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Trapped by an unfair contract, Eva was determined to do whatever it took to end the contract and ensure it ended with her alone, but she never expected to be sent to the enemy as a spy. “Nothing complicated,” they said. “Yeah right.” How was she going to find a man even her so-called ‘boss’ couldn't find? But left no other choice, she set off, following the instructions given to her, searching high and low not knowing the one she sought was right beside her. The man whose presence lit up her day and made butterflies flutter in her stomach even when he didn't mean to. Yes, Eva fell in love. And now? Eva was trapped between dangerous organizations, one has her heart and the other a contract that could ruin everything all over again *** Excerpt: “You hate me now, don't you?” Eva said as she pulled on the jacket, trying to cover as much of herself as possible. Trying to suppress the emotions that threatened to shatter her to pieces. Her eyes darted towards the man who had his back to her. He couldn't even bring himself to look at her. She thought, biting her lip. “I understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore. I promise to disappear from your sight. You'll never see me again…” “Eva…” his voice sliced through the dark room that was barely illuminated by the moonlight, cutting her mid sentence. Her breath hitched at the edginess his tone carried. Eva held her breath when he turned, his broad back slowly shifting until he stood facing her. She almost couldn't look him in the eyes, afraid of what she would see. Those steely grey orbs that always seem to stare into her soul were even more unreadable now. “Come here, Eva,” his tone suddenly changed, losing its sharp edge. “What?” When she took longer processing his words, he took a step towards her while she instinctively took a step back. Seeing that, he stopped and held her gaze. “Come here, Eva,” he repeated, his voice becoming firmer, an order she was compelled to obey. With both hands clutching tightly to the oversized jackets, she took slow and staggering steps towards him. Her heels clicking on the tiled floor with each step and the silence of the room amplifying them. She felt bare under his intense gaze but she couldn't stop her legs from moving towards him. She knew he could be frightening, but this was the first time she had ever faced this side of him. Yet, her legs still moved, obeying his command. “I… I promise… I won't…” “Keep moving, Eva,” he ordered again when her steps slowed down as she started talking. Eva gulped but did as he ordered until she was standing a three foot distance from him. Unable to hold his gaze, she stared down at her feet. The red straps of her heels now an eyesore but she would rather look at them than at his eyes. Or face. “In your eyes, am I that shallow, Eva?” He asked, his tone calm and calculated. Eva snapped her head up as soon as those unexpected words left his lips.

“You incompetent god! I should’ve been the Alpha with big di*k, not some pitiful Omega!” — Cherion’s death was… not heroic. Winning the lottery only to die of a heart attack five minutes later was the definition of cosmic irony. But fate wasn’t done laughing at him yet. He woke up inside a tragic omegaverse novel he once read, right in the body of the pitiful omega doomed to be rejected, humiliated, and die alone. Still, he thought, “Fine. I’ll just avoid the main plot.” Except the main plot avoided him. But the script suddenly changed! Instead of being cast aside, Cherion was married off to Zarius, the empire’s greatest war hero… and the man destined to become the villain everyone feared. A cursed Alpha, praised as a savior but fated to die by the Crown Prince’s hand. Married to the future villain? Doomed. Married to a cursed Alpha? Double doomed. No, no doomed at all! He had a plan. A brilliant, flawless, absolutely desperate plan… but still a plan! “I said I’ll help you break your curse. In exchange, you let me go. Do we have a deal or not? Or are you too insecure to trust an Omega?” “Careful, little Omega. That sharp tongue of yours is daring me to test how it tastes.”

“Your pussy is weeping for me, Amara... It’s making a mess of my rug. Be a good girl and let me lick you clean before I stretch you open.” “I… I didn’t mean to... aakkkhhh..." Darien’s hand snakes under her skirt, his fingers finding her center, already soaked and swollen for him. He circles the sensitive heat of her clit with a cruel, possessive smirk tugging at his lips as she whimpers. “You don’t call me 'Sir' when you’re this wet for me. Say my name.” His free hand lunged for her, his large palm engulfing her breast through her blouse. He squeezed it with a brutal, possessive strength, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and rolling it with agonizing pressure until she was sobbing his name. "God, yes... I'm a mess because of you, Darien!" she gasped, arching her back until her breasts pressed against his suit. “I’m so fucking wet I’m soaking your hand. Now stop teasing me and give me what this bond is screaming for.” He leans in, his golden eyes glowing with a beast's hunger, his voice dropping to a vibration against her ear. “See? Your walls are twitching for me, aren't they? They’re hungry for my cock.” He pulls his hand back, his fingers dripping with her sweet juices. His gaze never leaves hers as he brings them to his mouth, his tongue swiping across his skin with a slow, agonizingly sensual lick. “Sweet,” he growls, tasting her surrender. “And I’m going to devour every last drop of you.” *** Amara Hayes thought she was just another cleaning lady at Ispire Inc., until one awkward, clumsy night completely flipped her life upside down. It was supposed to be just another boring shift. Clean the office. Mop the floors. Avoid the insanely hot, terrifyingly gorgeous boss. Instead, she tripped, fell… and accidentally kissed him. She figured she’d be getting a termination letter, not a pair of horns, scales, and wings?! Her “strict but ridiculously hot” boss, Darien Dravik? Turns out he’s not just some kind of billionaire. He’s a beastmen from dragon race, and apparently, she’s his mate. Now, Amara’s stuck in a bond with a guy who growls when other men look at her and calls her “mine” like it’s his favorite hobby. Darien might be one of the most powerful and wanted men in the city, but under that expensive suit, there’s a dragon who’s totally lost control around her. And if she tries to walk away? Well… it could cost her a lot more than just her job. It could cost her life. In a world where peace between humans and beastmen is a fragile illusion, their bond could set everything on fire. But Darien? He swears he’ll protect her, even if it means burning the whole world down.

“You thought death finished me. But death only taught me how to strike.” Born into House Vernhardt, a family of elemental prodigies, Verona Vernhardt was the only one without power. Her father disowned her, her siblings tormented her, and she lived all her life believing she was worthless. When her sister died, Verona was sent to marry Duke Elric Aldenar, the beast-blooded noble everyone feared. Their marriage was nothing but silence and duty for her. She thought he despised her until rebellion tore their world apart and she realized too late that Elric had loved her all along. When she was framed for treason and executed by her own family, she thought her story had ended. But death was not the end because when she opened her eyes again, she found herself a year before it all began and this time, reborn with the powers of all elements. This time, Verona will save those who deserve it, destroy those who betrayed her, and destroy the chains of blood and prejudice. Because the forgotten heiress has returned and she’s striking back.

He is the former captain of the basketball team. She is a top model whose face adorns billboards across Seoul. Their worlds were never meant to collide. Choi Suho is used to winning. But after a severe knee injury, his career crumbled in an instant. Now he's just a student going through rehabilitation, unsure what to do with the emptiness inside. Yoon Jia is used to people seeing only her cover. Cold beauty, flawless photos, crowds of fans. But behind the scenes — debt, a sick younger sister, and the loneliness she's long since grown accustomed to. Their first meeting was chance. Their second — inevitable. Former athlete × top model. A girl who doesn't look for easy paths. And a guy learning to live again.

" you can never be my mate" Vivian William thought she was finally about to feel safe. She walked into the Pack Affairs Office believing she was securing a future only to be destroyed by a single phone call. The man she trusted didn’t hesitate. He laughed as he told her the truth. She was never meant to be his mate. Never chosen. Just a convenient name on paper until the woman he truly wanted arrived. Abandoned. Humiliated. Watched by a pack that thrived on her shame. And with her mother’s life depending on medical coverage she no longer had, Vivian was left with no room to fall apart. That was when a stranger appeared. Finnick Norton was calm in a way that felt dangerous. Sharp-eyed. Controlled. Sitting in a wheelchair, yet carrying a presence that made the room bend around him. He didn’t offer comfort. He didn’t offer lies. He offered marriage. A bond without promises. Without romance. A clean agreement between two people who needed something badly enough to risk everything. Vivian said yes, believing she had nothing left to lose. She didn’t know she had just married the most powerful man in Sunshine City. Finnick Norton isn’t just a stranger. He’s the unseen Alpha behind Finnor Group the empire that rose in silence and now stands above the city’s strongest families. A man who controls without raising his voice. A man who never moves without purpose. At work, Vivian is forced to interview the city’s most mysterious and desired bachelor only to come face to face with her husband hours after marrying him… a man who looks at her like she’s a stranger. But Finnick is always watching. What begins as survival turns into tension. Into restraint. Into something neither of them planned for. Because Vivian was never meant to be temporary. And Finnick Norton never makes a bond he doesn’t intend to keep.

Yumi has a messy life and her boyfriend just got into an accident after breaking up with her and her mother had revealed a secret she had been keeping. Now her thoughts keep distracting her...... want to find out what the secret is then start reading.

One night changed everything. Desperate to pay for her mother’s treatment, Lina agrees to work at a luxury event. There, she meets Adrian Vale, the most powerful CEO in the city. One night. And the next morning, he disappears. Months later, Lina discovers that she is pregnant. Now, the man who left her behind has returned. And this time, Adrian Vale doesn’t intend to let her go.

In the original story, Xiao Yan started as trash. In this life, he starts as a God. After transmigrating, Xiao Yan discovers a monumental change in history: His ancestor, Xiao Xuan, didn't die. He became a Dou Emperor! Overnight, the declining Xiao Clan is the most terrifying force on the continent. The Three-Year Agreement? Nalan Yanran doesn't come to arrogantly annul the engagement; she comes kneeling, praying he doesn't reject her. The Hall of Souls? They aren't hunters; they are prey. The Gu Clan? Patriarch Gu Yuan practically pushes Xun'er into his arms to secure an alliance. With a Saint grandfather and an Emperor ancestor watching his back, Xiao Yan realizes one thing: "Cultivation is hard, but being the most spoiled grandson on the continent is much more fun." Nalan Yanran: "Thirty years east, thirty years west... please don't bully me for being poor, Young Master Xiao!" Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/LightKira10

In a world where light and darkness were never meant to meet, two completely different souls cross paths. A mysterious boy who lives in the shadows carries a past filled with pain, secrets, and darkness. Meanwhile, a bright and kind girl spreads warmth and hope wherever she goes, like a ray of light in a cold world. When fate brings them together, their lives begin to change in ways neither of them expected. As the girl tries to understand the darkness inside him, the boy slowly discovers a light he thought he could never have. But their bond challenges the balance between light and darkness. Will her light save him from the shadows, or will his darkness consume the light she carries? This is a story about love, healing, and the thin line between darkness and light.

Amara Gabrielle was a mother for only two weeks before her world shattered. Dragged from her bed while her postpartum wounds still throbbed, she was accused of a murder she didn’t commit. ​"I’ll wait for you. I’ll raise Vero. Just stay quiet and trust me," whispered Richard, her husband, the man she loved more than life itself. ​Bound by blind trust, Amara spent 7 agonizing years behind bars, sleeping on cold mats and clutching the only photo of her son until it was worn thin. She survived on the promise of a "faithful" husband. ​But the day she was released, the dream turned into a nightmare. ​Richard didn't pick her up. He was living a life of luxury built on the ashes of her company. Worst of all, her son, Vero, looked at her with eyes full of hatred. "Who are you? I don't have a mother like you!" ​Betrayed, shunned, and left with nothing, the soft Amara died in that prison cell. In her place, a cold, ruthless woman emerged. ​"You want forgiveness, Richard? I'll give it to you ... but only after I've watched you crawl in the dirt and lose everything I once built for you." ​The hunt begins. And this time, Amara won't be the one behind bars.

Garima wrote the story. Survival is what matters most to her now. A bookish nerd from today's Mumbai loves spicy snacks, stories, and staying awake past midnight. Suddenly, her eyes open in a place born from her own imagination. A world where kingdoms rise and fall. Where Devil Lords will one day plunge the continent into chaos. And where everyone believes she is the Saintess chosen by the Goddess. Home has just a single path leading back to it. Garima leads fighters across a century of fights, one clash after another shaping the fate of everything. Easy... right? Truth stays clear only to Garima She wrote this world. Who stands beside them now might turn away later. What fights are headed for collapse. Armed with nothing but chaotic confidence, terrible singing, random Hindi slang that people mistake for "divine language," and the terrifying knowledge of the future, Garima begins rewriting fate itself. A loose rhythm carries her forward, voice cracking on syllables meant for gods, words slurring into decisions that bend time without warning. It's improvisation under pressure. Lines blur between guesses and truth when she speaks. The timeline stumbles, then follows her lead. Not because it should. Because there's no one else loud enough to try. Yet rewriting the tale demands something in return. If Garima slips A lie born from good intent could unravel everything she fights to protect. One hundred battles. One promise. A saintess steps off the page, her voice unscripted. She moves without permission, lines forgotten. Her silence speaks louder than vows ever could. Pages flutter to the floor, untouched by doctrine. What remains is motion, quiet and unplanned.

Whoever said that the winds blow contrary to what the ships desire, the winds blow exactly as my ships desire.

This story is all about a guy who is having an identity crisis because of his template. And he's in marvel, so...have fun reading. ... Author's Note: This is my own version of marvel, like an au. I've never read any comics, but I do love the marvel movies. As for any marvel series, I only watched Loki, and Moon Knight. Yep, big fan of those two. English isn't my first language, and about the Political Science Student stuff, that's a fact. So, I'm like really busy, the grading system in my country is like...well. But anyways, I write in my free time. Question is, do I have a whole ass chunk of chapters at my disposal? Nope. Am I going to keep writing? Maybe. This is sort of me practicing on how to focus on one thing. I have problems with like, focusing on stuff. I want it done, but my mind just wanders off. So expect that once you read this, it might take even a year for me just to update this.

this work represents the daily hectic and pleasures in the life of a delivery boy. and his mental strength and his pride is on the edge with day to day crazy customers being seen

In the name of Finality, I am the Will of Honkai! Starting from Academy City, the expansion of Honkai begins. I, Selene, will eventually rule all worlds!

Elise: I'm a kind person. I can’t stand seeing you suffer. Let me save you! This is the story of a fake saintess pretending to be a saintess. In this book, you’ll see the following scenarios: – The Saintess constantly mimicking abilities from the anime world. – The Saintess accidentally becoming someone’s white moonlight. – The Saintess unknowingly breaking others' emotional defenses. As she journeys through various worlds, will the saintess image still hold up?

Transmigrating to the eve of the Previous Era, she begins saving the Flame-Chasers starting from the Third Eruption. Drugging Kevin through instant noodles, scamming Su into cultivating immortality, letting Pure Evil pet Pardo, teaching Hua how to use Ki, changing Aponia’s fate, helping Griseo learn Kalpas’ foul mouth, turning Kalpas into a Kamen Rider, designing Kevin Killer weaponry for Mei... By the time the Flame-Chasers realize something is wrong, Vill-V has already completed all her achievements and slipped away: Goodbye, I’m Vill-V. The Honkai is so annoying. (ᗜ˰ᗜ) This planet isn’t somewhere I can stay for even one more second. Hyperion, ahead—Warp Four!

As the title says, it’s Kurumi Tokisaki’s journey across the multiverse.