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the neon-lit streets of Lumina City, humanity is a commodity, and freedom is an illusion. Rin is a teenage hacker with cybernetic implants, living in the shadows of a city ruled by Omnisys Corporation—a megacorp that controls AI, data, and the minds of the elite. Rumors of consciousness uploads circulate like urban legends, but Rin is about to discover the terrifying truth: Omnisys isn’t just building machines—it’s harvesting human minds. When Rin infiltrates the megacorp’s high-security servers, she uncovers a hidden project capable of erasing humanity itself. With the data drive containing proof of these crimes, she becomes a target—not just for Omnisys’ relentless AI patrols, but for the city’s cybernetic enforcers. Among her hunters is Kai, a detective cyborg whose allegiance is as complex as his human-machine mind. As the chase intensifies across neon-drenched rooftops, through rain-soaked alleys, and deep into the undercity tunnels, Rin realizes she must navigate a world where trust is scarce, danger lurks in every shadow, and the line between human and machine is terrifyingly blurred. In a society obsessed with immortality and control, Rin must fight to reveal the truth, before the city’s heart—and humanity itself—is permanently overwritten. Neon Veil is a gripping cyberpunk thriller full of high-stakes hacking, rogue AI, pulse-pounding action, and a morally complex world where the future of humanity hangs by a thread.

Ekaterina's past life was marked by betrayal and heartbreak. She built a business empire, but it was taken away when her sister cried. Seeking revenge, both she and her sister perished. Reborn, Ekaterina joined her mother's remarried family, the Marchettis. Her sister refused to return, so Ekaterina declared, “If you won’t go, I will.” Ekaterina's sister warned her about the Marchetti brothers, painting them as ruthless and cold-blooded. The eldest, the Devil Yama, was a mafia king with a reputation for being merciless. The second eldest, a ruthless lawyer, was known as the Judgement Lawyer. The Marchetti brothers were a force to be reckoned with, each with their own unique skills and nicknames. The third son was the "Angel of Death," a miracle surgeon. The fourth son was the "Devil's Advocate," a charming actor. The fifth brother was the "Mad Professor," a ruthless professor with a dual PhD. The sixth brother was the "Boxing King," a famous boxer. The seventh brother was the "Dark Horse," a genius hacker and investor. The eighth brother was the "Speed Demon," a young racing prodigy. Rumors spread a new member of the Marchetti Family was selfish and just a country bumpkin raised in the mountains by her thirteen masters. She’s terrible at school. Hates studying. Cares little about elite society. The entire upper-class circle laughs, calling her useless. She only likes drinking fine liquor, sleeping, and eating. People wait eagerly for the drama. But then - She starts reading fortunes. Reading faces. Reading feng shui. Suddenly, she becomes the idol of entertainment stars, an external consultant for criminal investigations, and an honored guest among the wealthiest in the city. As Ekaterina navigated her new life, she became the most spoiled and pampered heiress in the Marchettis Family. Her brothers, once ruthless and cold-blooded, were now fiercely protective of her. The eldest son, the Devil Yama, was particularly drawn to her, and their relationship became a central focus of the family. Ekaterina's secrets were boundless, and her connections were endless. She had disciples who were geniuses in their own right, and she was the president of an ...an underground organization that rivaled the Marchettis Family's power. Her life was a complex web of relationships, secrets, and power struggles, all while navigating her role as a member of the Marchettis Family. As Ekaterina's reputation grew, so did the attention she received from the public and the media. She became a household name, and her live streams were watched by millions. Her honesty system and ability to expose the truth made her a hero to some and a thorn in the side of others. The Marchetti brothers, once content to keep a low profile, found themselves thrust into the spotlight alongside Ekaterina. The eldest son, the Devil Yama, was particularly affected, as his reputation as a ruthless mafia king was put to the test by Ekaterina's antics. Despite the chaos she created, Ekaterina remained determined to protect her mother and the Marchettis Family. She used her powers to help those in need, while also furthering her own interests and those of her family. As the years passed, Ekaterina's legend grew, and she became a force to be reckoned with in her own right. Her name was whispered in awe and fear by those who knew of her abilities and her connections. And yet, despite it all, Ekaterina remained humble and true to herself. She knew that her powers and her position were not just a gift, but also a curse. She walked a fine line between light and darkness, always mindful of the consequences of her actions. The Marchettis Family, once a symbol of power and ruthlessness, was now a complex tapestry of relationships and alliances, with Ekaterina at its center. Her story was one of love, power, and redemption, as she navigated the treacherous waters of her new life.

In a world ruled by secrets and hidden power, a mysterious incident changes everything. When a helpless child is thrown into the river, fate begins to weave a dangerous story filled with betrayal, survival, and revenge. As unknown forces rise from the shadows, one journey will uncover the truth behind the “Mysterious Empire.” Will destiny create a hero… or a legend lost in darkness?

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.

Being a book lover, Luna has always wished that if there was a next life, she would be transmigrated to one of the genres she loves to read about. It was just a wish though, but who would have thought it would happen so soon?! Reverse Harem - Check! Super handsome and hot men - Check! Being rich and pretty - Check! But are there really no take backs for a seemingly perfect life?

Yoshimura Senkai, just as her name was Reze she really was like a Rain. she teach me patience, resileance, introduced me to—my first reckless parties, my first taste of freedom, my first real understanding of love, desire, and loss. Amano Reze, He save me, saved me from becoming someone I never thought I will be, broken, emotionally unstable. He'd teach me actual love, care, made me into Girl i used to be. Turn me back from what i had became around that time, Looking back at it now I miss those days, ...only things that are left is regrets. ——— Amano Reze, a quiet, playfull yet emotionally guarded, haunted by a past she refuses to confront. Her carefully constructed world fractures when Yoshimura Senkai enters her life—Quiet, enigmatic, and unsettlingly perceptive, observant. Senkai’s interest in Reze is neither gentle nor accidental; it is rooted in the secrets that bind them more tightly than either is willing to admit. He fixed her, from the broken glass he made the art out of it. he make her emotionally stable, and yet decent again. But, Complicating everything is Lemon Kannawa, Reze’s ex-lover, whose unresolved feelings and possessiveness resurface as a old wounds reopen. Lemon’s presence turns the college into a battlefield of manipulation, jealousy, and half-buried truths, forcing Reze to relive a relationship that once consumed her identity. As desire blurs into obsession, the three are drawn into a dangerous emotional triangle where love is weaponized and vulnerability becomes a liability. Loyalties fracture, past betrayals resurface, and the line between affection and control erodes. What begins as a college romance spirals into a psychological game where every character must decide how much of themselves they are willing to lose for love—and whether escape is still possible once the past demands its due.

"You are mine, Ivy, you are my one and only mate." Thalen's golden eyes shook as he claimed me. Ivy Cross dropped into a new world full of beastpeople and has a mission. Save the world. ---- Dead in her own world but given a chance in another, Ivy, the up-and-coming siren of modern earth, was now stuck in history. In a world where basic science was nonexistent, Ivy and her trusty system were here to make changes. An epidemic and enemies brewing in the shadows. There was only one thing she needed to do. Save the world! [Please understand this story will have R18 & Reverse harem]

Willow wakes in a hospital bed injured, medicated, and alone. She is informed that her life, as she understood it, ended weeks earlier. Her fiancé is there. Calm. Controlled. He explains that they broke up before the accident and that the separation was mutual. He says he remained by her side only out of decency. He is already involved with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and speaks as though this version of events has always been established fact. No one in the room challenges him. The doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion and trauma. Nurses lower their voices and repeat the same explanation with careful reassurance until it becomes official, documented, and final. Each repetition strips away her certainty, replacing memory with doubt. When Willow looks to the one person who could contradict him, she finds no relief. Her fiancé’s closest friend, a man who has never hidden his dislike for her, says nothing. He offers a brief nod that confirms the narrative without words. With that single gesture, the past is closed. Every detail they present contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks have been erased. Conversations have been rewritten. A relationship has been reassigned without her consent. If she resists, she will be labeled unstable, emotional, and unreliable. She will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. So Willow stays silent. Within that silence, something colder begins to take shape. She begins to question why her fiancé needed the past rewritten at a moment when she cannot safely object. She begins to wonder why his closest friend chose this precise moment to agree. She begins to realize that decisions were made about her while she lay unconscious and defenseless. The Quietest Knife is a dark psychological romance centered on gaslighting, betrayal, and power disguised as care. It follows a slow, deliberate descent into manipulation, control, and revenge, where harm is inflicted quietly and authority wears the mask of concern. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance.

Arko Mallick lived his life by the book—calculative, cold, and meticulously isolated. But his predictable world shatters the moment Rini storms into his quiet library corner. With a vintage camera slung over her shoulder and a bunch of blue clitorias in hand, she felt like a breath of fresh air. Or so he thought. Beyond the lens of Rini’s camera, every candid moment of Arko’s life was being captured as part of a much darker design. How did this mysterious girl possess a diary Arko had lost years ago? And why does the shattered mirror in a desolate cafe bleed out a shadow that looks exactly like him? In this haunting blend of magical realism and psychological suspense, love demands a terrifying sacrifice. As a sinister doppelgänger emerges from the shards of a broken reflection, Arko finds his very existence fading into a ghostly blur. Now, he is no longer the observer; he is the prey. Can Rini save the man she loves from becoming a hollow echo behind the glass? Or will one split-second mistake in that fractured mirror rewrite their fates forever? Step into a world where guilt takes form, and the line between reality and illusion dissolves into the intoxicating scent of blue clitorias."

Some loves are gentle. Theirs was born bleeding. The night she met him, her soul recognized what her mind refused to remember. His eyes didn’t look at her like a stranger — they looked at her like a survivor. Of her. Of them. Of a love that had once burned so fiercely it ended in death. He says she loved him before. He says she betrayed him. He says she killed him. And the worst part? Her heart believes him. Bound by matching scars neither of them can explain, they are pulled into a connection that feels less like fate and more like a curse. Every moment they spend together tightens an invisible thread around their souls — one woven with desire, fear, memories, and a past soaked in blood. But love this intense is never simple. Someone is watching. Someone who knows their ending. Someone waiting for history to repeat. The closer they come to becoming one, the more the world seems determined to tear them apart. Truth hides behind lies. Trust hides behind betrayal. And every answer they uncover only proves one terrifying thing: Their love is not meant to save them. It is meant to destroy them. Yet even knowing this… They can’t stay away. Because some souls are not destined to live happily ever after. Some souls are destined to burn together — forever… even if forever means never truly being together at all.

Three years ago, a man with no past arrived in Hado-gae. Seo Ji-won speaks little of himself, but his hands speak volumes. They prepare meals that taste like memories, they steady fishing boats in rough tides, and they have never once reached for anyone since he arrived. The villagers don't ask questions. They simply adore him, feed him, and let him be. Today, a woman with a broken future returns. Choi Ha-neul fled this coastal village fifteen years ago, chasing city dreams. Now those dreams have collapsed, and she's back—broke, embarrassed, and determined to rebuild. She opens a convenience store next to a quiet restaurant run by a man who makes her heart race and her curiosity burn. Their shops sit side by side. Their pasts sit like walls between them. He watches her struggle with modern failures while carrying ancient secrets. She watches him move through life like a man who has already lived several. Neither asks. Neither tells. But in a village where everyone knows everyone, two mysteries sharing a wall might be the most interesting thing that's ever happened to Hado-gae. And the sea? The sea remembers everything. It just doesn't tell.

Erika , a young princess who embark on adventurous trip , who has destined to be the Empress of the sea

Why is it, that no matter how many world shattering heroes rise and fall, no matter how many times a realm is said to be depleted of resources, a hero rises again - burning all the resources they find as they go? Another inheritance is always found, another spirit herb, magical artefact... and no one asks why they never seem to run out... ...what keeps creating all these fortunate encounters? Why? And what happens if it stops? --- Warning, this book is a slow burner - rather than a fast paced DBZ style novel --- AUTHORS UPDATE: --- First 30 (one-sixth of) existing chapters have now been edited and reuploaded. Very little has been changed plot or event wise. It's been grammar, clarity, pacing/smoothness, period accuracy, and detail/sense layering. --- Apologies to my Readers My life has gone completely insane since 2019. I am prepared to start again, but I'm going to be slowly posting revised and clean chapters first, taking down old chapters as the new edits completely replace them. Unfortunately, Webnovel doesn't alert to updates to old content. I'm managing a couple of chapters a week worth of editing. By the way, if anyone thinks AI can do the work of writing for you, I say that it's an invaluable editing tool and soundingboard - but I find it still takes three to four hours of rewriting and discussing with the AI to update each chapter to a state I'm happy with. The payoff is that the AI keeping track of the novel events, characters, plots and threads as I go; trying to keep all that straight and losing focus is a big part of what blocked me last time, so hopefully, once I get to new content things will flow smoothly. --- This work was written and revised by the author with the assistance of a trained AI editor. All final choices, worldbuilding, and character voices were shaped by the author’s intent and hand.

The story of a giantess knight. Powerful, beautiful beyond measure. Monsters get trampled beneath her boot. Men jizz in their pants at the sight of her. Her lady kisses her feet. She slays monsters and do workouts. It makes her big and muscular. And it makes her feet sweaty. (updates every mon, wed and sat)

Just when Kyva believed her life could not sink any lower, she is auctioned off in a brothel as a sex slave. Refusing to surrender the only dignity she had left, she escapes. Wounded, hunted, and with absolutely nowhere to go, Kyva flees into the wilderness to escape from her captors. There, she stumbles upon an injured white fox caught in a hunter's snare. Despite her own desperate situation, she could not bring herself to ignore the creature's suffering. So she frees it, and against all reason, takes it with her. But after nursing the fox back to health, Kyva expects it to return to the wild where it belongs. But it doesn't. Instead, it continues to follow her. “Little fox,” she tells it one evening, exhaustion heavy in her voice as she prepares to move again. “I don't have food. I don't even have a place to sleep. I'm being hunted by slave traders. We should go our separate ways.” —-- Minutes later, Kyva wakes up after collapsing from exhaustion. To her surprise, she finds fresh fruits, good clothes and clean water laid carefully beside her. The white fox sits nearby, watching her with unsettling intelligence. 'Obviously, you need me more than I need you,' the fox thinks coldly, tail swishing in mild disdain. 'If not for the inconvenience of you being my mate, I would have left you to starve in the wild.' While Kyva believes she rescued a helpless creature, she may have unknowingly bound herself to something far more dangerous. As she journeys deeper into an unfamiliar land inhabited by beast men and women, Kyva begins to carve out a fragile new life for herself. The more she learns about this strange world, the more her mysterious fox companion refuses to leave her side, and seems determined to drive away anyone who gets too close.

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.

After her execution as the Empire's "Cruel Rose," overworked banker Sarah awakens one year pre-death—with a Gacha System and a hunger for payback. Her old life? A rotten portfolio sunk on a prince who despised her. Now as Seraphina Rosewood, she flips the script: summoning SSS-rank legends via blood rituals to forge an unstoppable monopoly. A Cursed Paladin tanks the hits. A Shadow Archmage pulls strings from the dark. A Corrupted Priest twists faith. A gender-flipped Beast-Vampire Queen unleashes primal fury. And a Fallen Hero? Pure redemption arbitrage. As holy weapons and divine assassins close in, Seraphina plays the battlefield like a trading floor—rigging optics, weaponizing pawns, and shorting the Emperor's soul itself. Love's a bad bet; a loyal harem of monstrous elites? Infinite returns as the Empress of Eternal Night.

In a quiet coastal town where nothing extraordinary ever seems to happen, seventeen-year-old Elara Wynn hides an impossible secret — she can see the futures people were meant to have… but lost. Every regret, every abandoned dream, every choice that changed a life leaves behind a fragile echo — a “forgotten tomorrow.” And somehow, Elara has been collecting them since she was a child. When a grieving boy arrives in town carrying a future so broken it threatens to unravel reality itself, Elara discovers that forgotten tomorrows aren’t just memories — they are pieces of possibility, waiting for someone brave enough to restore them. But rewriting fate comes at a cost. As the boundary between what is and what could have been begins to fracture, Elara must decide: Is she meant to protect the world’s forgotten dreams — or sacrifice her own future to save them? In a story about regret, hope, and the fragile beauty of second chances, The Girl Who Collected Forgotten Tomorrows explores the haunting question: What if the life you lost was still waiting for you?

Ethan Cole had never been late for anything in his life. Yet here he was, jogging down the sleek white hallway of Hart Global, tie crooked, breath uneven, rehearsing his answers for the secretary interview he had been preparing for months. The moment he saw the restroom sign, he acted on instinct, pushing the door open without a second thought. The moment he stepped inside, his stomach dropped. She was there. Olivia Hart. CEO. Legendary, untouchable, ice-cold, untamed. Her black heels clicked softly against the marble floor, her skirt clinging to curves that were impossible not to notice. Her blouse, slightly damp at the collar from the sink, revealed just a hint of delicate skin—enough to steal his breath but not so much to embarrass her. She had her back to him at first, adjusting her hair in the mirror, unaware of his intrusion. And then she turned. The air around him seemed to compress. She didn’t scream. She didn’t shout. She simply arched an eyebrow, her piercing dark eyes locking onto his. “You’re in the wrong restroom,” she said, her voice calm, cold, commanding. “I—I’m sorry,” Ethan stammered, trying to step back. “I didn’t—” “Close the door,” she interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. He hesitated. “I—okay.” The click of the lock echoed. Silence fell. The tension was almost tangible, thick like velvet wrapping around them. She crossed the room slowly, her gaze fixed on him as if assessing every detail, every line of his body, every pulse that betrayed his nervousness. “You’re here for the secretary position,” she said, voice smooth, deliberate. “Yes,” he managed to whisper, his heart hammering. Her gaze lingered, dangerous and deliberate. “You walk into a women’s restroom before an interview. How do you fix mistakes, Mr…?” “Ethan.” “Mr. Cole,” she said slowly, her lips curving into the faintest smirk. “Do you take responsibility for your mistakes?” He didn’t answer verbally. He stepped closer. His hands rose to her waist, firm, controlled, dominant—but not forceful. He gave her a chance to stop him. She didn’t. The kiss that followed was not gentle. Not experimental. It was electric. Hungry. Precise. Her hands tangled in his hair. His hands pressed against her lower back, pulling her flush against him. Her back met the cold marble counter, heels slipping slightly as he lifted her effortlessly. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” she whispered, breathless. “You already did,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers again. And then it was over. She stepped back, perfectly composed, slipping her blouse back into place as if nothing had happened. Her eyes, sharp as knives, fixed him with that trademark CEO glare. “You’re not getting the job,” she said, voice ice-cold. “No?” “Leave,” she instructed, turning on her heel and walking past him. Ethan stood there, adjusting his tie, heart racing—not with regret—but with longing. Unbeknownst to him, the woman he had just shared something reckless, intimate, and unforgettable with was Olivia Hart. CEO. Power. Ice. And soon… his fate.