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Originally, I was just a "Cloud Hammer" (Warhammer 40K) player in 2025. After criticizing the Emperor's depiction in a cosplay video and giving a thumbs-up to a "gender-swapped Emperor" instead, my phone flashed—and I found myself transported to another world. Where am I? —I transmigrated into a high-quality replica of the Emperor of Mankind. —Specifically, I was stuffed into the mind of a dying mortal girl, a vessel so fragile she would overheat and break down at the drop of a hat. From then on, this little girl became the Empire's "Golden Miracle." I became the high-dimensional "Grandpa" voice in her head. Battlefield collapsing? With a single command of "Enough," my Golden Light swept through the Garden of Nurgle. A Grey Knight wants to kneel and sacrifice himself? "Step down, son of the Titans." Guilliman arrived, utterly shocked: "Father... is it truly you?" I immediately adopted a lighthearted, comforting tone: "My Thirteenth Son, you did a great job." The little girl was timid; yet the moment she emitted golden light, the battle commanders immediately knelt. Every time I log on, the Empire rejoices. Every time I log off, the Empire goes on high alert. Every time I return, the heretics tremble.

[Warning: MATURED CONTENT 18+] Celeste Vechi has spent ten years living for one thing—revenge. After the Cosa Nostra slaughtered her family before her eyes, she infiltrates the powerful Giordano Mafia family under a false identity, determined to destroy them from the inside. But revenge becomes dangerous when she finds herself drawn to the one man she should hate the most—her husband’s psychotic brother. Dangerous. Unhinged. Ruthless. The man she should fear the most is the one who sees through every lie she tells. And the more she tries to avoid him… the more dangerous their attraction becomes. Because in the mafia world, betrayal is paid for in blood. And falling for the wrong man might cost her everything. Excerpts; “We can’t be doing this,” I warn, my breathing coming off more shallow than I’d like. My nerves spike, high on adrenaline, my half-lidded eyes darting around the darkened hallway in alert. “I’m your brother’s wife.” The claws of guilt have never gripped this tight. His silence is ominous. I fear it. His huge frame casts shadows over me, sinful lips leaving goosebumps behind with every trail on my skin. “That can be solved with just one bullet,” he croons, an icy threat lacing his words. Terror seizes my chest; my stomach drops with a sickening plop. Fear grips me as it clicks—he’s not bluffing. He’s capable of doing worse.

Jayden Cross lies about his age for one reckless night with a devastatingly controlled older man. It was supposed to be anonymous. No names. No strings. No consequences. The next morning, that man walks into his lecture hall “Good morning. I’m Professor Roman Ashford.” Now the one-night stand is grading his papers. Roman is divorced, respected, and obsessed with control. Jayden is reckless, shameless, and very hard to ignore. They should stay away from each other. They don’t. Jealous classmates start whispering. An anonymous complaint hits the Dean’s office. Rumors spread across campus. Roman has everything to lose. Jayden has nothing to protect except the one man who refuses to stop looking at him. “You don’t have to call me Sir.” Jayden smiles. “That’s not the problem.”

In a world governed by secrecy and silent executions, three elite operatives known only as (Vex, Specter, and Blitz) serve under the covert organization Red Veil. Bound by loyalty and an unbreakable friendship, they are trained to eliminate targets without hesitation, leaving no trace behind. When a high-priority mission is issued to eliminate a mysterious target codenamed Phantom, the operation takes an unexpected turn. Phantom is not just an enemy but a ghost from their past, once believed to be dead and erased from existence. As hidden truths begin to surface, the line between duty and loyalty begins to fracture. What was meant to be a simple elimination soon reveals itself as a carefully orchestrated trap, one that places Red Veil themselves as the true targets. Betrayal from within the organization forces the trio to confront not only a deadly enemy, but also the secrets they were never meant to uncover. As bullets are fired and trust begins to crumble, one question remains: In a world of shadows, who is truly the hunter… and who is the prey?

Ten years ago, the legendary Lin family was slaughtered under a decree of treason, leaving only a young girl, Lin Xia, to vanish into the snowy northern wilderness. Today, she returns not as a noblewoman, but as a nameless tea maid with a hidden dagger and a thirst for justice. Her target: the Imperial Court. Her obstacle: Prince Xuan Jue, the enigmatic “Ice Prince,” cold, calculating, and haunted by the memory of a girl who saved his life in the snow a decade ago, the very girl he now unknowingly protects. Amid poisoned teas, secret ledgers, and deadly court conspiracies, Lin Xia and Xuan Jue are drawn into a blood-bound debt, the Vermilion Debt, that will demand either ultimate sacrifice or total destruction. Bound by betrayal, vengeance, and an undeniable connection, they must navigate shadows and lies to survive… and to love.

Eva's Pov— "Eyan…" my voice trembled, the words barely escaping my lips. "Are you… Kyel?" He smiled faintly, the warmth I once knew gone from his eyes. "Looks like you found out," he said, his tone light, almost mocking. "Finally. Now I don't have to play this tedious game anymore." My heart thudded painfully. "What are you saying?" He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "That's right," he whispered, his voice low and sharp. "I am Kyel..." The word cut through me like a blade. My breath hitched. "No… no, you're lying. You're not my Kyel....you are not my husband." He leaned closer, his eyes cruel. "Then how do I know about the mole just below your right shoulder blade? The one only your husband would ever see?" I froze. He was telling the truth. My lips trembled. "Why… why did you lie to me, Eyan?" "Your Majesty," he snapped suddenly. I blinked. "W-what?" "You are not allowed to call me by name," he said coldly. "Call me what I am. Your Majesty." Tears burned my eyes. "Kyel… please, tell me why. If there's a reason—" "No," he interrupted. "There was no reason." My heart twisted painfully. "What?" "I lied because I wanted to," he said flatly. "I had no reason. And I owe you no explanation." I stared at him in disbelief. "But I'm your wife—" He laughed bitterly. "No. You're not my wife. You're just a woman I shared my bed with." My tears finally fell. "You said you loved me…" His voice turned to ice. "It was all a lie. I—Eyan Lucien Therald—never loved you. Not once." The world spun around me. He turned away, pulled open a drawer, and thrust a parchment toward me. "Sign this." My fingers shook as I took it. "What… is this?" "Divorce papers," he said coldly. "I've already signed. All that's left is your signature." "Divorce…" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Once you sign, we're done," he said. "You'll leave Velmoria and never return." Tears blurred my vision. "What about… our child that I'm carrying?" I stepped closer, my voice shaking. "Don't tell me you don't care about our child, too." He turned. "No. I don't." My heart stopped. "You… don't care?" "You were the one who wanted a child. I never did. But I gave you one. Isn't that enough?" I shook my head, sobbing. "Please, stop… please." "Now sign the papers," he said coldly. "Take the child with you and get out of Velmoria. Never show me that face again." "No. I won't." His voice thundered through the room. "Guards!" The door burst open. "Yes, Your Majesty?" "Take her out of this room," he ordered without looking at me. "Throw her out of the palace—and make sure she never steps foot inside again." I screamed, struggling against the guards' grip. "Eyan! Please—listen to me! Don't do this!" But he didn't turn around. Not once. As the doors slammed shut behind me, I looked at him one last time— and the love I always saw in his eyes… was no longer there. --------------------------------------------------------

[ MATURE CONTENT] ( Emotional and high stake scenes) [ " Your past is my problem now, so are you"] ***** Four years ago, Evelyn Ashford made a mistake that would haunt her forever. As a trusted FBI agent, she mishandled the investigation of Adams Hayes, an accused man who was innocent. He came to her with evidence proving his innocence, but before she could act, he died by suicide. In despair and fearing the consequences, Evelyn destroyed the evidence and buried the secret, choosing to protect her career and reputation over justice. Since then, every award, every press celebration, every compliment has been a reminder of the life she failed to save — yet she wears a flawless, carefully crafted smile. Now, her next assignment brings her face-to-face with Silas Montclair, a powerful, enigmatic mafia heir suspected of financial crimes. Silas isn’t just a target — he is the only man who knows her darkest secret. He doesn’t just threaten her career; he threatens her very soul. To survive, Evelyn must obey his rules, hide every trace of his illicit dealings, and endure a contract that binds her success to his control. Every smile she wears hides the trembling heart beneath; every move is a careful negotiation between power and survival. As she navigates this treacherous world of high-stakes crime, blackmail, and corporate domination, something unexpected happens: attraction sparks in the shadows of danger, and trust becomes as dangerous as deceit. When the past resurfaces — the real culprit behind Adams Hayes’s death is finally revealed — Evelyn and Silas must confront secrets, lies, and truths that could destroy them both. In a world where wealth dazzles, power seduces, and secrets can kill, Evelyn must choose: protect herself and live in fear, or confront the darkness and risk everything for love, justice, and redemption. A story of ambition, guilt, forbidden desire, and relentless suspense — welcome to Splendid Melancholy.

To gain popularity, I have to hide my vest and jump back and forth between the black and red party~ ... Note 1: There’ll be OOC and the character's interpretation might not be correct. Some original characters in the world’s settings, playing for fun and all. (more wines and police officers, a few original cases) Note 2: There will be a lot of personal subjective thoughts in the article. If you have any parts that you don’t agree with, please stop the loss in by clicking the arrow on the upper left corner in time. Thank you for your cooperation. Note 3: The style is mixed between comedy and tragedy… you’ve been warned Note 4: This is a fan fiction, I don't own the characters belonging to the comic. I only made a few original characters for the sake of the story Note 5: I made this more for myself and for fun so eh, don't expect too much

In a world veiled in enigma. Ruled by distant gods and eldritch entities had its story set in stone. An ode began to form. It wasn't in the concept that flourish instantly. No, it is in the figure of a woman whose identity was that of an ordinary secretary working for an unincorporated company. Would you like to see a new perspective and begin to love the 'Original' once more? How far would you cross between the border of a canon and a fiction? "Lord of Mysteries: Goddess of Origin."

Vedika Roy always believed that truth was enough. That if you chased it hard enough, it would protect you. She was wrong. One mistake destroyed her career, her credibility, and the identity she built as a crime journalist. Broken but burning with unfinished anger, she returns to Jaipur hoping to escape failure. Instead, she walks into a silence far more terrifying. Her best friend disappears after joining Zyvora Systems, one of India's most powerful IT companies. No calls. No messages. No employee records. Just a company that calmly says, "She never worked here." Vedika knows what that means. To uncover the truth, Vedika becomes someone else. Under the fake identity of Prisha Mehra, she enters Zyvora Systems, fully aware that one wrong move could erase her too. Inside the glass walls of power and professionalism, she realizes this isn't just a company. It's a system built to hide people, bury evidence, and silence questions. Every file feels dangerous. Every corridor feels watched. And then there is Suryansh Oberoi. A man who speaks less and watches more. Who carries authority in his posture and secrets in his eyes. As her boss, he stands dangerously close to the truth she is hunting, yet feels like a wall built to protect it. Nothing about him feels simple. Nothing about him feels safe. Their tension is sharp. Their attraction forbidden. Their closeness dangerous. Because in a world where lies are signed in contracts and truth is treated like a crime, love becomes a liability. And some stories are written only to be buried. Tropes: ~ Undercover Identity ~ Boss × Employee ~ Slow Burn Romance ~ Enemies to Lovers ~ Workplace Suspense ~ Mystery / Thriller ~ Strong Female Lead ~ Secrets & Lies ~ Forbidden Attraction

Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes!(18+ ONLY) *PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO INTENSE INTIMATE SCENES* "Say you're ours." Nicholas's hand tightened around my throat....not choking, just holding, reminding me who owned every breath I took. His silver eyes burned into mine, relentless and demanding. "Say it, Lilith." "I'm yours," I whispered, and the words tasted like surrender and salvation all at once. "Louder." Sebastian's voice was dark silk behind me, his massive body pressed against my back, his hands bruising my hips. "We want to hear you scream it." Before I could answer, Lucian slammed into me from behind, filling me so completely I saw stars. The stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being claimed....it stole every thought from my mind. "I'm....." I tried to speak, but then Nicholas was lifting my leg, positioning himself, and suddenly he was pushing inside me from the front, and I was being taken by both of them at once. Too much. Too full. Too intense. "Breathe," Nicholas commanded against my lips, but breathing was impossible when they were both moving, finding a rhythm that had me trembling violently between them. "I'm yours!" The confession finally tore from my throat as Lucian's mouth found that sensitive spot on my neck, teeth scraping, threatening to mark me permanently. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours...." "Good girl," all three of them growled in unison. "Now prove it." Lilith Thorne is drowning. Her father.....Beta of Shadowmere Pack....was murdered six months ago. Her mother overdosed on wolfsbane and lies comatose. Her boyfriend found his true mate and threw her away like garbage. And she's wolfless.....a reject in wolf society, unable to shift, worthless and invisible. With eviction looming and hospital bills crushing her, Lilith makes a desperate choice: enter the Rite, an ancient ritual where unmated Alphas can claim women for one night in exchange for gold. But she's not paired with just any Alphas. She's chosen by Lucian, Nicholas, and Sebastian Blackwood.....the Cursed Alpha Kings. Triplets cursed by the Moon Goddess to find their true mate before they turn 26, or lose themselves to their wolves forever. They have three months left. What starts as a transaction becomes an obsession. The moment they touch her, their curse quiets. Their wolves recognize something in her. And they can't let her go. But Lilith is not what she seems. She's the last daughter of the most powerful witch bloodline in existence, her magic suppressed since birth. And when that magic awakens, it will change everything. When she finally learns the truth....that breaking their curse means taking it upon herself....Lilith makes a choice that will change everything. She sacrifices herself to save them, dying in their arms while they scream her name. But death isn't the end. It's only the beginning. And when she rises from the ashes, marked by death and wielding powers she never imagined, she won't be the same broken girl who walked into the Rite. She'll be something far more dangerous. Their mate. Their queen. Their salvation. Or their destruction. Part 1: THE CLAIMING How far would you fall for three kings who worship you like a religion and claim you like a conquest? Part 2: THE RESURRECTION How dark would you become to reclaim what death stole from you? The Mating Ritual is a dark paranormal romance featuring possessive alphas, intense sexual content, a strong but broken heroine discovering her power, found family, fated mates, and a love so consuming it transcends death itself. So guys for every 20 privilege chapters unlock, I will upload 5 additional chapters apart from the 3 chapters for that day. Gifts will be well appreciated also. Thank you!!!

Four identical billionaire brothers. One accidental wife. And a marriage none of them wants to claim. Asher, Ashton, Ashley, and Ashal Rollins are the infamous quadruplet heirs of the Rollins Empire, the richest family in Danvarr. They share one face, one name, one public identity: Ash Rollins. They swap lives, steal each other’s places, and trust no one outside their blood. Even their parents can barely tell them apart. Demi is a twenty-years old bookstore clerk with nothing to her name but dignity, until one drunken mistake after her boyfriend’s betrayal leaves her waking up with a signed marriage certificate. Married to Ash Rollins. The problem? There are four of them… and none admit to being her husband. She's thrown out, humiliated, and branded a liar until the scandal threatens the Rollins family’s spotless image. To protect the empire, the family forces a deal: Demi will play the obedient daughter-in-law for one year. But there’s a twist. Since her real husband refuses to step forward, she is allowed to choose any of the four brothers as her husband. What follows is jealousy, obsession and forbidden desire. The four brothers begin a dangerous game of love, lies, and possession, each determined to conquer Demi at any cost. But Demi has a secret of her own… one powerful enough to shatter the Rollins Empire. When the masks finally fall, which Ash Rollins will claim her?

A man walks into the police station and confesses to a murder that hasn’t occurred… yet. When the crimes inevitably come true, the authorities are baffled. Is it luck, coincidence, or something darker?

Lorelai is nothing more than a maid in the powerful Draven household until the family forces her into a marriage alliance with their bitter enemies, the Varkis clan. Rather than sacrifice their own daughter, the Dravens send Lorelai as a disposable scapegoat to seal the uneasy truce. The Varkis family, unaware she is only a servant, believes she is the woman who nearly killed their heir. From the moment she arrives, Lorelai faces cold hostility and open suspicion. When an assassination attempt leaves her with amnesia, she wakes in enemy territory with no memory of her true identity or the danger she’s in. Trapped in an unfamiliar world of suspicion and secrets, Lorelai must now decide whom to trust and whom to fear before the truth catches up and destroys her.

When Adanna Cole said yes to Darian Holt, she thought she was marrying a dream....not a lie. He was everything she wanted.... protective, charming, and dangerous in all the right ways. But the night before their wedding, she uncovers something she was never meant to see, a coded file linking Darian to the same criminal network that killed her father ten years ago. Now she has two choices... Run… or stay close enough to destroy him. But Darian isn’t the only one hiding secrets.... And as enemies close in, desire becomes their most dangerous weapon because between them lies a truth powerful enough to ruin everything or ignite a war. Love built on lies. Loyalty tested by blood. This time, the heart isn’t just on the line .it’s the target. Thunder growls over the city as Adanna slips into her fiancé’s office to grab a forgotten USB drive... the one with their wedding playlist but what she finds instead freezes her blood.... Her name, her late father’s company… and a file labeled “Target – A.C.” Her heart pounds. The screen flickers. A voice message auto-plays....Darian’s voice, low and cold... “We move at dawn. She can’t know who I am yet.” And just like that, the man she loves becomes the man she fears. Before dawn, everything burns... the wedding, the truth, and the fragile trust that once held them together. But Adanna doesn’t run far. She needs to know why. Because maybe Darian isn’t the villain after all… Or maybe he’s the only one smart enough to make her fall in love with her own enemy....

Tiva who were exiled from Ometikaya face unexpected turns in her life besides her unrequited love for Jake Sully's ( Ole'eyktan) son:Neteyam.

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”

Axel built his life on one lie, and from it, countless others followed. Desperate for love and attention, his first mistake was disguising himself as an omega girl. In truth, he was a male omega.. whereby- male omegas were rare, unwanted, and looked down upon. Alphas and betas never desired male omegas, only females. And it made Axel hate what he was. His only escape was through a dating app. But he never expected the Alpha he fell for... Ivan, the one he had deceived from the start, to be the same Alpha he would meet again at the academy, where every eighteen-year-old goes to train in pack law and discover their mate. Panicked, Axel told a bigger lie. He claimed to be an Alpha, hiding his true rank with pills that masked his scent. He thought being exposed as an omega would make it easier for Ivan to recognize him. But his lie backfired... Instead of safety, it landed him in the Alpha dorms instead of Omega dorms. Worse still... he was assigned to Ivan’s room.

After secretly borrowing millions and nearly bankrupting the company, Samantha Jones’s father drops another bombshell: he’s promised her hand in marriage to Dave Rice, the notorious playboy heir of the powerful Rice family. Samantha is not a woman who lets anyone control her future, but she’ll marry Dave to keep her father out of prison, on one condition. Before the wedding, she gets one month in Las Vegas—her rules. No questions asked. Because if she’s going to spend the rest of her life with a billionaire known for breaking hearts, she refuses to give him the one thing she’s never given anyone else. Her virginity. She’d rather lose it to a stranger in Vegas. After all… what happens in Vegas always stays in Vegas. Right?