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I was just trying to survive my toxic family when I had the hottest one-night stand of my life. Then I found out he's my new stepbrother. And a mafia don. Demetrio DeLeon is dangerous, controlling, and completely off-limits. He's also the only man who's ever made me feel alive. Every stolen touch is forbidden. Every heated glance could destroy us both. But when his enemies come for me, I discover I'm not just some college dropout caught in the crossfire. I'm the missing daughter of the Russian Bratva's most feared pakhan. The girl whose kidnapping twenty years ago started a bloody war between two mafia empires. And now that war is back, with me at the center. Demetrio says he'll burn the world down before he lets me go. My biological brother Alexei wants to take me home to Russia. And I'm caught between two families, two worlds, and a love so consuming it might just kill us all. Some secrets are worth dying for. This one might cost me everything.

Everly, a connoisseur of orphan-to-riches tropes, always assumed her origin story began with a dramatic abandonment at the orphanage gates. Turns out, her life was even more cliché than her favorite novels! She wasn't merely dumped; she was swapped—a long-lost heiress to a vast fortune. Just when she thought her life couldn't get any more tropey, a mysterious System materialized, offering her a chance at a "good ending." The catch? Its "abilities" ranged from the utterly bizarre to the downright mortifying, making Everly question if a happy ending was truly worth the existential cringe. *** System 006: [Host, please choose 1 of these 3 system abilities!] Everly: "They're all weird! Let me just pick random!" System 006: [Hehe... host, I forgot to say that each system will have consequences, so something will happen to you when you use it...] Everly: "!!!" Days later, having been reunited with her biological family and experimenting with the System's... unique function, the consequence were already glaringly apparent. Her beloved brother: "My little sister is precious, but I need therapy to keep up with her alien-like thinking." Handsome man 1: "She's a pervert! I'm scared she'll take my innocence..." Handsome man 2: "Every time she talks, I feel like killing her. Is that normal?" NOTE: Please disconnect all logical circuits before proceeding with this novel, as it's an absolute chaotic comedy where the MC, Everly, has several screws loose in her brain. Don't expect much normalcy here—sanity checked out long ago and never came back.

The Synopsis "In the heart of Abeokuta, under the watchful shadow of Olumo Rock, Oluwafunmilayo and Babatunde began their journey with a wedding that promised a lifetime of joy. But as the years bled into seven, the celebratory drums fell silent. Five miscarriages and the biting whispers of family elders turned their home into a place of quiet grief. Then came Iremide, the miracle child. Her arrival was a 'sweetness added to wealth,' a naming ceremony that healed seven years of scars. For two years, the house was full of laughter, and Babatunde finally saw his 'joy doubled' in his daughter’s eyes. But in a single, shattering moment, the light of their home is extinguished. Left with nothing but a toddler's fading memories and a widow's heavy mantle, Funmilayo must navigate the treacherous waters of grief and survival in Ogun State. This is a story of a daughter who lost her father before she could truly know his face, a mother who fought the world to keep a miracle alive, and a legacy that refuses to be buried in the red earth of Yorubaland."

“That child is mine. And so are you,” he commanded, his viper-green eyes pinning her in place. Grace couldn’t believe that he—Carlos Benjamin, her new CEO and eight years her junior—was the father of her unborn baby. “You can go back to that deadbeat you call a husband, or you can come with me and have everything.” ===== For the last five years of her marriage, Grace Preston, 32, believed she was broken. She couldn’t have a child, and her deadbeat husband, Charles, never let her forget it, calling her useless while she worked tirelessly to fund his failed acting career. He didn’t just break her spirit; he shattered her trust by cheating on her with her own sister. Heartbroken, Grace fled to her office late one night, seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle. She wasn’t alone. A beautiful, blond-haired man was there, nursing his own wounds. He never told her his name, but he offered her a night of oblivion. Fueled by whiskey and a desperate need for revenge, she gave in to her darkest desires, pulling the willing stranger into her web. In her drunken haze, she thought, “If my husband can have his fun, then so can I.” She never worried about protection, convinced she was barren. Until a month later, when a positive pregnancy test trembled in her hands. Grace Preston, the ‘barren’ wife, was pregnant. In a single night, the stranger gave her what Charles couldn’t in five years. Now Carlos has made his claim, pulling her into a world of immense power and lethal secrets. Will Grace escape her toxic marriage only to be trapped in this captivating young billionaire’s golden cage? Or is trading one prison for another a mistake that will cost her more than just her heart?

Lin Wan regrets her inability to judge people and how she was deceived by a friend, eventually discarded by a worthless man, leading to her ruin and disgrace. She was forced to leave behind a vibrant and courageous person, ending up living a miserable life and facing a bleak old age. Reborn into another life, Lin Wan is determined not to repeat past mistakes. She is set on extinguishing her vain desires and living a truly remarkable life. She has many ambitions. But the most crucial one is: to win back the man who truly loves her once again. She plans to earn money, find him, marry him, and live a happy life together!

After her grandfather's death, Bai Hanyun was disowned by her parents and cast out of the Bai family. With nowhere else to go, she left the city and returned to the countryside. There, by a twist of fate, she discovered an antique mirror hidden in the basement of her newly purchased home. From that moment on, strange events began to unfold—until one day, she stumbled upon a prayer from a young general. Feng Xiyan, besieged by the Yuezhi Tribe and betrayed by the imperial court, had been driven into a desperate corner. With no access to water, food, or medicine, he and the citizens of Xiqiang City could do nothing but await death. But just as all hope seemed lost, Heaven intervened. From that moment on, the Feng Army and the people of Xiqiang City had enough food and water, living lives more prosperous than even the Emperor himself.

In a world where every little girl's dream is to bask in riches and luxury, a young woman, accustomed to a life of pampering, believes she can effortlessly escape the clutches of poverty. Fueled by ambition and entitlement, she pursues her dream with unwavering determination. However, the journey proves far more treacherous than she anticipated, as she faces the harsh realities of sacrifice, humiliation, and loss. As she navigates the treacherous waters of her dreams, the façade of her dream life begins to crumble. Betrayed by her closest friends and cast aside by those she once trusted, she discovers the painful truth: she was merely a substitute in a world that values status over genuine connection. Not that she was genuine in the first place. With nothing to lean on but her inner strength, she makes important decisions that lead her on a transformative path. Through the system which bound to her, she begins a new life, ultimately unlocking a breathtaking potential she never knew she possessed. As she rises from the ashes of her former life, the unexpected arrival of mysterious rewards sets the stage for a thrilling new chapter in her quest for true fulfillment. [DING! You have been rewarded with *******]

meri kahani meri jubani ye aisa waqt hai log sirat jayada surt pe marte hai log ye nahi soche ki uke behaviour se insaan dipression me bhi ja sakta hai

Anatomy of Silence A Literary Novel There are people who live at the edges of their own lives—not because they choose to, but because the world does not always make room. Andini Lestari has mastered the art of restraint. Hope, to her, is a fragile architecture—one that stretches the distance between desire and disappointment. Silence has always been her safest refuge. Fani Pratiwi knows what it means to be quietly overlooked. Moving through the world in a body others perceive as inconvenience, she has learned to make herself smaller, softer, easier to ignore. Their paths cross in the unremarkable hours of campus life—in the hush of late afternoon rain, in shared glances across lecture halls, in conversations that feel heavier than they appear. What begins as cautious proximity slowly deepens into something neither of them knows how to name. There are no promises between them. No dramatic declarations. Only the quiet recognition of being seen. But when the fragile sanctuary they build together begins to fracture under the weight of indifference and institutional hypocrisy, silence itself becomes a choice—one that demands a cost. Anatomy of Silence is not a story about grand revolutions. It is about the invisible battles fought in ordinary rooms. About the quiet courage required to remain present in a world that insists on invisibility. Because for some, survival is not loud. It is deliberate. And it is brave.

I watched as Dad looked at me with some kind of angered expression, as usual he believes her.  " Fiona, how many times do i have to tell you to have some respect for my wife? Whether you like it or not she's now your mother. Is this a way to treat your mother"?  "She can never be my mother, she doesn't even have the qualities of being a mother. Why do you always side with her? Can't you see the way she's treating me"?  "Enough Fiona"!!! "You promised mom that you'd always love me and take care of me, but I'm a slave in my own father's house"!! "Hey, don't try to manipulate my husband, what you did was wrong and you expect me not to caution you? Go to your room" I just watched as Dad expression fell, she was manipulating him and turning him against his own daughter.  "You heard her Fiona, go to your room".

P.S; my first published story;-) "I don't know....I panicked,guilt is eating at me" he frowned at my words before speaking up softly "we're cool,it was a fucking mistake so let it go" " you don't get it we can't be cool" I replied shaking my head. We can't be cool because of your girlfriend "expanciate" he demanded "you'll want this eventually" soon enough he closed the distance between us standing right in my space making me shrink into the wall closing my eyes with his minty scent scrambling my brain "you don't know what I want" After a simple life with her aunt in England far from the darkness that seemed to engulf her,Camille Morgan comes back to Los Angeles for a smooth college life with her friends and no drama but that all comes to an end as she encounters Andre Makeila, a hotshot model she adore....her idol. things don't go all rosy with him as expected, events drift them apart and bring them together, brewing complicated feelings. she begins to tread and discovers his darkest secret of the past...... Maybe even darker than hers. Can they ever truly be free of their cruel pasts and embrace their future?

Let’s be frank: my stepmother is human trash. She has always been, and she’ll always be. That’s just how life is. But I’ve got to admit that she’s outdoing herself today. ‘Cause, darn, she’s just told me, first thing in the goddamn morning, that I’m to be wed in a few hours’ time for the prosperity of the clan. That has the merit to be crystal clear, at least. Alright, sure. Fine. I can live with an arranged marriage. It’s not the worst thing she’s done. What’s not fine, though, is my spouse’s gender, age, and species. I want to make three points clear: 1. I’m not into men. 2. I’m not into older people. 3. I’m not into other species. Guess what? It appears my future partner is everything listed above. Male, old enough to be my ancestor, and a demon! ...Is it too late to run away? Asking for a friend. ______________________________ Doesn’t-give-a-fuck-anymore human x pampering older demon [BL] ______________________________ Free of copyright picture used for the bookcover by Leonhard_Niederwimmer

Dilarah never believed in forever. A dedicated veterinary doctor with a fragile heart and a guarded soul, she has learned the hard way that love comes with conditions — and pain never leaves without scars. Baran, on the other hand, is a man who carries storms in his silence. Powerful, emotionally distant, and fiercely protective, he has buried his past beneath control and discipline. Love is not something he trusts — nor something he allows. Their first meeting sparks irritation. Their second ignites tension. And before they realize it… hatred turns into something dangerously tender. But love is never simple. Old wounds resurface. Family conflicts threaten to tear them apart. Secrets from the past shake the foundation of trust. And when letting go seems easier than holding on, one question remains: How far can you go for the person whose name beats inside your heart? In a journey of healing, possessiveness,emotional battles, and slow-burning desire — two broken souls must decide: Will they surrender to pride… Or die in each other’s name?

At sixteen, attention feels like safety. A boy who looks at me like I matter. Friends who tease me about floating too fast. A home where love feels steady, but conditional in ways I don’t question yet. I have always been good at earning affection. At shrinking myself just enough. At staying quiet when I feel too much. But when trust fractures and the people I lean on begin to shift, I am forced to confront something I have avoided for years: What if I have been trying to prove I belong all along? The Girl Who Needed to Be Chosen is a coming-of-age story about insecurity disguised as devotion, about quiet betrayal and sudden loss, and about a girl learning, slowly and painfully, that being chosen means nothing if she has never chosen herself.

When jealousy and envy eat away at a person's heart, no one knows what will happen, how things will turn out, or when the tables will turn.

Jiang Yue’s mom marries Wei Nianzhan’s dad, and overnight two 18-year-old enemies are forced into the same house, the same strict final-year high school, and the same public spotlight. Jiang Yue is reckless, loud, and determined to never be the one who loses. Wei Nianzhan is controlled, high-ranking, and terrifyingly good at staying calm. At school they clash openly, turning classes, cliques, and rankings into a battlefield. At home the war turns quieter and more dangerous, because the walls are thin, the shared spaces are unavoidable, and every “family” moment feels like a trap. As rumors spread and jealousy is provoked on purpose, their hatred starts twisting into obsession. A fever night and other small cracks reveal that Wei’s control isn’t as perfect as it looks, and Jiang Yue begins to realize the person he’s fighting might be the only one who sees him clearly. What starts as sabotage becomes a secret they can’t name, then a mistake they can’t take back, and finally a choice neither of them is allowed to make. They try to survive with rules and denial, but the closer they get, the more everything around them tightens: parents who want a perfect blended family, teachers who watch every step, classmates who live for scandal, and futures that don’t leave room for “wrong” love. By the end, the truth detonates the family anyway, and one of them sacrifices a dream to keep them together. It’s a bittersweet happy ending: they choose each other, but they don’t get to keep the life they were promised.

In a professional racing team, the owner’s daughter stays out of sight while the star driver lives in the spotlight. They keep running into each other around the paddock and garages, sharing brief conversations and quiet moments away from the public eye.

Xal needed a job. Instead, he got a death sentence in the form of a disaster named Kian. Still he agreed, because this purple-haired freak kidnapped him, 'allegedly' and mentioned the spirit that killed his sister. Khem. But, he stayed, because Kian Vaeloren burns when he heals, flinches at closed doors, and reminds him of the warmth he misses the most. As they journey across the veil between worlds, battling corrupted spirits and healing the dying, the two men uncover secrets buried in the ruins of their pasts and build a deeper friendship than either of them expects. When Khem’s true plan begins to unfold, Xal and Kian must choose between justice, vengeance, and sacrifice.

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.