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What would you do if almost everyone around you saw you as a hindrance or not at all? What if your own father was one of those who wished you gone? That is the story of Rosemary's life. Ever since the death of her mother during accident where only she survived, Rose has felt useless. Despite her best attempts to ignore the hurtful glances and words of the royal court and her father, she can't help but feel like a wilted flower. It becomes so bad that she considers ending it all, until she is rescued by a handsome young man with cold violet eyes who promises to change her world. ---- Before long, I reached a stone bridge overlooking Kaguya river. Luckily for me, the place was empty at the moment. Although, would anyone have even bothered saving a wretch like me? At most, they probably would have just watched as I met my end in a moment of morbid curiosity. And as I stood at the edge, I remembered all the times I had cried. All the times I had hurt. But now, I was ready. I smiled as the wind whipped around me. It was time to end it. Turning around, I let my body fall backwards into the river. The sky was a sea of stars. The city lights around me sparkled like gems. It was so beautiful. For the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I didn't regret it. No, I had finally found the courage to stand up for myself in my very own way. The water was high, so the fall itself didn't kill me instantly as I had hoped. As the river enveloped me, I closed my eyes. This was the end of my journey. A journey full of misery and tragedy. If there was another life, I hoped it would be better than this one. "Sis!" I heard a voice scream. Orlin! My brother came for me? What was he doing here? Had he followed me? But why? Did he care about me? Or was it just pity? No, right? Surely at least one person in this world loved me. Why had I given up on myself so soon? I knew he loved me. Yet, I still went through with this stupid decision. I allowed those girls and Father's words inhibit my better judgment... "Sis, where are you? Rose! Please show yourself! I want to talk!" Ore yelled at the top of his lungs. Right, my life was not all misery and tragedy. There were faint glimmers of joy and hope left. Ore was a big part of that. How selfish of me... I was actually about to abandon my brother. I tried to resurface, but my swimming skills weren't the best. To make matters worse, the current was far too strong. If not for the current, I would have at least been able to dog paddle over to the edge with some effort. My right hand broke through the fierce waters and was yanked by another hand. I was pulled out of the murky depths and saw a pair of cold violet eyes staring back at me. Father? No, it wasn't him. Although, those eyes felt familiar. Before I could make out the face of my rescuer clearly, darkness swept over me. Was it too late? I didn't want to die... Not anymore!

Steven Walker once had everything—wealth, family, and love. As the heir of Walker Industries, the largest business empire on the Southern Continent, his future seemed brighter than anyone else’s. But behind the perfect image of the Walker family hid jealousy, greed, and betrayal. His own brother, consumed by envy, destroyed everything Steven had. The woman he loved more than his life turned out to be nothing but a gold digger. Together, they stole his inheritance, his dignity, and the life he once owned. Abandoned, betrayed, and left with nothing, Steven stands on a bridge on the edge of despair. But every fall has a story… and every story has a turning point. This is the story of betrayal, revenge, and the rise of a man who lost everything. And when a man who has nothing left to lose rises again… the entire empire will tremble.

Arata Kurogane was nothing more than a faceless side character—at least, in this new world. Born into a prestigious clan famed for their mastery of Circuits, the natural meridians that grant humans power over fire, lightning, illusions, and even time itself, Arata’s body was branded talentless and left behind in the shadows of his brilliant siblings. But fate had other plans. When his soul from another world awakens within this forgotten vessel, Arata discovers two terrifying truths: 1. His left eye circuit, when awakened, can paralyze, torment, and even extinguish life itself. 2. His soul circuit allows him to manifest anything he imagines—so long as it makes sense. To the world, he remains a background figure. To himself, he knows the truth: he is limitless. While heroes clash for fame and villains rise to destroy kingdoms, Arata has no interest in playing their game. He will walk the path of a “shadow,” quietly building his strength, rewriting the rules of reality itself, and crushing those foolish enough to stand in his way. Because no one—not his clan, not the empire, not even the gods—will realize… The background character is the strongest of them all.

A nameless vessel carrying forbidden blood was never meant to exist. But the moment she gave him a name— the world began to break.

In a world veiled in enigma. Ruled by distant gods and eldritch entities had its story set in stone. An ode began to form. It wasn't in the concept that flourish instantly. No, it is in the figure of a woman whose identity was that of an ordinary secretary working for an unincorporated company. Would you like to see a new perspective and begin to love the 'Original' once more? How far would you cross between the border of a canon and a fiction? "Lord of Mysteries: Goddess of Origin."

Orphaned in the lawless Black-Corner Region, Wei Chen awakens a Spirit Realm soul at age six—a talent that should have made him a monster. Taken in by Canaan Academy, he rejects the rapid, ruthless path expected of him. Instead, he dedicates years to an invisible, "foolish" pursuit: forging an Immaculate Body, a foundation without a single flaw. Labeled "merely excellent" by disappointed elders, he walks a lonely path of absolute precision. But when he befriends a fallen genius named Xiao Yan, his "useless" obsession finds its purpose. To help his sworn brother defy fate itself, Wei Chen will attempt the impossible—an act of creation that will shake the heavens and forge a bond stronger than any flame.

1000.....years......that's as far as I can count before I stopped. From that point on, I don't know how long I have been falling down....the Void is indeed infinite, but at least it's quiet here, gives me time to think, to look back at what I've learned, and do something about them....just to maintain something of myself.... Who knows? Maybe I will need them once I arrive at a new world.....hard to tell, maybe I will keep falling until this last soul fragment of mine wither away.... Memories? I don't think I need them anymore....not that they are pleasant....most of them are.....painful...a living weapon made to slaughter.....Wait....do I need them anymore? There are still those care about me, right? 'Mother' 'Friend' 'Love', at least I know there are 3 of them care about me....wherever they are.....but....do they still remember me.....or can I return to them one day? Hard to tell..... How long has it been? I don't know....3000 more years.....2 seconds....I don't know......maybe I'll sleep alittle, *yawn* let's hope when I wake up, I see more than darkness........

*Mature content* "You want to stand in the same room," Cassian drawled slowly, "while I fuck another woman?" Cixi McLore had been born ordinary. Her parents were killed, and the life that followed turned into a slow, unending hell. Lonely, traumatised, and ground down by constant abuse, she could no longer find a reason to keep living. And that single thought became her curse. And that curse took the shape of Cassian Crown — a billionaire mafia king, whose power in the mortal world was only a shadow of what he truly was. He is not gentle. He is not kind. And he is certainly not safe. *'Devil's Favourite Obsession' takes you on a journey through obsession, revenge, redemption, and fate, all wrapped up in a dark mafia romance with a twist of fantasy. Set against a gritty contemporary mafia backdrop, this story is primarily grounded in reality, with just enough 'supernatural elements' to keep things intriguing and exciting. You will find a compelling push-and-pull dynamic between the main characters that's both intense and engaging. I love building a solid foundation, setting the stage for the thrilling moments that are yet to come!*

Xu Yang should have died. Instead, he awakened inside a book he once read trapped in a cultivation world ruled by ruthless Heaven and merciless laws. His new identity? A Cat Demon. Granted nine lives, each bound to a cruel condition: death is mandatory. Every life is a cycle. Every death pushes him deeper into the story he never finished. As righteous sects hunt demons and fate tightens its grip, Xu Yang must survive a world that sees him as prey and a Heaven that demands his obedience. But destiny makes mistakes. Somewhere in this world stands a man who was never meant to care for demons, never meant to defy Heaven, and never meant to fall in love. In a story where death is guaranteed, what happens when love becomes the variable Heaven cannot control? First time writing fantasy story! Hope you enjoy:)

WARNING: DARK THEMES, OBSESSION, AND MORALLY DARK CHARACTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. If you can’t stomach unhinged men, manipulation, and a female lead who learns to weaponize her pain—turn back now. WSA SUPPORT. In the sprawling beast-realm galaxies, a woman's power means nothing without a womb that bears fruit. Status, strength, supernatural gifts—all rendered worthless against the singular measure of fertility. Jinx, a descendant from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan learned this lesson in blood and betrayal. For years, she loved blindly. Her werewolf husband, Fenris, repaid that devotion with public humiliation, poisoned meals designed to keep her weak and barren, and a parade of mistresses who laughed at the "broken fox" he kept chained through manipulation. When an "accident" finally claimed her life, Jinx died with his mocking laughter still echoing in her ears. Death, however, wasn't finished with her. She claws her way back from the void, but she doesn't return alone. Bonded to a mysterious system that grants her abilities beyond anything the beast realms have witnessed, Jinx rises—wearing the mask of the fool everyone already believes her to be. Let them underestimate her. Let them see only the barren, broken woman they discarded. They won't see the blade until it's already at their throats. As Jinx dismantles her enemies piece by piece—ruining fortunes, exposing secrets, and watching the mighty crumble—she encounters something she never anticipated: Flynn. A beast lord with eyes that don’t look at her with pity...but hunger. The moment he saw her, he wanted her. Not gently. Not patiently. Completely. And Flynn is not a man who accepts denial. He offers help… but nothing about him feels safe. He’s dangerous. Unpredictable. Possibly just another predator wearing a better mask. Or worse— Someone real. In his unhinged charcater, she think he is another predator in clever disguise? Caught between vengeance and vulnerability, Jinx must navigate deadly politics, unlikely alliances, and the terrifying possibility that not every man deserves her wrath. Burn the world… Or risk her heart in the hands of a man who might ruin her even more completely than the last. But one thing remains certain: those who made her suffer will pay the terrible price.

40000 Words Free Before locked. Over 30 Free Chapters Of premium content. Time Loops. Weak To Freaking Strong Mc. Relevant, and Emotionally Deep Villains. Gore And Death. Eldritch Monsters. .... Soul Mechas were forged to punish the Eldritch Monsters that attack this world from Beyond the Glass. But they can only be powered by those who bond with ancient mythical souls from that world. Unfortunately, souls are only attracted to negative emotions: helplessness, anguish, and loss. The deeper and more wronged, the better. However, regardless of the empire's pressure on the people to produce the best Soulbound Warriors and the heavy stigma from his father's curse, Soren remains a happy boy, a dreamer. Until he ends up with the worst soulbond in history after 'The Touching Glass Ceremony.' An F-rank soul. Trash even amongst trash. Even the commoners laughed when his rank was called. Beggars in rags celebrated and claimed to be above him. But was it really the worst soul bond ever? Because, when an Eldritch monster ravages their town and kills all that he loves, Soren finds himself repeating the same day again and again, bathing in unimaginable pain and death that forces him to grow, evolve, and confront questions that plague the empire, his father's mysterious curse, soul rituals, and the Eldritchs' true goals on earth. Each loop leaves him HUNGRIER, stronger...but less human. As the lines between man, soul, and machine blur, Soren must decide the very fate of the world...

A talented individual who is respected by many and welcomed everywhere… Not at all! A bloodthirsty battle fanatic who knows no defeat! However, he is usually kind and gentle, as well as a great boss and a subordinate who does not make a fuss! That’s what people think of me, but in reality, I’m a sickly person who struggles to get by in everyday life, let alone in battles. Due to excessive stress, I vomit blood. If I’m shocked, I vomit blood. Even if I’m slightly startled, I vomit blood. For no reason at all, I vomit blood… No, it’s about time everyone realized that I’m weak, but for some reason, they continue to have a strange misunderstanding about me. So… I used to be strong—no, I still am, but for some reason my body was damaged and I can no longer use 100% of my skills? Is it because my body will be unable to withstand it? And the reason for it is… a spell? A curse? This is ridiculous! ___ This is an upload of a PDF I have. I don't know who the original translator is. I will make small modifications to each chapter to correct some things that may be confusing.

The universe did not give me a second chance. It gave me a trade. I was bred to be a sacrifice. I was burned alive by the people I loved most. I came back from the ash to reclaim my life, my title, and a power that should have stayed buried. The betrayal is finished. The divorce is final . I am no longer the girl they can cage. But the cost of my freedom was higher than I imagined. The one ally I trusted has vanished. He left a crumbling empire and a hole in my world I cannot fill. The wards protecting my kingdom are failing. I have eight months to reach the final trial or watch everything I fought for collapse. I have to do it under the shadow of the Crown Prince. Thalion thinks I am a monster. He does not trust my blood, my smiles, or my intentions. He is my mandatory escort because he does not trust anyone else to watch me. He is there to document every slip. He is there to decipher the dangerous secret I am hiding. Eight months with a man who watches me with cold, calculated suspicion. The way he looks at me when the shadows grow long is not just wariness. It is a hunger that threatens to burn us both down. I am playing a new game now. This time, I am the one holding the torch. Regression | Enemies-to-Lovers | Forced Proximity | Slow Burn | Political Intrigue | R18 ________________________________________ Note to Readers: This is the second book of Crown of Ash and Bonds and an entry in The Soulfire Chronicles. This volume is currently ongoing. Because it follows the direct consequences of the first book, you must start the journey with Book 1: The Rise of the Flamebearer. For the full history of the pyre and the betrayal that started it all, the beginning of Seraphina's journey is available now .

Dark Night. Black Ties. Unserved Ties. “The best part about hiding a secret? The harder you try to bury it, the more it demands to surface.” After the harrowing night of justice, the world was convinced the Devil was no more. Preston University seemed liberated from the grip of its dark tormentors. But at what cost? LarksVille, a high-end town of powerful people, conceals a long-forgotten tale of crime, injustice, and secrets. And this time, Anastasia has more than just one clue. But the real question remains: if the Devil is dead, who had been aiding her all along? Another stalker? Another Devil? Or was everything a lie? Torn between freedom and justice, Anastasia is more determined than ever to uncover the truth. Her only restraint: Everything she believed so far was all a lie.

He once entered the grand gates of a wealthy mansion with nothing but quiet obedience and desperate hope. As a young housemaid in one of Beijing's most powerful families, he believed that if he worked hard enough, endured silently enough, life would eventually soften for him. He was wrong. One night destroyed everything. Betrayed by the very heir of the house he served, and cast out by his ruthless mother, he was left alone ...shamed, broken, and carrying a secret he never asked for. Twins. With nowhere to go and no one to lean on, he disappeared from that world. Years later, he returns....no longer the powerless boy they once discarded. Now educated, independent, and living a quiet life, he raises his twins under a different truth. They call him "Uncle," unaware that the man who tucks them in at night is their mother. He has rebuilt himself from ashes. But fate is never finished. A man who once saved his life reappears....steady, gentle, and silently devoted. Another man walks into his world...warm, protective, and determined to stand beside him. And then... The past returns. The father of his children. The man who destroyed his innocence. Now powerful. Now remorseful. Now wanting redemption. Three men. One wounded heart. When love stands at his door, will he choose safety? Passion? Or justice? And can a man who survived the worst kind of betrayal ever truly allow himself to love again?

It's the last week of school, and all Kevin Veyron wants to do is make it to May 18, his birthday and the last day of school. However, strange phenomena begin to flicker within him and around him during his finals week. As he searches for answers, unbeknownst to Kevin, he is already walking down his path as an Elemental. Kevin will soon find out this path he walks down isn't for the weak. It is the way of fate for an Elemental such as himself to struggle to find his way in this coming-of-age action adventure in Saga 1- The Rise. will be posting on Royal road and Wattpad simultaneously

This book is also known as Douluo: My Parents Died Because of Tang Hao at the Start In the era of Douluo Continent 3: The Legend of the Dragon King, after the Heaven-Reaching Douluo Yun Ming burned his life to leave the last spark for Shrek Academy, his soul was swallowed by a spatial rift and returned to the era of the Sea God Tang San twenty thousand years ago, becoming the grandson of Yang Wudi, the clan leader of the Breaking Clan. A brand new story unfolds from here. What kind of sparks will fly when Yun Ming, the sole Lord of the End of Shrek Academy, meets Tang San, the Lord of the First Generation's Revival? Two people with completely opposite personalities and dispositions!!! PS: This novel has no system, is anti-Shrek, relatively not dark, and involves ascending to godhood.

What if your second life began at the roots of an empire? Rudura opened his eyes not as a common man, but as the son of Chandragupta Maurya the very emperor who carved the first great Indian empire. But this life is not just history repeating itself. A strange path opens before Rudura: Every empire conquered, every land brought to its knees, fuels his strength. The world itself measures his power not by swords or magic, but by the number of empires he claims. Yet he is still just a boy. A boy training until his hands bleed, watched by masters who doubt he will ever rise. A boy dreaming of surpassing even his own father. A boy who knows that beyond these palace walls lies a world of enemies emperors who have swallowed hundreds of empires already. Rudura’s journey is not just about survival. It’s about conquest, legacy, and the fire of a prince who refuses to be forgotten. The Mauryan Empire was only the beginning.

Snow began to fall without warning. Wei paused beneath the pale sky, breath held, as if the cold had whispered something only he could hear. There was a name on his lips that he could not place. A warmth in his chest he could not explain. He feels things he cannot remember. He waits for someone he cannot name. In a town where winter never seems to end, silence carries more weight than sound — and forgetting feels heavier than loss. Some winters are not made of snow. They are made of things left behind.