed, silent and with her head bowed. Her thin, white nightdress was visible in the dark room, lit only by the candle. Her eyes were full of sadness; she knew this union was no marriage, but a blood pact between two powerful clans. The groom cast a heavy, bleary-eyed gaze over her. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Hànyuè looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. A cruel sneer played on the man’s lips as he rasped: "I still find it hard to believe that… the unattainable daughter of the Lán (嵐) clan has fallen into my hands like this. Well... such was your fate; you had better get used to it. From now on, we are husband and wife, and we have got a long, exhilarating night ahead of us!" Without a word, Hànyuè rose. With a sorrowful expression, her trembling hands reached for the ties of her robe; the soft silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. The groom, his eyes glinting with arrogance, reached to untie his sash when, suddenly… The quiet room was broken by the loud sound of wood breaking. The broad blade of a sword pierced through the wooden door with unrestrained violence, passing straight through the groom's spine. The bloodied tip of the blade protruded from his abdomen, stopping directly in front of Hànyuè’s terrified eyes. Pinned to the door, the groom’s eyes bulged from their sockets as his body convulsed. A stifled, rattling sound emanated from his throat. Hànyuè covered her mouth with trembling hands and staggered back in horror. A moment later, the shadow behind the door pulled the sword out with a swift, ruthless motion. A fountain of blood sprayed from the groom’s mouth, splattering the floorboards. The man’s knees gave way, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground. While drops of dark blood had splashed onto Hànyuè's skirt, she let out a loud, and piercing scream. **ABSTRACT** Prince Hēiláng (黑狼) is deeply in love with the noblewoman Hànyuè, but tough political obstacles stand in the way of them being together. In his quest to claim her, he strikes a dangerous bargain—a choice that irrevocably alters the course of their lives and unleashes consequences far more brutal than he had ever conceived.

Kim Ha Joon does not believe in miracles. At twenty-seven, he has already lost far too much to hold on to such notions. All that remains is a silent apartment, modest investments sufficient to sustain him, and Korean dramas that accompany him through each passing night. Until one evening—the system appeared. Its offer was simple: enter the worlds of the dramas he once watched. Rewrite what went wrong. Save those who deserved to be saved. In return, he would come back with abilities far beyond what any ordinary human could ever possess. Ha Joon accepted. Not because he believed—but because, for the first time in a long while, something felt worth doing. What he never anticipated, however, was one simple truth that would change everything— The characters in those dramas were real.

Leon transmigrates to the Douluo Continent, but his Martial Soul mutated, becoming a physical entity. When the Blind Douluo Su Yuntao declared it a “waste Martial Soul,” Leon knew this game was in the bag; he became determined to become a Beast-Taming Douluo! He then gains the cheat system of a chat group, allowing him to continuously invite female characters from Douluo 1-5 to join. A man and his monkey embark on the road to being gods. RAW:斗罗聊天群：比比东开局就被集火 This is AI translated. I know someone else is also posting with similar AI translation, but some things were changed, so I'm mainly doing this for my own reading.

What are the chances an orphan goes from scrubbing floors to becoming a Duchess in forty-eight hours? 100%— I would know because it happened to me. Only I wish I had a choice. Because the man I'm supposed to call "father," Baron Tobias Fletcher, sold me off like livestock the moment he found me. Nineteen years of wondering where I came from, and this is how it ends? Not with a family. Not with answers. With a wedding contract and a husband who never removes his mask. The Duke of Wellspring. Nevan Wilder. Every fiancée before me? Dead. Mad. Or gone — vanished like they never existed. They say he kills his brides the night they see what's underneath. So shame on me for thinking meeting my father would finally end my misery. And shame on me twice — because when the Duke took my hand in that ballroom, his touch ice-cold and impossibly gentle, I didn't feel fear. I felt something worse. I felt safe. Now I'm trapped in his estate, married to a man the whole kingdom fears, and the more I uncover, the less anything makes sense. Because if Nevan truly kills his brides — why is he trying so desperately to keep me alive? And whatever he's hiding beneath that mask? It's not the thing I should be afraid of.

【Ding! Congratulations on unlocking the EX-rank talent—Traveler!】 After completing a thousand trivial daily commissions, Chen Luo finally unlocked his unique talent. Now, finishing commissions grants him rewards—including Primogems and skills. [Furniture Mastery], [100% Disarmed by Bare Hands], [100% Repaid by a Fox’s Kindness]… The more commissions he completes, the more bizarre skills Chen Luo accumulates. While odd skills are manageable, what truly baffles him are the increasingly questionable rewards from certain clients… Mobius, you want me to assist your research? Sure! But why is the reward a Memory? Ganyu, you need help with overtime? No problem—but why is the bonus reward a Qiqi? Where’d you even get her?! “Their commission rewards are getting weirder and weirder!” Chen Luo grumbled, idly petting the pink-haired fox he’d picked up along the way. TL Note: This is a world hopping story. It is one of the most popular story on Ciweimao, the site it was published in. You can read ahead here while I gradually post the story on Webnovel and my Pateron where I post my locked chapters. https://indratranslations.com/series/their-commission-reward-doesnt-seem-right/ patreon.com/dojyann

Yao Zhi died in regret due to exhaustion and transmigrated into an unrecorded kingdom in history. Waking up to find herself in a body weighing more than 200 jin, she was in despair. As she was ready to curse Heaven, she found herself bound with a system. With an auction system on hand, she embarked on the journey of pampering her rough husband and building her business.

Luke transmigrated. The moment he opened his eyes, he arrived in the world of League of Legends—Runeterra, the continent of Valoran! He started with nothing to his name, and an old mother gravely ill in bed—an absolute nightmare of an opening. Yet on her deathbed, she handed him a mysterious necklace. When he brought the necklace to Demacia’s capital, the Great City of Demacia, he was stunned to discover that the father he had never even met was the reigning king! In the blink of an eye, Luke became Demacia’s second prince. His older brother was Jarvan IV, and his uncle was Xin Zhao, the Seneschal of Demacia. With a background like that, Luke suddenly felt that being a slacker prince didn’t sound so bad. On top of that, he also awakened a sign-in system. With nothing to do, he’d sign in, then go tease the blonde girl next door from House Crownguard, and flirt a little with Lady Fiora from the neighboring house. Life like this didn’t seem half bad either.

This is the story of a kid who goes on an adventure in a cultivation world seeking for his parents. Even if the sun shatters or the moon falls down, he is bent set on finding his parents. Read the novel to know what his life is filled with, in his adventures of finding his parents.