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Broken by the past, Lethia treads a dangerous path where every choice pulls her deeper into darkness. With redemption slipping further from reach, she must face the truth whether to remain a prisoner of her pain, or risk everything to reclaim what is left of her soul.

Is there a more boring word than "paperwork"? Try me. I’ll wait. Ya done? Good because you failed. Paperwork is the king of boredom, yet it is fundamental to human endeavor. Every success nation possesses an effective bureaucracy, is the difference between life and death. The year is 300 AD, and Rome has built a civil service. Paper moves faster than people, and the wasted resources of Rome are wasted no more. Their cities grow, their armies march, and their currency works. All seems well, but when paper moves the world, people who moved paper start to notice. Prepare one and all for Paperpunk, either the most boring or most exciting thing you will ever consider. Steam and gunpowder may be exciting but paperwork is what will make Rome eternal.

​Lu Zheng, the Minister of Justice, was a man upright in character and unyielding in his pursuit of truth. He was the only man in the Empire who noticed the slight tilt in the scales of power, a hidden hand that steered the Emperor’s every decree. But when he refused to bow to the darkness he couldn't yet name, his entire household was erased in a single night of silent blades. ​The world believes the Lu Clan was purged for treason. The Emperor believes he gave the order himself. ​Everyone is wrong. ​ The true architect of the massacre remains a shadow, unknown to the court, the throne, and even the surviving Lu children. To the siblings, their enemy is a corrupt system. To the Mastermind, the siblings are merely loose ends in a game they don't even know they're playing. The children steeled themselves and trained in the temple at the outskirts of the capital, invoking an oath that they will be back and they will bring justice to their parents.

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.

Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box. Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village. He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure... Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land. A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village. A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit's blade. Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.

!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.

Elizabeth Rose. Young. Beautiful. Talented. She conquered the underworld and was crowned Queenpin. Women adored her. Men resented her. She was powerful. Glamorous. Untouchable. Until she wasn’t. Betrayal ended her reign. After everything she built… After all the blood, loyalty, and dominance… It still wasn’t enough. — January 1st, 1700. Bordeaux, France. She opened her eyes again. Not as Elizabeth Rose. But as Alessandro de' Medici. The eldest newborn son of a declining old money Afro - Russian, Angelo Saxon family. Upper class. Proud. Rotting. A different throne. A different battlefield. Was power never enough? Or was she chasing the wrong kind? ___________________________________ Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is apart of the I.C.T.M.T universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.

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WARNING: MATURE CONTENT [18+] An enemy, a punishment, a curse in disguise of blessing. An alpha who simply wants to claim an omega as his. An omega escaping his tragic past, trying to heal the scars that seem to never fade. Synopsis: In a world where Alphas ruled and Omegas were seen as figures of motherhood and love, Ren lived as a Beta. And in a world where humans have mixed with other species such as gods, demons, elves, witches, Ren was a human of pure blood. However, from a young age, he had been able to see what others cannot. A mere glance could kill. A single touch could heal. Born with a cursed blessing—the power to both save and destroy—Ren was bound and raised by the temple, blindfolded and used as a living weapon. For years, they unleashed his power against their greatest enemy: the Ravhara Kingdom, with whom war had raged for centuries. But after a certain incident, Ren ran away from his motherland and sought refuge in the border of the Ravhara Empire, hiding his identity. Disguised as a servant, he began working under the very army he once fought—under their Imperial General, Zayden Sylvaris—as his personal servant under strange circumstances. Ren worked by his side like a ghost. As if he wasn’t there in the first place. Everything was going smoothly… until one night, the general followed the sweet scent of an omega—only to find Ren, his personal attendant, standing there. Him? An Omega in heat? But that couldn’t be. He didn’t any hire Omega, and Betas weren’t supposed to have such a sweet scent. So certainly… he had to be an Omega hiding his identity. And it was the very servant who screamed, “DEMON!” on their first meeting. Zayden becomes consumed with the need to find out the truth. But as desire clashes with hatred, and secrets unravel, one thing becomes dangerously clear: The servant he thought was ordinary, is far more than he appeared. How long can Ren keep his identity buried? And what happens when an Alpha who only wants to claim… meets an omega who was never meant to be touched? DISCLAIMER: This story is set in a fictional, fantasy, omegaverse (ABO) universe. All lore are the author’s imagination. Content Warning: This novel contains scenes of violence, trauma, abuse, and other mature themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Please read cautiously. This is also a slow burn. So if you expect quick progress, then it might not be your cup of tea. And lastly, as I always say, understand the characters. Do not judge them. Enjoy the read!

Vyom’s life was ordinary… until the dreams began. A girl he cannot forget, a universe he doesn’t understand, and a destiny calling him forward. What lies beyond the line between dreams and reality? My Dream Decides My Destiny — a journey of mystery, friendship, and hidden powers.

Dawn and Beyond: Prelude Mystery • Fantasy Adventure Simon Hall Flitz was once a renowned Colonel who commanded an elite seven-member operation unit, feared and respected across Germany for their excellence in espionage and the elimination of high-profile targets. They were the best-until a single mission failed. The operation ended in catastrophe. Every member of his team was killed. Left behind as the sole survivor, Simon descended into crushing depression, self-hatred, and survivor’s guilt. Believing his continued existence to be an unforgivable mistake, he resigned from service and chose to live in poverty as a form of self-punishment. When even that felt insufficient, he reached a final decision-to end his life. Instead of death, Simon awakens to a second chance. He is reborn in Vermillion, an endless world locked in eternal night. But this new life comes with a twist: he is reincarnated into a female body-and not merely as another mortal. She becomes the second ever female Fenrir to exist across all of creation. A Fenrir is not a race, a being, nor a deity. It is an existential status—a fundamental aspect of the world itself. Despite this overwhelming designation, she does not awaken with her true power. Stripped of understanding and strength, she must navigate Vermillion’s complex history and unravel its buried truths-where ancient gods, deities beyond reality, and high-fantasy magic intertwine. To understand Vermillion, she must first understand what she is-and why existence itself chose her to return.

In an empire where silence is law and beauty is political property, gifted women are claimed as sacred “Relics” — ceremonial figures believed to anchor the stability of the throne. When Lianhua is publicly seized under the Quiet Mandate, she does not scream. She observes. Trained within the Veiled Court, she learns that Relics are not honored — they are contained. Draped in silk, worshiped in ritual, but stripped of autonomy, these women serve as symbolic vessels through which the empire binds faith, fear, and obedience. Yet Lianhua quickly realizes something others do not: The empire does not draw strength from the Relics. It depends on them. Assigned four elite enforcers — known as the Black Hands — she begins her quiet rebellion not with blades, but with study. She memorizes doctrine. She deciphers ceremonial language. She watches the fractures in the men assigned to guard her. The Loyalist believes order prevents chaos. The Blade believes strength justifies control. The Scholar believes history defines truth. The Silent One believes nothing at all. Slowly, carefully, Lianhua begins altering small ritual phrases during sacred ceremonies. A word here. A pause there. A symbolic gesture that shifts meaning without breaking law. The people begin whispering. As noble factions compete for influence, the Emperor himself notices her growing impact. Threatened yet intrigued, he offers her a position closer to power — one that could secure her survival at the cost of her autonomy. But Lianhua has already discovered the empire’s most guarded secret: Relics are not symbols of control. They are emotional anchors. If one falls publicly, unrest spreads like fire. If one defies expectation, belief begins to crack. The throne is not protected by armies. It is protected by narrative. And she has learned how to rewrite it. As tensions rise, the Black Hands begin to fracture under the weight of their loyalty. Alliances shift. Rituals become battlegrounds. Love grows in spaces where obedience once lived. When the empire attempts to silence her permanently, it faces an unexpected truth: punishing her may collapse the very belief system that sustains the throne. In a final ceremonial confrontation mirroring the day she was claimed, Lianhua steps forward not as property — but as ideological power. The empire must choose: Destroy her and risk chaos. Or change. The Court of Silken Chains is a dark historical fantasy about ownership, belief, and the quiet, devastating strength of a woman who learns that true rebellion begins in language, not war.

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers / Mystery / Comedy [Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.] To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed. Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society. But it’s all a lie. Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her. When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue. Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley. She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer. Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years. He decides to play her game. He will let her "coach" him on how to woo a lady. He will let her teach him how to dance, how to flirt, and how to seduce. But he has no intention of using those lessons on Lady Celine. "You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you." As the lessons turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years. What to Expect: * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut. * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). Excerpt: "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world." Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath. "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me." "I—I cannot show you, I am merely the coach—" "Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

After becoming cannon fodder, Tang Xiaobai casually pulls out the original heroine's younger brother who died an untimely death, and without a word, she begins to pamper him! Although this little ancestor is manipulative and twisted in various ways, he's the childhood sweetheart she's raised, so she'll pamper him even if she has to do it on her knees! One day, the great villain announces that he has captured the original heroine's brother— Tang Xiaobai looks at the boy who never leaves her side... So, all these years, what kind of deity has she been pampering? Since childhood, Crown Prince Li Mu’s fate has been full of misfortunes, until one day he meets a little girl and inexplicably starts living a life of being mindlessly pampered. Until one day, the little girl looks at another boy with a similarly tragic fate and murmurs: Could all these years of affection have been misplaced? Li Mu: ??? Is she planning to ditch me? Childhood friends & mutual pampering, also known as "The Childhood Sweetheart I Raised is a Great White Lotus" and "The Crown Prince’s Tea Art is Full Level."

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America! The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years! But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America! Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

Most people are born ordinary, but there are always some who, despite being born ordinary, aspire to greatness. From an exploited undocumented worker to the godfather of the dark; From those who obey the rules at the bottom of society, to the emperor behind the scenes who makes the rules; The country belongs to the federation when the sun shines, but it belongs to me when the night falls! "Sometimes, shadows can not only be as vast as light but can even cover it!" "We never extort anyone, every penny we make can pass through our conscience." If someone knocks on your door at night, they either bring my regards or brings the destruction for your arrogance. As for what you will get, it depends on how you choose, my friend!

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

After becoming #1 in the world after playing a grand strategy game as the most difficult faction on immortal level difficulty, MC receives an invitation to compete in an even more challenging game which takes the MC into the world of the game itself, but as it's weakest lord who will die two days later that appears only as a cutscene in the tutorial as first of many deaths to rock the continent until only one survives to proclaim a new eternal empire. Can the MC use his game knowledge to successfully survive his impending doom, and rise from the ashes to reclaim the glory he'd won before?

Yao Zhi died in regret due to exhaustion and transmigrated into an unrecorded kingdom in history. Waking up to find herself in a body weighing more than 200 jin, she was in despair. As she was ready to curse Heaven, she found herself bound with a system. With an auction system on hand, she embarked on the journey of pampering her rough husband and building her business.