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Born as the third youngest of the Melpomene family, Catalina never expected to go to Lightless Institute for training as heir of one of the holy clans. Expect the unexpected—everyone had to know this. She should have known fate to be sudden, viscous, and unpredictable. In an attempt to not bring anymore shame to her legendary family, Catalina forces herself to make the effort to be great. Great perfect grades and flawless scores in duels. Master her zodiac path, create a relic. Became an Ophanim. Then, a Pillar of Winter Clan. How hard can it be? Extremely challenging, especially when within the tides of mundane life, a gamble of survival and destiny is being played. In the world of divinity and advanced technology and civilization, the truth shall set them free or contain them from beyond themselves. Welcome to the lawless saga. Cover design; picsart Art; pinterest—owner unknown 2 chapters on every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Monday.

Aurora Waters was overwhelmed with despair when she faced the truth about her family. She had been born into a family of villains. Even worse, her family had an unhealthy obsession with faking their identities. They took “Fake it till you make it” so seriously that it usually ended with them getting killed! Her oldest brother pretended to be a CEO just to mess with the female lead, but that backfired when the male lead showed up and threw him out. Her second brother? He was an obsessive lover who pretended to be a wealthy second-generation heir—until the real heir ended his life. Her third sister? She faked being an heiress to manipulate the second male lead but ended up being killed by him. Her fourth sister? She faked an illness to attract the third male lead’s attention, only to die from a real one. Her mother? She put on a facade of being a kind and loving mom but ultimately met her end at the hands of the male lead. Her father? He pretended to be a powerful tycoon but lost his job and was drowned by the second male lead. And Aurora? She planned to impersonate the daughter of the richest man alive, but if things went the way they always did in her family, she’d probably meet her end by accidentally falling down the stairs. However, there was one glimmer of hope in this nightmare: she had a 100% rebate system that rewarded her for spending money on her family! [Beep! You bought an eraser worth 1 dollar for your eldest brother! 2 dollars have been credited to your bank account!] [Beep! You bought a candy worth 1 dollar for your second brother! 2 dollars have been credited to your bank account!] Aurora’s eyes sparkled as an idea took shape. She began spending on her family like crazy to rake in cash. [Beep! You gave a bun worth 20 dollars to your childhood crush! 100 dollars has been credited to your bank account!] Aurora: …! That’s walking money! What Aurora didn't expect, though, was that she would end up becoming one of the technology big shots herself, in the end.

Eva's Pov— "Eyan…" my voice trembled, the words barely escaping my lips. "Are you… Kyel?" He smiled faintly, the warmth I once knew gone from his eyes. "Looks like you found out," he said, his tone light, almost mocking. "Finally. Now I don't have to play this tedious game anymore." My heart thudded painfully. "What are you saying?" He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "That's right," he whispered, his voice low and sharp. "I am Kyel..." The word cut through me like a blade. My breath hitched. "No… no, you're lying. You're not my Kyel....you are not my husband." He leaned closer, his eyes cruel. "Then how do I know about the mole just below your right shoulder blade? The one only your husband would ever see?" I froze. He was telling the truth. My lips trembled. "Why… why did you lie to me, Eyan?" "Your Majesty," he snapped suddenly. I blinked. "W-what?" "You are not allowed to call me by name," he said coldly. "Call me what I am. Your Majesty." Tears burned my eyes. "Kyel… please, tell me why. If there's a reason—" "No," he interrupted. "There was no reason." My heart twisted painfully. "What?" "I lied because I wanted to," he said flatly. "I had no reason. And I owe you no explanation." I stared at him in disbelief. "But I'm your wife—" He laughed bitterly. "No. You're not my wife. You're just a woman I shared my bed with." My tears finally fell. "You said you loved me…" His voice turned to ice. "It was all a lie. I—Eyan Lucien Therald—never loved you. Not once." The world spun around me. He turned away, pulled open a drawer, and thrust a parchment toward me. "Sign this." My fingers shook as I took it. "What… is this?" "Divorce papers," he said coldly. "I've already signed. All that's left is your signature." "Divorce…" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Once you sign, we're done," he said. "You'll leave Velmoria and never return." Tears blurred my vision. "What about… our child that I'm carrying?" I stepped closer, my voice shaking. "Don't tell me you don't care about our child, too." He turned. "No. I don't." My heart stopped. "You… don't care?" "You were the one who wanted a child. I never did. But I gave you one. Isn't that enough?" I shook my head, sobbing. "Please, stop… please." "Now sign the papers," he said coldly. "Take the child with you and get out of Velmoria. Never show me that face again." "No. I won't." His voice thundered through the room. "Guards!" The door burst open. "Yes, Your Majesty?" "Take her out of this room," he ordered without looking at me. "Throw her out of the palace—and make sure she never steps foot inside again." I screamed, struggling against the guards' grip. "Eyan! Please—listen to me! Don't do this!" But he didn't turn around. Not once. As the doors slammed shut behind me, I looked at him one last time— and the love I always saw in his eyes… was no longer there. --------------------------------------------------------

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.

Elara lives a quiet life simple mornings, soft routines, and a small world filled with work, family, and the comfort of ordinary days. She isn’t searching for anything dramatic. Love, to her, is supposed to be gentle… if it comes at all. Then she meets Asher. He isn’t loud or overwhelming. He isn’t the kind of man who storms into someone’s life and turns everything upside down. Instead, he arrives slowly through small coincidences, playful conversations, and moments that feel too natural to be accidental. As their paths keep crossing, something soft begins to grow between them. Not rushed, not forced… just a quiet connection that deepens with every shared glance and every late-night message. But when distance, time, and the weight of real life begin to test them, Elara must ask herself one question:

Rosalia Aragona remembers the taste of salt and the weight of a room going quiet. She doesn’t remember the man. One night is enough to leave her pregnant—and blank where the truth should be. In a small town that values reputation over breath, her family rushes to marry her off to an old man who can swallow scandal like wine. On her wedding day, the church doors open to a stranger’s calm. Giuseppe Falcone crosses the aisle, puts a bullet through her would-be husband, and steals Rosalia away to a private island where the Falcone dynasty lives like royalty behind locked gates. Giuseppe doesn’t ask if the child is his. He claims it. He claims her. And in the Falcone court, claims are law. But Rosalia is not built to break prettily. With every rule she learns, she bargains for another inch of autonomy. With every secret she uncovers, she turns survival into leverage. Because someone engineered her disgrace. Someone took her memory. And the closer she gets to the truth, the more dangerous it becomes—until law, rivals, and bloodline politics converge on the one thing no one can afford to lose. In a world where love is a liability and safety is never free, Rosalia and Giuseppe must decide what kind of family they will be—publicly, permanently—while knowing some consequences will follow them forever.

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.

Saira Anees transmigrate into a parallel world empty handed and soon realised the only way to survive in this unknown place is to do that one thing she hated to most. Marriage. She ended up proposing the her savior Azlaan Bayg, who had his own reasons to agree to a contract marriage. Now bound in a bond they both didn't want to a new adventure has started to unfold as the two found themselves in constant bickering and turmoil and care and love slowly began to develop. But will this contact marriage survive and become a real marriage or the differences will pull them apart. Saira will began her own business here in this world too and will help Azlaan get back on his feet and recover from past trauma as his family will heal the familial trauma Saira carries with love and care.

Seo Yuna, a bold and clever new student, navigates the challenges of a prestigious academy while secretly living a double life. As mysterious pranks unfold across the school, she balances friendships, rivalries, and unexpected allies—all while trying to keep her true identity hidden. Amid chaos and comedic mishaps, Seo Yuna must outsmart those around her and face the elite of the academy without revealing her secrets.

Lucilla Crimson never wanted to become the villain. She was nothing more than a simple girl named Ruby Baker before things went wrong. With the world against her, she did whatever she needed to do to keep those close to her safe. Watch as Lucilla climbs her way through the world and becomes one of the world's most ruthless tyrants. New Chapter every Wednesday 5pm EST ------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first Novel. Thank you to anyone who decides to read this, and I hope you enjoy it. And thanks to my sister for doing the Cover Art. Her Insta: notagood_hunter922 Is being moved to Royal Road. My profile name will be the same "Wild44Write", But the name of the series will be shortened to Crimson Conquest. Duck for confirmation.

Caleb Arden has always lived quietly in the background—overshadowed by his dramatic Omega brother, overlooked by his family, and underestimated by everyone else. But when the Omega flees from his political marriage to the ruthless Alpha Lucian Thorne, Caleb is forced to step into a spotlight he never wanted. A Beta replacing an Omega. A marriage built on obligation, not choice. Cold eyes. Cold vows. Cold nights spent alone. But in the Alpha’s world—filled with danger, syndicate politics, and a bond that shouldn’t exist—Caleb discovers he cannot stay small forever. And Lucian discovers something he never expected: The Beta living in his shadow… might be the one person capable of shaking his world apart.

In the high-stakes world of sustainable energy, precision is the only law. But when a surgical auditor meets a chaotic genius and a strategic visionary, he must decide if his "Standards" are a shield or a foundation. Avery Cole lives by a singular metric: Excellence. As the founder of Stellar Crest, he has built an empire on the "Surgical Audit," treating every professional interaction with the cold precision of a machine. But the Orion Project—a revolutionary smart grid initiative—requires more than just spreadsheets. It requires the "Human Variable." Follow the journey of three professionals—the Auditor, the Engineer, and the Designer—as they navigate the "South" to bring power to the dark corners of the Philippines. In a world of tropical storms, political friction, and corporate sabotage, he discover that true dignity isn't found in a flawless suit, but in the intentional pursuit of a purpose greater than themselves.

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.

Eva Ivanova never planned on diapers or lullabies—least of all for a baby who barely makes a sound. But when her best friend dies and names her guardian of an eerily quiet infant, Eva’s world shatters. And it gets worse. The courts assign her a co-guardian: Alessandro Bianchi. Mafia royalty. Hitman in a suit. Her sworn rival in every courtroom they’ve ever battled in. Forced into parenthood together, Eva and Alessandro quickly realize the baby isn’t just quiet—she’s connected to a trafficking network buried deep inside the justice system. And someone will kill to get her back. As enemies close in and old wounds bleed open, the line between hatred and hunger turns dangerously thin. Enemies in court. Partners in crime. Parents by force. And maybe… something they never saw coming.

When a young woman is taken as collateral for her father’s debt to Los Angeles’ most notorious crime family, she is forced into a marriage designed to control her. Instead, she forges an unexpected bond

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.

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Dear Reader, My name is Lola, and this isn’t just a book about dating. It’s about living. Yes, there are dates. Hundreds, actually. Some real. Some exaggerated for comedic relief (because trauma is exhausting and humor is free). But behind every swipe, every dinner, every wild story, there’s a woman surviving. A woman unraveling. A woman rebuilding. This is about me, my life, my heartbreaks, my hilarity, my healing. The messy, sacred chaos of it all. You’ll meet exes (some I married, some I should’ve blocked), friends who became family, and red flags I mistook for carnival rides. You’ll also find the truth I spent years avoiding— about love, motherhood, neurodivergence, faith, fear, and finally choosing myself. This isn’t a self-help book, but if it helps, I’m glad. It’s not an advice column, but if it feels like one sometimes, that’s okay too. Think of it more like a long, unfiltered letter from a big sister who’s been through it and wants to make you laugh, cry, and maybe pack a spare car seat... just in case. So settle in. You’re not alone. I’ve got stories to tell. With love, Lola

“I don’t know where I came from. I don’t know if I even have a family. The only thing I remember is my name… I am Aliya.” When Aliya awakens, she finds herself lost between the living and the dead. With no memories of her past and no clue how she died, she realizes that she has become a wandering soul. Haunted by fragments of a forgotten life, Aliya must uncover the truth behind her death and the mystery surrounding her identity. But the deeper she searches for answers, the more she realizes that some truths are far more terrifying than being dead.

Raven Cruz only wanted answers about her missing brother, Jace, and Jake Flanagan was the only man who knew the truth. But the night she breaks into his home, she finds him bleeding out—right before Cassian Valtar steps from the shadows and traps her in the moment. With her fingerprints forced onto the murder weapon and every exit sealed, Cassian drags her into the ruthless world of the Brotherhood Games, an underground empire where thirty-two racers enter each round and at least one must die. He insists she isn’t a prisoner but a racer—his racer. Cassian is the most merciless of the Brotherhood, a man drowning in secrets: secrets about the Games, about the murder she witnessed, and about why he watches her like she’s the one thing he was never meant to want. Raven is supposed to be another piece on his board, yet the more he tries to use her, the more she becomes his weakness. Now she must outdrive killers, outsmart a Mafia empire, and resist the man pulling her deeper into his world. Because the real danger isn’t the track or the Brotherhood… it’s the spark between her and Cassian Valtar—the devil who ruined her life, and the only one who might save it.