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**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● My tears fell in silence, without even daring to sob… until his tall shadow fell across the threshold. He stepped inside. Slowly. Heavily. His eyes… locked onto mine. The same eyes people said carried the scent of blood, burdened with a dark and haunted past. I was afraid of him… everyone was afraid of him. And yet, I was certain that behind that predatory gaze, another truth existed. His fingers, trembling with hesitation, reached for my face. His touch was so gentle that it was hard to believe those same hands had once clenched the cold hilt of a Jiàn (剑), [a double-edged Chinese sword]. He stared into my eyes… but he did not see me. I could sense it… With longing, he pulled me against his chest, as though he wished to chain my soul to his own. That was when I heard it; the fierce, thunderous beat of his heart beside my ear. My fear dissolved. I was calm. I clutched at his clothes and found stillness in the chill of his embrace... in the arms of the devil! He carried secrets too heavy for the earth to bury, and perhaps some men are better left forgotten!

Amara Hale never believed in love—until she was forced to marry the most dangerous man in the city, Lucien Blackwood. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Lucien doesn’t do love. He does control. Their marriage is a business deal. Their desire is forbidden. And yet, every glance, every brush of skin, every word between them ignites a fire neither can control. In a world of lies, secrets, and hidden scars, will Amara break him—or will he own her heart completely? One rule: no love. One woman: all temptation. One man: all danger.

With an entwined fate, Ajab has to make a choice. But does fate belong in the hands of the Prince? Are the firmaments his for the splitting? Can he save his heart or dive head face into his death? Maybe sometimess doing nothing is our most vicious fight. At the end, the pen determines the way the ink flows, so who cares if it's death or fate, or even the firmaments, just leave it to the Author.

He was her past, present, and future. She was his beginning and end. ______________ Luna wanted revenge, surprisingly not on the alpha who rejected her, but on the man who claimed her as his bride, the man who was none other than the Lycan King, Alpha of Alphas. Luna Harristone was the pack's outcast, ridiculed all her life because she had'nt awakened her wolf by age 19. The alpha who claimed he love her and promised to make her his bride rejected her like trash. Luna felt like her life had no meaning until the news spread that the feared Lycan King, Draven Iranov, was arriving. At the banquet, he claimed her as his bride. but his eyes triggered a flood of memories of the man who killed her parents. Draven Iranov was a twisted, emotionless king, notorious for his merciless deeds. Many called him a monster; his behavior and actions were pure evil. he was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Draven claimed he knew her. But Luna only remembered him as the monster who killed her parent. And wanted nothing to do with him. The problem? Luna wanted to kill him, but he wants to marry her. will she be able to escape the clutches of the heartless king? or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone. _______________ [WARNING: Mature Content 18+. No Rape] #Exceprt "Did you go meet him again, my sweet girl?" a voice whispered in her room. Luna spun towards the sound, but only a shadow lingered on her bed. She gasped as the figure rose, stepping towards her. "I... I... hmm...” she stuttered, her mind racing for excuses. She had thought he wasn't in the packhouse today. "No need for excuses, my sweet lamb," the voice cooed. "Now, are you ready for your punishment?" __________ Connect with me (to see pics of characters) Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61586502603479&mibextid=LQQJ4d Instagram: Author Mimidaniels_ Discord: https://discord.gg/9YQ9yC9jP

I died the same way I lived, quietly, tired, and carrying burdens that were never mine to begin with. All my life, I acted as if each day might be my last. There was no room for dreams, no space for softness. While others believed in happy endings and comforting illusions, I was busy surviving. I used to resent romance novels, their sheltered heroines sighing over trivial inconveniences while standing at the center of a life anyone else would fight for. And then I woke up inside one. Silk sheets, a chandelier above me,a reflection that did not belong to me. I was not myself anymore. I had been reborn into the very novel I once skimmed through on sleepless nights, inside the body of a nobody. The heroine, she has everything. And yet, she treats it like nothing. She turns away from what others treasure. She hesitates where she should be certain. She sighs where she should be grateful. I spent an entire lifetime wishing for a fraction of what she wastes without a second thought. So I made a decision. If she cannot carry this role properly, then I will. I will step where she refuses to stand. I will reach where she withdraws. I will claim what she keeps letting slip through her fingers. I will not apologize for wanting more. I have already lived one life with empty hands. This time, I refuse to fade quietly into the background of someone else’s story. If destiny insists I am only a substitute, then I will become irreplaceable. After all, I was never meant to be the heroine. But this time, I intend to be the only one left standing.

The realization didn't come with a flash of light, but with the cold weight of a Valyrian steel ring on his finger and the suffocating heat of King’s Landing. He was no longer a spectator to the tragedy; he was the tragedy. As Aegon II Targaryen, he knew the math of the Red Keep was simple: there is no room for a king’s eldest son in a kingdom ruled by his sister. To Rhaenyra, his very existence was a declaration of war. In the quiet of the library, the scent of old parchment and beeswax hung heavy in the air. "Your Highness, you seem to have developed a sudden, singular passion for the chronicles of our ancestors." Otto Hightower moved with the practiced grace of a predator, taking the seat opposite his grandson. His eyes, sharp as a maester’s quill, scanned the boy for any sign of the drunken wastrel he had expected to find. Aegon didn't look up immediately. His fingers traced the cracked leather of an ancient volume, his touch almost reverent. "Grandfather," he began, his voice distant, "if you were to open every history book in this Citadel, from the Doom of Valyria to the day my father took his seat on the Iron Throne... what do you think they would truly say?" Otto’s brow furrowed, his Hand’s pin catching the flickering candlelight. "The histories? They speak of many things, Aegon. Duty, lineage, the rise and fall of great houses. There is much to learn of governance within them." Aegon finally looked up. The dazed fog in his eyes had cleared, replaced by a terrifying, lucid spark. A slow, sharp smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. "I’ve read them all, Grandfather. I’ve looked past the dates and the names of dead lords. Between the lines of every conquest and every betrayal, the ink screams the same thing." He leaned forward, the shadows of the library dancing across his face.

!MATURE THEMES! After her family is brutally murdered in front of her by the Vampire King, Zyren Blackthorn, for being hunters, Aria is left broken and devastated, desperate for death. Her world is shattered when Zyren, instead of killing her, claims her as his pet, dragging her away from her village into the heart of the central city. As a human slave, she is forced to endure his sadistic desires. Every night, he reminds her of her helplessness, but beneath his cruelty lies an obsession that burns with intensity. Despite her hatred and longing for revenge, Aria’s body betrays her, and she finds herself caught between a dark desire and her desperate need for revenge. Excerpt: Aria’s breath hitched as Zyren’s fingers traced the line of her jaw, his touch colder than ice, yet searing her skin with the promise of more. She should resist, should fight back, but her body betrayed her—shivering, craving the pleasure she knew he could give. “You thought I’d kill you,” Zyren murmured, his voice a dark purr. “But instead, you’ll belong to me. Every part of you will be mine.” Her lips parted to speak, but the words caught in her throat. The memory of her family’s blood staining her hands made her stomach churn as she glared hatefully at him. “Tell me,” he growled, his hands moving lower, pressing against the softness of her skin, “do you still wish to die?” She clenched her fists, tears threatening to spill, but her body trembled under his touch. “I wish for nothing but to be free of you,” she spat, but even as the words left her lips, she felt the hunger in her—a hunger she hated but couldn’t deny as she stared into his red eyes. A need to PRESENT herself to him and have him mount her…body and soul.

In a past life, Daphne was a concubine whose beauty won the Emperor's heart, but earned the Empress's wrath. Betrayed and poisoned, she died a tragic death,spending her final moments in the arms of a cold, powerful general who swore to find her in the next life. But fate has a different plan. Daphne is reborn, returned to a time before her family's ruin and her own gruesome end. Armed with a mind sharpened by a lifetime of regret and a body she now vows to make unbreakable, she forges a new path. She will not be a pawn again. This time, she will protect her family and defy the destiny that once took her life. General Alaric , the man who had loved her secretly in her past life is unaware that she's been reborn. He is a living legend, a name whispered with of awe and terror on every battlefield. Yet, beneath his calm surface lies a fiercely possessive nature. What Alaric desires, he claims, and what he claims, he holds with an unbreakable grip. This possessiveness is the darker twin to his battlefield prowess, a ruthless, unyielding trait that ensures once he decides something is his, be it territory, or a woman, he will stop at nothing to secure it. In the mood for a doting and extremely obsessive husband? You're in the right place.

In 1642, a devastating curse has drowned 98% of the world, leaving behind a limitless ocean and a strange magic woven into the souls of some survivors. While pirates roam the Salt in a desperate hunt for food and mythic dry land, the Knights of an earlier age cling to their fading codes of chivalry and iron. 14-year-old Moro Sunder is a scavenger on a starving ship, a boy who fights for every scrap of bread just to see the next sunrise. But his life shatters when he becomes a vessel for a ghost: the soul of the genocidal Knight who ruled the world before the Great Flood. Now, Moro’s own mind is no longer entirely his own, and the man who once ruled the world is looking for a way out.

In 2025, Eshaan Vikram Shresth is an archaeology professor at the New Nalanda University - brilliant, overlooked, and quietly consumed by a love of civilizations that died before the world could appreciate them. When he follows a hidden alignment in the ruins of the original Nalanda into a subterranean sanctum, he stumbles upon a secret the world has kept for over two millennia. The Nine Unknown Men, the legendary society founded by Emperor Ashoka the Great after the Kalinga War, are real. They have kept their vigil across centuries, guarding nine books of knowledge so dangerous that no single era could be trusted with them. And one of those books - the Ninth, has been waiting. For him. The Quill of Sociogenesis, dark and iridescent and impossibly alive, does not ask Eshaan's permission. It chose him. And next thing Eshaan knew, he is ten years old, frail, suffering from a disease and lying in a clerk's house in Pataliputra and the year is 1178 CE. He carries two things into this new life: the accumulated knowledge of a modern historian who has spent his career studying exactly what went wrong with India, and the mark of a cosmic mandate written in his own flesh. He knows the invasions coming. He knows the betrayals, the fractures, the missed chances. He has read every book, studied every empire that rose and fell in this soil. Now he will build the one that doesn't. Disclaimer - This Novel series is an Isekai medieval India historical fiction. I don't wish to hurt anyone's feelings and would like to trace an alternative history for Indian Subcontinent, exploring the possibilities if the events unfolded in a different way.

For those who fought in war, war never ends. But John’s war has just begun…a war that has ended in Future. Now back in the past as a Soviet soldiers... Guderian? Rommel? Manstein? The USSR needs only one soldier… Dmitri.

Born in late 1864 beneath the cold skies of Hokkaido, Akelldema Miyamoto enters a Japan caught between fading steel and rising industry. His father, Hiroshi, once a formidable samurai, has sheathed his blade to serve as a physician to a powerful lord, walking the narrow path between tradition and survival. Through harsh herbal regimens and disciplined breathwork, he forges his son into something steadier than most boys his age, preparing him for a future neither of them can fully see. By 1879, unrest coils through the country. Old loyalties are hunted. Food grows scarce in certain districts. Rumors move faster than horses. In the lord’s estate, Princess Aiko Takamori stands at the heart of fragile political balance, and Akelldema, still only fifteen, finds himself drawn into her orbit even as the ground shifts beneath them. When violence can no longer be contained, Akelldema, seventeen and nearing manhood, is chosen to escort Aiko and seven loyal companions across the Pacific to California. What awaits them is not only gold and opportunity, but the consequences of ambition unbound. In the American Wset, the brilliant and obsessive Dr. Nikolai Richtofen has traded provisions to a desperate tribe in exchange for their medicine man, seeking to master life itself. His experiments awaken a corruption that seeps into the blood, spreading by bite and turning the living into something hollow and driven by a darker will. Separated from the princess and believing his duty has failed, Akelldema is cast into a fronteir where greed, secrecy, and infection thrive in the shadows of mines and desert laboratories. Armed with his father’s teachings and the discipline to resist the taint in his own veins, he must hunt for the truth, protect what remains of his honor, and confront the man whose curiosity has begun to unravel the boundary between life and something far more dangerous.

In the East is a land ruled by an emperor, whose consorts and serving women live in a sprawling complex known as the hougong, the rear palace. Maomao, an unassuming girl raised in an unassuming town by her apothecary father, never imagined the rear palace would have anything to do with her—until she was kidnapped and sold into service there. Though she looks ordinary, Maomao has a quick wit, a sharp mind, and an extensive knowledge of medicine. That’s her secret, until she encounters a resident of the palace at least as perceptive as she is: the head eunuch, Jinshi. He sees through Maomao’s façade and makes her a lady-in-waiting to none other than the Emperor’s favorite consort… so she can taste the lady’s food for poison!

5 People who have never met, come together through an unlikely situation. They are the only ones who can stop 2 evil men from doing whatever they want, to whomever they want, whenever they want.

In the gothic shadow of Sidonia Kemis, the boundary between humanity and horror is crumbling. From the dimension of Sarx, parasitic entities known as Tumors breach the veil, possessing the innocent and twisting them into flesh-eating monstrosities. It is a grim age where steam mixes with blood, and the only line of defense against the darkness is the Holy Convent. To fight these monsters, the Church creates monsters of their own—elite executioners known as Priests who wield "Gospels." These are not prayers, but terrible curses that weaponize the body, allowing the faithful to burn, crush, and slice through the corruption at the cost of their own humanity. But the true threat may not come from the dimension of flesh, but from within the sanctuary itself. It all started with Sister Blood. A heretic hiding within the Convent’s elite ranks, she has set a divine conspiracy in motion that threatens to shatter the natural order. Her scheme began with a single, twisted act: the delivery of a "gift" wrapped in swaddling clothes to a retired executioner who thought his war was over. Now, dragged back into a conflict he tried to escape, one man must navigate a treacherous world of mad science, ancient sea beasts, and political betrayal. Hunted by the organization he once served and burdened by a mutation that is slowly turning him into a beast, he must uncover the truth behind the heresy. In a world where divinity is just another word for power, the only way to survive is to become something worse than the devil. Support Author at: https://www.patreon.com/ZenpaiTrans

Reborn in 20th century Bharat, a man wakes up with memories of his past life and an extraordinary system that gives him knowledge, skills, and strategies far beyond his time. The world he once lived in taught him that power belongs to the few—old money, entrenched empires, and secret networks that pull strings from the shadows. This time, he refuses to be just another pawn. Armed with his system, he begins a meticulous journey to dismantle these powers from the inside out. No empire is too strong, no influence too hidden. Every move he makes is calculated, every step designed to strip the powerful of their control and leave nothing behind. What begins as a personal mission soon escalates into a full-scale challenge to the very structure of society. As he navigates the complexities of the 20th century, he must deal with rivals, unexpected allies, and the harsh realities of a world unprepared for someone who can foresee and manipulate outcomes with surgical precision. The system is a double-edged sword: it grants him immense advantage, but it also comes with risks he cannot ignore. This story is not just about revenge or rebellion—it is about rewriting history, reshaping power, and testing the limits of human ambition. In a world governed by hierarchy and influence, he proves that one determined mind, armed with foresight and strategy, can topple even the mightiest of empires. For readers who love thrilling strategy, high-stakes revenge, and relentless action, this story offers a masterclass in calculated power, cunning moves, and the rise of a force that leaves no crumbs behind. IF YOU LIKED AND ENJOYED MY STORY ,YOU CAN SUPPORT ME HERE... UPI ID - shaishabbarua24326@oksbi

The year is 2494, and the world is not like the one we know now. Dominic Lazarus, a final year student is pressured by his friends to join the new MMORPG - World Conquest Online, the biggest and most realistic Virtual Reality Game in History. The Modern World is in a state of peace after recent conflicts between neighbouring kingdoms, but political strife is still high. With the World walking on a tight rope, will World Conquest Online give people the escape from reality that they desperately need. Join Dom as he tried to build his own Kingdom in the Wilds of World Conquest Online, as he tries to juggle his real life issues and those in game. As the Game slowly starts to take over not only his life, but the worlds, follow this growing cast on their journey. *Uploads are slow at the moment due to personal availability, expect a large increase in the new year - back on January 14th!*

Set in 1899 during the final days of the Wild West, Red Dead Redemption follows Johnny Van der Linde, a man reborn in the frozen north with memories of another life and a mysterious Entry System that turns choices, loyalty, and gunfights into strict data. Rescued by Sadie Adler and drawn into the Van der Linde gang, Johnny becomes a quiet force behind the scenes, guiding events without breaking bonds or betraying hearts. This story focuses on the true joys and sorrows of a Western cowboy, where survival is earned, dogs do not get spared, fate is challenged with logic, and redemption is carved through blood, grit, and unwavering resolve. -------- • Not My Work I'm just Translating and Making it readable. If Orignal Owner wants It removed Contact me.

Becoming a Mutant: At the very beginning, Lancelot awakens the god-level “Pupil Lottery System.” Eyes of power—Geass, Reincarnation Eyes, Shared Eyes, Copy Eyes, Jianjigu, and the Deadly Magic Eye—fall under his control. Thus begins the legendary Eye Saga in Marvel. Geass·Absolute Command: “Black Emperor Xiao, serve me as your king. Serve me as your master. Obey me… until death.” Mutant Reverses the Future: The timeline fractures under the Mutant’s power. Lancelot opens the Reincarnation Eyes, forcing humanity to feel true pain. The Super Shenluo Tianzheng erupts, nuclearizing the world with unstoppable force. Apocalypse Advent Era: Lancelot confronts Susan, stepping over Apocalypse itself, turning the ancient villain into a six-way puppet under his command. Sorcerer Supreme? “Ancient One, in front of my Copy Eyes, all your magic will be replicated, perfected, and optimized.” Thor? “Your Meow Hammer bears the Word of Odin? It’s already overwritten… by me.” Avengers? Against my Mutant army, even Earth’s mightiest heroes tremble. Star-Lord of the Guardians of the Galaxy? “Kid, you’re cute. But you really can’t compete.”

Born the son of Brandon Stark "The Wild Wolf" and Serena Umber, Brandon's lover whom he married without his father's consent, who would sadly die in childbirth, the new Lord of Winterfell and Warden of North will be faced with many challenges. Will Alaric Stark succumb to the weight of ruling the north, or will he rise higher than even his ancestors since before the last Stark King knelt before the Conqueror? ------------------------------------------ Hey guys, this is my first attempt at an ASOIAF fic and while I have watched the show and read the books it has been a while so please bear with me! This story will feature a mix of elements from both the books and show. As a disclaimer, this story is an AU, there are two branches of House Stark that descend from the twin sons of Artos Stark and there will be no white walkers. Along with web novel, I will be posting this story on AO3 under the same name. I do not own anything pertaining to ASOIAF except for my OCs.