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your one tap= my biggest dream come true Isha Sharma never believed in fate _____ until the night everything changed. A simple girl with a broken past, struggling to survive in a city that never cared… her life takes a dark turn when a tragic accident steals someone she loved. But what if it wasn’t an accident? When whispers begin to follow her… when a voice calls her name in the silence… when flashes of something she never witnessed start haunting her… Isha realizes one terrifying truth _____ She is no longer just a girl searching for answers. She is becoming something else. As secrets begin to unfold, lies start breaking, and the past refuses to stay buried… Isha finds herself trapped in a dangerous game where every step brings her closer to the truth _____ or closer to her own destruction. Because someone is watching. And they know everything. your author..

It was never a bright idea to deceive a vampire. Yet, she did it anyway. Human enslavement at the hands of vampires has long been abolished — in name, at least. Desperate and out of options, with her father dying, she slips into the castle of the highest-ranking vampire nobles, and hides in plain sight as a servant. It almost works. Until she’s noticed. Not by just anyone, but by the one Lord no one dares to cross. He doesn't kill her. He does something far worse. Claimed as his pet, Hiln is dragged into a world where control is currency, desire is dangerous, and survival means learning the rules of a monster who seems far too interested in breaking her. Because in a court built on blood and power, a mad vampire's interest might be far worse than death. More tags include: #obsessedML #yearningML #agegap #powercouple #fantasy #psychological #horror #adventure #magic #eldritch Discord Server: https://discord.gg/mcnv69zPv

Throne of Blasphemy is a dark progression fantasy about a fallen king reborn into the very faith that should have destroyed him. King Aatrox The Conqueror once ruled through Decree, a power that bent reality to his will. He was a king, a conqueror, and a threat heaven refused to tolerate. So they cast him down. Now he has awakened as Icarus Deythar, the weakest son of a noble house sworn to Aurelion, the Sun God. In a family built on faith, discipline, and divine order, Icarus must turn the laws of heaven into the steps of his ascent. He did not return for the throne that was taken from him. He returned for one higher than heaven — a throne forged in... blasphemy.

[Gio] How can a woman be both my salvation and damnation? She came to hurt my family and she gutted me with betrayal. Now, she’s back and she won’t know what’s coming for her. I hold grudges and I intend to return the scars she left—only this time, I’ll make sure she’ll bleed to death. [Lia] He was the bane of my existence. The man I knew who would ruin me. And yet I let him. I did it to save my mother, but I ended up destroying myself in the process. He was the only man I swore would be the reason for my breathing…and yet on the last day I laid eyes on him, I swore I’d never see him again—even until my very last breath. ____________________________________ Never miss updates, announcements, new releases, free books, and giveaways by subscribing to my newsletter through: tinyurl.com/nixsignup Don't forget to follow all my socials for exclusive content, private insights on the characters, and other fun stuff that won't be posted in Webnovel. Instagram: @nix_vargas.author Facebook: @authornixxxie

“If mercy and kindness can't save the world… then this time, I choose violence.” — Ethan Cole Huff… What the hell— …Did I seriously just— get reborn? Fifteen days before it starts? Before everything falls apart… and turns into that game. A voice cuts in— [Ding! Congratulations. You’ve been granted a one-time rebirth opportunity.] [Bonus reward: Spatial Storage Ring.] Ethan goes still. A cheat ability… and a storage ring? …You’ve got to be kidding me. Then— [Please choose: Join the humans… or the zombies?] He stares at it. If he picks human— Yeah. He knows exactly how that plays out. Scraping for supplies. Fighting over scraps. Watching people turn on each other. Dying like everyone else. … He exhales slowly. Then lets out a low, humorless laugh. “Yeah.” “I’ve done that already.” A pause. His gaze hardens. “Let’s try something else.” “Zombies.” For a split second— the system… hesitates. Then— [Warning… selection deviates from expected path.] Silence. And then— [God: …That’s a terrible idea.] A beat. [God: …Go on, then.]

[18+] [MATURE CONTENT] He died once — pushed to death by the one person who had spent years making his life hell. || He woke up in someone else's body. Someone else's wedding. Someone else's empire. The rules of his new life were simple: smile at the banquets, pour the tea, be the perfect house-husband. Survive. Gerffron Wadee was very good at surviving. He had already done it once, in a different body, in a different world, under the hands of someone who hated him for simply existing. || He had not planned on Styrmir. He had not planned on the boy locked in the dungeon beneath the estate — eighteen years old, body wasted to half that, eyes like winter that had forgotten it was allowed to melt. He had not planned on the way that boy flinched at raised voices but never at his. Had not planned on the nights spent teaching him to read, the mornings teaching him to fight, the quiet dangerous in-between hours that felt like something Gerffron had never once been allowed to have. || He told himself it was pity. Then responsibility. He ran out of lies around the time Styrmir started looking at him like he was the only fixed point in a spinning world. The Duke has her own secrets. The Crown Prince has his own designs. And the past Gerffron thought he'd left behind in another life has followed him across worlds, wearing a brand new face. Gerffron Wadee has survived one lifetime of being destroyed by someone he trusted. He knows exactly how dangerous it is to let someone matter. || He lets Styrmir matter anyway. || Because some loves don't ask permission. They just arrive — quiet, inevitable, and absolutely impossible to undo. BL isekai | slow burn | dark secrets | he came back to life just to lose his heart all over again

Jin Mian, an unemployed college graduate, died in a car accident and transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, becoming the grandson of Jin E, the Second Elder of the Spirit Hall. Orphaned and without any cheats, he survived quietly until the age of six, when his martial soul awakened and the system finally descended. His first reward was a god-level martial soul, Miris. After evolving into Radiant Miris, Jin Mian forged his own divine path, comprehended true light, and stepped onto the road of becoming the God of Light. As for Tang San? In this life, he exists for only one reason—to be completely crushed.

The beginning of the apocalypse brought chaos and disaster to humanity. It tore away the mask of society and revealed the cruelty hiding beneath. Ivy Ravencroft experienced it all firsthand. Her family was unfair and cruel, and they abused her so badly that she went blind. Her lover died trying to protect her, and she spent the next five years struggling to survive, until she finally died in the apocalypse. But then, Ivy woke up again, reborn in the first year of the apocalypse. At first, she felt hopeless. If only she had returned to a time before the apocalypse, she could have gathered food, weapons, and supplies to survive better. Still, she was grateful for one thing: she had kept her special ability, the power to create safe zones. This time, Ivy made a promise. She would protect her lover, find her real family, and take revenge on everyone who had hurt her. .................................. "Huh? Why is there a bento box lying here?" Ivy asked, confused. "What bento? Are you trying to trick me again?" Silas asked, sadness in his eyes. "This one!" Ivy said, holding up the packaged meal and waving it at him. "What the... where did that come from?" Silas stared at it in shock. Ivy’s eyes widened. She realized something, only she could see these items, and when she picked them up, they became real. "Can… I buy it from you?" Silas asked, unsure. "Of course. But I won't give it to you for free." Ivy smiled like a fox. Silas closed his eyes; he was ready for her to demand something sky-high and said, "Okay. Tell me how many gold bars you want." Ivy smiled and teased, "I don't want gold bars; they are way too cheap. I want one kiss." Silas: Blushing hard. His subordinates: "..." This wave of dog food was too unexpected! ....................................................... With the supplies, picking a superpower and a safe zone superpower, Ivy built her own residential area. She gained Kindness Energy and multiplied supplies with the help of Temporal Storage. While other bases struggled to make a simple house, she used her golden finger to make luxurious buildings and rent them out, becoming the big shot in the apocalypse.

She is afraid of the darkness. He is the ruler of it. He is the darkness she fears. She is the only light he loves and crave. She is the moon. He is the dark night sky. And she is his. His darkest obsession, possession, and fixation. ISABELLA RUSSO had everything anyone could ever dream of: wealth, a loving family, and loyal friends. A perfect, peaceful life. But the peace crumbled the moment she saved a man, ignoring his warning to protect him from the darkness, not knowing that he was the DARKNESS. By the moment she realized, it was too late, as he had already set his eyes on her. Yet she prayed to never cross paths with him again, unaware that he had another plan and so did her fate. She wished to be and live happily with her loved ones. Yet it just took one day for all of Isabella's wishes and life to shatter into pieces. Death of her parents, betrayed by her best friend, drugged, she entangled with the very darkness she feared who came to save her—Isabella lost everything in just one day. With nothing left, she chose to run away with the vow to return for revenge. Five years later, she returns with the twins she never expected and with the desire and determination to take revenge. Never once did Isabella imagine the darkness, she thought had forgotten her had been waiting for her like a predator with a cage ready to ensnare his prey. NICHOLAS COSTA was the darkness. The nightmare everyone feared. The ruler of the Costa Empire and Italy. The most dangerous devil of all, the mafia king. He was the darkest night sky without a moon or light. He never needed or wanted either. Until he met her. The night she saved him; she brightened his darkness like a moon and melted his cold heart. She became his moon and his darkest obsession. Now he wanted her. He would have her, and nothing could stop him. Even if it meant burning the entire world, he would have her. His moon. [Mature Content] [The second couple is MM]

In a world where magic determines power and faith wages war against darkness, two brothers are walking very different paths. Jeremiah trains under the Church to become an exorcist—one of the warriors tasked with hunting demons and protecting humanity from the monsters that lurk beyond civilization. Elliot, on the other hand, has become something far more complicated. After a mysterious encounter with a powerful artifact, Elliot awakens a terrifying new power and finds himself bound to Lilith, a demonic entity whose energy now flows through his body. As he struggles to control the unstable mixture of human magic and demonic power, Elliot begins walking a path that could either save him—or turn him into the very thing his brother has sworn to destroy. But their personal struggles are only the beginning. The Church tightens its grip on the world, ancient magical orders prepare for conflict, and powerful forces begin to stir beneath the surface. As tensions rise and war looms between factions, Elliot and Jeremiah may soon find themselves caught in a conflict far greater than either of them imagined. And if the day comes when faith and demons finally clash… the two brothers may be forced to choose between the world they believe in and the bond they share.

Elara’s first life crashed hard. Cruel tricks ruined her name, broke her dreams, and turned the whole entertainment world against her. Friends betrayed her. Lovers sold her out. Everyone she trusted stabbed her in the back. The pain piled up until she felt trapped with no way out. One night, she couldn’t take it anymore. She walked to the river and ended it all in the cold, quiet water. Later, proof came out. Messages. Recordings. Everything showed she had been framed. People posted apologies online. But it was too late. She was already gone. The universe, though, clearly has a twisted sense of humor. Because somehow, Elara came back. She woke up in her own past, every awful memory still sharp in her head. Right then she made a promise she would never break: protect her gentle grandfather no matter what, and never let anyone push her to that dark place again. This time she steps into the entertainment world with her head high. She trains harder, sings better, fights smarter. The same people who once crushed her? Now they get to feel the pressure. Love? Not happening. Her heart is locked tight. But why is it that as she rises and shines brighter, handsome, powerful men start circling her—guys who never even glanced at her in her previous life were now hovering around her. The actor smiled at her during a press interview, leaned closer, and said softly, “We should have dinner sometime.” The footballer sent flowers so big they blocked her room door. The surgeon she met at a charity event checked her pulse and then forgot to let go of her wrist. The singer she collaborated with kept calling her name during rehearsals, as if the mic could not hear him well enough. Elara stared at the ceiling that night and sighed. She only wanted to sing. Why did everyone look like they wanted to adopt her, date her, or both? But the worst one came after the concert. The lights had just gone off. Her ears were still ringing. Sweat clung to her neck. She had barely stepped backstage when a shadow blocked her path. She looked up. The CEO of the greatest company in Aurelia stood there. The same man who once said her voice was “not worth investing in.” The same man who did not even know her name before rebirth. Now he held her wrist lightly, but firmly. “Let’s talk,” he said. Elara blinked. “About… sponsorship?” “No,” he replied calmly. “About marriage.” Her brain froze. “…What?” “I will give you everything,” he continued, as if asking for a glass of water. “Resources. Protection. Freedom to sing. Become my wife.” Elara stared at him, her mouth open, her thoughts running in circles. This was not how it was supposed to be. Why was the world now skipping steps? NB: This story takes place in a fictional world. Aurelia is a country. Solmere, Veston, and Starfall City are the three capital cities of Aurelia. Other cities, such as Lorien and Crelou, are smaller cities.

In the world where people are divided in two nations, RICH and POOR. Rich lives and rules the whole world and the poor lives in slums made inside the walls laid by rich people. A boy named Richard Keats living among the poor in the slums gets his life turned upside down. Now what will the boy do and what path will he choose? Follow him through his journey to know what happens next...

The story of James, also known as BLUESHADE, a young man who has just graduated from the police academy and, at the same time, goes after criminals under his second identity seen by some as a hero and by others as a criminal while we also witness the hardships he endures as James himself, is planned as a novel. Enjoy your reading.

Some debts are paid in gold. Others are paid in blood. Selene never believed she would become a story whispered among packs—a cautionary tale, a rumor spoken in fear. She was only an Omega daughter trying to save a broken father, only a woman who thought one night could be survived and forgotten. She was wrong. That single night bound her to the most ruthless Alpha alive. It marked her body, her soul… and her future. Five years later, Selene lives in the shadows, raising three children who should not exist—three little wolves whose power cannot stay hidden forever. When they accidentally shift in public, the fragile life she built begins to shatter. Because Alphas never forget what belongs to them. And Alpha Silas Blackclaw has been hunting his lost Omega since the night she vanished. This is a story of survival and obsession. Of an Omega who refuses to kneel. Of an Alpha who learns that power means nothing without family. And of three children whose existence will ignite a war between packs. Once the bond awakens… There is no running from fate.

Vivienne Winter was the girl who had it all — a picture-perfect husband, a respected family name, and a life everyone envied. But the man who held her hand since childhood… Was the same man who watched her bleed to death in an abandoned factory. All for her sister. She thought she knew what love looked like. She was wrong. Her husband was never truly hers. Her sister always wanted to replace her. And the family she trusted? They only kept her close because the Ashford matriarch had chosen.. 'her'. But fate has a cruel sense of mercy. Vivienne wakes up again — on the day of her engagement. This time? She smiles. She knows exactly how the story ends. And she has no intention of letting it repeat. This time, she’ll play along. Smile when they expect it. Obey when they demand it. And when the time is right — she’ll burn it all down.

In a world ruled by war and ruin, where the strongest armies clash for absolute dominion, Victoria Ave Strassfey—heir to the mightiest kingdom of her era—loses everything in a single night. Cast into a foreign world governed by magic, where gods, beasts, various races and unknown creatures roam freely, the fallen princess rises with one unbreakable resolve: vengeance. To return home, she must obtain the gift of mana in a land where nothing is given, but everything must be taken. The path ahead is riddled with trials, mysteries, and dangers far beyond imagination.

In a zombie apocalypse, the basic knowledge of this outbreak was the dead turn into the undead. However, a young girl who dies returns to life, not as an undead, but as a living being with a mission to save her world from the zombie apocalypse. Will she be able to do it?

They say that the pen is mightier than the sword. Jilted in love, heartbroken writer, Rosie Moore experienced the pen's true might when she got pulled back into the story she was writing with the golden pen she got as a gift from her fans. Fiction blurs into fate. She awakens not as herself, but as the female protagonist—trapped in the clutches of the very villain she created. A villain who was once her ideal man. The man she wrote on a drunk, desperate night when all she wanted was to be loved. Now caught between imagination, reality, and something dangerously close to love, she must outwit the darkness she wrote and find a way back home. Will she escape the villain's grasp? Can she remind him of who he used to be? Or will she remain imprisoned in her own story forever? Step into Rosie Moore’s haunting journey, where love, obsession, and imagination collide—and where the line between creator and creation no longer exists. This novel will also be posted on RoyalRoad.com.

She stopped to admire the vineyard smiling sheepishly. She was enjoying her secret visit to Dante's den a little too much reminding herself that she had to leave immediately. She suddenly did not feel like seeing him anymore as his warning sounds rang in her ears. "I must be crazy to have come in here" She shook her head in disbelief. "Isn't this considered as voluntarily entering into the lion's den?"  "You are self aware, what should your punishment be?" a familiar voice said from behind. She looked back in time to see Dante glaring at her. Her attempt to keep calm failed as she let out a loud scream. She jumped in an attempt to flee from him and run back to the safety of her room. Dante grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him , his arm pressing down on her neck. "You are so daring, exactly how I like them" he laughed. His laughter sounded like thunderclaps, she shivered under the weight of his arm around her neck. She might choke to death if he does not let her go. She had been willing to die but not like this.  "I'm sorry" she managed to say. "No you're not" he yelled " I warned you. You dared me".

Raised by a necromancer with glowing green eyes and a questionable moral compass, Harry grows up mastering the art of death—literally. Horcrux crafting? Check. Conversing with ghosts? Easy. Questionable life choices? Well, he’s pretty sure he turned out alright. The Wizarding World isn’t ready for this version of the Boy Who Lived.