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Lost in flames Found in dark

"Lost in Flames, Found in Dark" Some love stories don’t begin with hello. They begin after the end. She was once the light in someone’s storm — wild, warm, unforgettable. Then, in a single moment, Shruti vanished. No note. No clues. Only a silence that shattered the hearts left behind. He searched for her like a man possessed. Burned down every lie, bled for every truth — until all that remained was rage... and a love too deep to bury. Years passed. And somewhere far from the wreckage of the life she once knew, a girl opened her eyes in a hospital bed. Her name was different. Her reflection — unfamiliar. But the ache in her soul? The flashes of another life? All too real. A scar she doesn’t remember getting. A voice she still hears in her dreams. And eyes — cold, broken, beautiful — that feel like home. He doesn't know her. Not anymore. But something in him stirs when she’s near. A storm. A memory. A promise not yet fulfilled. As their worlds collide once more, past and present bleed into one. The girl who shouldn't exist remembers a life no one believes. And the boy who lost everything now stands at the edge of rediscovery… and ruin. This isn’t just a second chance. It’s fate demanding what death tried to steal. Love. Longing. Pain. Fire. And a mystery that binds their souls beyond lifetimes. Because some hearts never stop searching. Some memories refuse to fade. And some love stories are written in scars. --- SNEAK PEEK The night air was sharper than she'd expected, and the thin fabric of her top did nothing to help—but she’d already refused his jacket with full drama ten minutes ago. Pride came before comfort, apparently. From the couch behind her, Dhruv watched in silence. Head slightly tilted, fingers resting near his lips. He didn’t comment. Yet. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she muttered. “A little,” he admitted. She rolled her eyes, still facing the balcony. “This is where a gentleman offers warmth. Maybe a hot drink. Or, you know... human decency.” “You rejected the jacket and the blanket. Can’t save you from yourself.” She opened her mouth to sass back, “Unbelievable.” Before she could finish being annoyed, she felt him. He was behind her—close. His body heat rolled into her back like a slow, deliberate wave. She gasped softly, more out of surprise than cold. His hands slid into hers with quiet certainty, wrapping them up gently. Then, his arms circled around her waist, pulling her lightly against him. Her breath caught as his chest pressed warmly against her back, the thin fabric of her top doing nothing to shield her from the way his warmth spread over her skin. “Dhruv!” she gasped, her voice half protest, half flustered mess. Her words scrambled as he leaned a little closer, breath grazing the side of her neck. “Better?” he asked, low and completely unaffected.
Abishaa · 34.6k Views

Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower

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.
LittleRabbit1111 · 1.7m Views

Son of Julius Caesar: Rebuilding Rome [Business/Republic building]

I wanted nothing more than an ordinary life—free from crushing debt and the endless corporate grind. Instead, I died. And when I opened my eyes, I was in ancient Rome. My father? Gaius Julius Caesar—the man destined to rule, or ruin, the Republic. But history is written in blood. If I do nothing, my new family will be swept away by the coming political firestorm. Power is survival in Rome, and I intend to survive. Armed with modern knowledge, I will reshape the Roman Republic—through banking, insurance, industry, and new political strategies. Rome will never be the same. ============================================== What to Expect: - A grounded story set in the Roman Republic (BCE) - Technological innovation, business, military campaigns, Senate politics, and diplomacy - Based on real history—its religions, places, and historical figures - Smart MC using future knowledge to solve problems - 4 chapters a week, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday (Korean time) - 20 chapters ahead on patreon (https://www.patreon.com/cw/MinchoNyangi) ============================================== MinchoNyangi here!  This is the official English edition of [카이사르의 아들이 되었다]. This story was a hit in Korea with over 2 million views(Naver Series), and I have personally revised and expanded this definitive edition specifically for English readers. You won't find this version anywhere else—not even in Korea. Note: This is the only official translation provided by the author. Any versions found on other sites except Royal Road, Webnovel are pirated copies. If you enjoy the story, please support the author by reading the official release here. Thank you
MinchoNyangi · 1.1m Views

PHANTOM HOLY MAIDEN: Disciple of Concealed Divinity

Orphaned in infancy, Yue Chan was plucked from tragedy by Elder Yun Ji, the revered Sect Leader of the Moonveil Saint Sect. Raised as his own in the heart of secluded peaks, she was given a name that echoed the moon's quiet grace—and a path of utter isolation. For reasons buried deeper than any disciple dares ask, she never stepped beyond the sect's misty barriers, training in secret under Yun Ji's unwavering guidance. Her cultivation bloomed in silence, far from prying eyes and worldly distractions. At just thirteen, the veil of mystery cracked open during the grand inter-sect battle tournament. Amidst prodigies from every corner of the cultivation world, the unknown girl from Moonveil descended like frost-kissed moonlight. Wielding power that defied her tender age, she claimed victory after victory, her masked face revealing nothing but cold, piercing eyes. The sect's banner flew higher than ever—yet the enigma only deepened. No one had seen her true visage. Whispers spread like wildfire: - Was she concealing a forbidden identity? - Did a curse mar her features beyond recognition? - Or were the scars of some ancient calamity too shameful to unveil? Years passed in seclusion. Yue Chan's strength grew legendary, surpassing even her brilliant martial sisters Huo Yan and Su Mei. She became the sect's silent pinnacle—profound, disciplined, untouchable. Then came Li Haoran. The favored disciple of Thunder Peak Sect, under the watchful eye of Elder Qing Yun—Yun Ji's closest confidant—Li Haoran was everything Yue Chan was not: passionate, chaotic, unapologetically alive. Their first encounter was chance, a fleeting clash of blades and wills during a rare alliance gathering. What began as rivalry thawed something long frozen within her icy core. His reckless warmth chipped at her solitude; her quiet depth steadied his storms. But fate had woven a far greater thread between them. Beneath surface personalities lay a sealed secret—an ancient bond, a shared destiny, perhaps a counterpart forged in forgotten oaths or celestial design. Rivals by sect, yet drawn inexorably together, they uncovered truths that could shatter alliances, awaken dormant powers, or bind their lives in unbreakable fate. Will the masked Supreme Warrior and the thunderous disciple become eternal foes, locked in heavenly conflict? Or will they stand side by side—life and death entwined—to conquer the shadows of their past and claim the destiny that awaits?
LittleSky97 · 36.1k Views

Chronisoul

(I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com) To summarize this story in one sentence: A boy is Chosen to stand against a person who was never meant to be evil but now rules it. In the long term, without any spoilers. It's about a boy who becomes a god but still chooses to be human. A story about the cost of power and why someone would want it. When seventeen-year-old Damon Vale lost his mother, his whole world cracked. Not just with grief, but also with an impossible truth. Damon is no longer just a high schooler dealing with gangs and betrayal; he is the descendant of a powerful Queen of Woewyn, a kingdom on a realm carrying good and bad in excess. Raised on Earth by the Queen who lied to save his life, Damon is gifted and burdened by a power that literally bends elements and is constantly on the verge of purging his own body. Now, ancient gods and demons are pouring in and out of The Multiverse, some disguised as humans. Chronisouls, some torment, some help. For Damon, the choice is simple: Embrace the divine power that hurts him from the inside out, or watch his life on Earth, including the one girl who sees past his walls, shatter forever. From quiet rooftops(literally) to cosmic wars(also literally), Damon must discover if saving existence means losing the simplicity he always wanted, getting something better... or obtaining worse. (He doesn't really look like the cover. I only used it 'cause a friend made it for me and it's pretty cool. He looks like my pfp)
Crystopall · 159.3k Views

SAMBALETA

In Hell, a demon lord reaches for the throne of Lucifer, and a bolt of light that belongs to neither of them casts him across the wall of the universe. In a valley too small for any king to name, a boy carries a pie through the rain. When Etreuf, proudest of the fallen, wakes inside sixteen-year-old Elliot's body, both of them learn the terms at once: no door out, no way to part, your death is my death. The demon knows nothing of this world, its monsters ranked by letters, its seven kings crowned by strength alone, its guilds that vault weapons too dangerous to sell. The boy knows nothing of his own inheritance: an unreadable iron coin left by a mother who fled something no one remembers, and blood that two god-forged blades have been waiting eleven years to answer. Together, hostage and host, arithmetic and heart, they walk out of the valley and into the ladder of the world: a gravedigger who buries the dead for free until he owns everyone who ever handed him a body; a strongman with twenty-two years of monsters written on his skin; a courteous hollow man who plays a sleeping god like an instrument. Behind them, a company is born with a ledger anyone can sign and a name kings will laugh at. Ahead of them, a bounty with no reason on it, a temple that is a door, and a stranger with a flaming greatsword who weeps at a boy's promise. And far above all of it, something has begun, very quietly, to conduct. SAMBALETA is an epic fantasy web serial about the ladder of power and the cost of climbing it kindly.
Lazaro_Martin · 41.3k Views