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Not every meeting happens in the living world. Before their bodies were exchanged, Ruqayyah and Aisha met in a white, silent space—a place where words were unnecessary, and understanding came without explanation. There, a mysterious device awaited them: the Book of Qadar. Though it looked like a book, it was a system—a mechanism that allowed the Keeper of Light, Saleh, to communicate with them and give them tasks. It did not show the future; it revealed that every life has a limit, and every choice carries weight. When Aisha woke in the modern era, a world without servants, rules, or walls separating what was permitted and forbidden. Freedom, she soon learned, could be just as frightening. At the same times, Ruqayyah opened her eyes, she was no longer in the 21st century. She had become Aisha bint Al-Fadl, daughter of a powerful vizier in the Abbasid Dynasty—a world of knowledge, politics, and hidden dangers. As history unfolded, their lives became threads in a far larger design. Across centuries and dynasties, one bloodline would be called again and again—not to change history, not to save the world, but to face the same question in different eras: If your life is only one chapter in a book you cannot finish, what will you do before the page turns?

'MICHAEL KINGSTON' The very name resonated with a multitude of meanings, each as potent and distinct as the individuals who uttered it. To some, he was the towering figure of a great general in the United States Army, a master strategist who shaped the battlefields of his time. To others, he was a beacon, a leader who inspired and guided the masses. In the world of commerce, Michael Kingston was spoken of in hushed, awestruck tones – the greatest businessman the world had ever witnessed. He was a paradox, a man who embodied both the gentle virtues of righteousness and kindness, and the stark, unwavering force of ruthlessness when the occasion demanded. Respect and fear walked hand-in-hand in his wake. Such was his influence that, for much of the 20th century, the trajectory of the world itself seemed to bend to his will. This is the extraordinary life of the Mighty Michael Kingston. Note: Real life historical politicians, actors and actresses will be included in the story.

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.

Born into a loving home, the boy was treasured by his parents and proudly regarded as the family’s hope. Yet to the rest of the household, he was nothing but a disappointment, good for nothing, a burden, a piece of trash. He ignored his studies, shut himself away, and spent his days reading novels, unaware of how fragile his world truly was. Then tragedy came from a single, tiny mistake. His family was wiped out by a rival force. Everyone died, his parents, his relatives, every person who had ever cared for him. By sheer coincidence, he survived only because he had not been home that day. Only his closest friend lived through the slaughter alongside him. From that moment, he changed. The boy who once avoided responsibility began to push himself, forcing his weak heart to harden. Determination to find the secret behind the tradegy. But the world has never been kind to him. His path, his story, his life, has been determined since the start, a life dictated by other. A fate for being a pawn. A destiny to lose everything, A path of loneliness. But he himself never let his story writing by other, only he Marcus is only one who had the right to write the story for himself.

It’s been twenty years since I transmigrated into a child-rearing romance fantasy. After successfully pairing my lovely daughter, Cecilia, with the novel’s original male lead, I, Gillen, vowed to live out my second life in peace—until an unexpected obstacle appeared before me. “…I honestly wasn’t going to say this since you’re Cecile’s father, but…” “…?” “I have no feelings for you, Duke.” That obstacle turned out to be none other than the second male lead, Yuan. Already well aware of Yuan’s serious personality flaws, Gillen tried to remove this nuisance lingering around his daughter. But instead of sticking to the plan, he somehow ended up looking like a shameless man chasing someone twenty years younger. In the end, to settle the situation, he promised never to appear before Yuan again— “Thank you for accepting my apology. Then I suppose this will be the last time we see each other. Farewell.” “…What? Last time? What do you mean by that?” For some reason, Yuan started seeking Gillen out more persistently than ever, eyes blazing. My daughter’s second male lead… why on earth are you doing this to me?

From overworked corporate slave to… the fat niece of a future villain? At twenty-three, my life ended in the most ironic way possible—drowning in a lake while reading an online romance novel. When I woke up, I wasn’t just alive—I was inside that very novel. And worse, not as the princess or the healer or even the tragic maid. No. I woke up as Seraphine Agro, the silver-haired, chubby niece of the story’s main villain, Duke Tayler Agro—the man who would one day summon a famine, experiment on peasants, and get publicly executed. Awesome. Now I’m stuck in a half-collapsed mansion with stale soup, a broken “Duke” father who’s too kind for his own good, and an entire kingdom collapsing into plague and hunger. And to make things worse, the hero of the story—the dangerously handsome knight Sir Alex Canva—is on his way to inspect our lands. I know the plot. I know who dies. And I’m not planning to go quietly. Armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a questionable diet, I’m rewriting destiny—one disastrous choice at a time.

Three Princes, One Crown. Following the order of the Emperor, Three princes from different kingdoms sets out as mere men. Crowns hidden, no guards , true identity concealed. In the bustling central kingdom, fate entwines them. William, playful yet persistent, finds himself drawn to Adrian- an elegant prince whose beauty hides thorns sharper than blades. What happens when they find out they are rivals for the throne but it was too late because feelings weights as much as the crown? But shadows move.The third prince and an assassin were lingering, waiting to take their lives. The third Prince- far; yet close, moves in Secret. While Dada, an assassin sent to slay the princes at the Emperor's command, finds his heart ensnared by the one man he should never love. #Romance #Prince #hiddenidentity #boyslove #MxM #smut #rival

Eden got struck by lightening while leaving hate-comments on an ongoing Webnovel he hates. And as karma would have it, he woke up as the villain of the novel. In the novel, The emperor had announced that anyone who brings him the head of the Villainous Wizard of EL, will be rewarded handsomely. And So Everyone, Especially the Powerful Male leads of this novel, are bent on killing this Villain - The same villain Eden woke up as! Eden knew he had to do everything to escape death, even if that meant seducing and snatching the male leads of the original female lead to use them as powerful shields! ******* 1st Lead: "I will have your head with this sword if you ever get that close to me again" The Crown Prince threatened. "Well not after I'm done undressing you, Your Royal Highness" Eden shamelessly replied. 2nd Lead: "Why don't you have a drink with me?" The Grand Marquis had poured him a poisoned drink. "Well it'd be sweeter if I drink directly from your mouth My Lord" Eden offered him the drink. 3rd Lead: "Why don't you go bring me my book? Eden" The Grand Duke requested, an ambush set and waiting to kill Eden in the library. "Don't worry My Dear Duke, I have a better book here about two boys making out!" Eden offered. 4th Lead: "I've heard about your Impeccable magical skills Mr Wizard, can you perhaps teach me some?" The Mage requested, aiming to drain Eden's powers and life! "Don't worry sir, tonight I'll teach you a better skill I excel at - in Bed!" Eden tugged his collar. 5th Lead: "Can you help me find a partner to the Royal ball" The naive 'Little' prince was the worst at making evil plots. "Don't worry, I'll be your partner to the Royal Ball" But he was Eden's favourite because he was the least threat! ***** Mr Guide: "Hey Eden, I think something is wrong with the Original Story Plot, Thus You're going to be Mysteriously assassinated at the Upcoming event by someone other than the male leads!!" Eden Cried "What?! Someone Please Get me out of this Novel Right now!"

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.

Set in the Mara Continent, the story begins after the Battle of Anison Plains in 1547 of the Cambrian Calendar, which led the continent to adopt the Crimson Moon Calendar. By 300 CM (Crimson Moon), demons had started trading with humans, but their activities were severely restricted. After 330 CM, four travelers from the interdimensional Earth—Jaxson Tang (the leader), Kael Rainer, Gideon Voss, and Lieutenant Lirael Voss—accidentally got involved in the throne succession of Duke Ronan of the West 尔曼 Duchy and the power struggles among continental forces. Relying on modern technological equipment and unique abilities, they strive to survive on the Mara Continent, take on mercenary missions, and confront pursuits and wartime crises. The narrative is interspersed with key elements such as racial conflicts, magical mysteries, and historical enigmas.

In a kingdom bound by oaths, banners, and crowns, Ash Carter chose none. Once a soldier, now an oathless mercenary, Ash is pulled into a desperate attempt to save a dying king — a path few survive.

Xion Aijawa thought his life was finally coming together. That is, until he tried saving a cat stuck in a tree, fell into a pit, and... died In his disoriented sate of "Freshly dead" the silly Xion accepted a strange request and ended up transmigrating into the world full of dungeons and Mana. He became illegitimate child of Marquis family hated by his three siblings. According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Xion only had a month to live. So, taking the cover of the banquet, Xion ran away. Aided by a mysterious Mall System, he makes his way to the distant borderlands, hoping to put his past behind him. But fate has other plans-. Xion ends up saving Darius Rael Darkhelm, the feared Archduke of the North, notorious for his ruthless and deranged nature. The silly Xion tried to run away but... Xion's heart thumped loudly as Darius effortlessly pinned his wrists using only one hand. "I've heard you tried to run away." Darius gently caressed Xion's pale cheek, "That must be a lie... After all, I've given you things even the royal family can't have. Isn't that right, my dear healer?" Xion gulped when Darius's thumb brushed his lower lip as a chilling smirk remained on his handsome face. "I-I think I should leave, Your Grace. I've overstayed my welcome..." The room grew cold, and struggling Xion shivered. Darius's green eyes dimmed before lighting up with a dangerous glint. Xion felt a pit growing in his stomach when he saw the deranged archduke smile. Darius never smiled. And whenever he did, it only meant trouble. "You're right," Darius said calmly. "So, let's get married." Xion "...!!!!" Author's Note- This story is complete with two extra chapters at the end. Check out my other story- Villain's favorite Exorcist. [Unhinged Mafia Heir ML (19yrs) X Innocently Aloof Older Exorcist MC (24yrs)]

Travelling Through time was unfortunate but Falling in love was fortunate. The dreamy man Ivy always wanted~~~

Lin Yue never believed in fate—until she woke up in a 1970s village inside another woman’s body… and watched a man die for loving her. Not metaphorically. Not tragically. Literally. Every man who falls in love with her suffers an accident within thirty days. The deeper the love, the closer the death. In a village where gossip ruins lives and superstition rules hearts, she quickly becomes the “omen bride”—the woman no one dares to court, and no family wants near their sons. Her only safety is Gu Chen, the cold, disciplined soldier who doesn’t believe in love at all. So she clings to him. Not for romance— but survival. A fake marriage rumor becomes her shield. His emotional distance keeps him alive. Until he starts caring. A hand on her wrist. A coat over her shoulders. A quiet “stay behind me.” And the curse begins to notice. As accidents creep closer to him, Lin Yue must do the one thing that hurts most—push away the only man who never feared her. But Gu Chen has already made his choice. Because this time, love isn’t just a feeling. It’s a countdown. And if loving her means dying— he might still choose it.

What if, in an alternate universe, Lord Krishna never existed during the era of the Mahabharata? What if Karna was never found by a charioteer, but was instead taken away by the Sun God, Surya, when Kunti abandoned him? Instead of being called as Sutaputra or Radheya, what is he is called the son of Goddess Sangya? What if Karna’s birth was not an accident but carried a cosmic purpose? In this world, with no Lord Krishna, the enemies whom he slew, like Narakasura and Kamsa, exist... their actions bound to leave deep marks on history. And what happens to the Pandavas with no Lord Krishna to show them the way? Will they be forced to take drastic steps? How would the history turn out? This fanfiction reimagines the epic with Karna at its center, not only as a warrior caught in royal conflicts of the Kuru Dynasty, but as a man searching for the true reason behind his existence. **** Note: This is just a fanfiction. Don't take it too seriously about certain events or actions.

A fairy tale set in ancient fantasy, who would read this fairy tale in this digital era? A gray mist surrounds the dream world, who created it? A girl opens her one eye to wake up and find herself in a place she doesn't know, smells mysterious, scary, statues of priests, and traces of rituals inside this place. Light shines from outside, as if calling her to get out of here and find out the secret behind this fairy tale. Now, the adventure of the "Pawn of Deceiver" has begun from within her.

A photoshoot at Prambanan Temple during the Satu Sura unexpectedly trapped Lestari in a terrifying cycle of samsara. She had been reincarnated 99 times, but each time she died at the hands of a man named Bandung Bandawasa. In each of her lives, Lestari carried the burden of tormenting memories. Each death gradually erased her true identity as Lestari, a 24-year-old modern-day girl who enjoyed reading stories and watching films with ancient Javanese themes, until finally her soul merged completely with the cursed figure, Rara Jonggrang, with her burning revenge. In her 100th life, Lestari, who could now be called Rara Jonggrang, finally vowed to kill Bandung Bandawasa, the main cause of her suffering.

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.

[Rebirth + Abuse of Trash + Sweet Love] In her previous life, Su Li was blind and helped her husband to ascend to a high position. When he became successful, she abandoned him. Her grandfather's family and her father, the Shangshu, who had lived a clear and upright life, were decapitated and beheaded. She herself died with two bodies and could not close her eyes. God has eyes and she was reborn. In this life, she protects her relatives and steps on scumbags and bitches. When the scars faded, her appearance was stunning. Her medical skills were superb and amazing. ... A certain prince who was upright and elegant outside was clinging to the beauty in his arms: "This prince feels uncomfortable all over, and I need Li'er to check it out." Love this translation? Support me on Patreon for early access, exclusive content, and more! Your support keeps the translations coming—subscribe today! Join me on Patreon: Patreon.com/flokixy