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Set in late medieval England, 1457, thirteen-year-old Roald dreams of crafting steam-powered water vessels far beyond his village’s imagination. His world changes forever when a man in a strange mechanical cart—who calls himself a boatmaker—arrives and takes Roald as his apprentice, bringing him to the distant kingdom of Dillaclor. But Dillaclor is not the kingdom the boatmaker remembers. Beneath its altered streets and shifting loyalties, a hidden figure pulls the strings of power. As Roald is drawn deeper into court politics, dangerous alliances, and mechanical innovation, he must decide what kind of craftsman—and what kind of man—he will become before the kingdom is quietly dismantled from within.

Oops! The foolish real young master had run away!!! The title of the book… Micah had everything anyone could possibly envy, a gentle mother, a supportive father, and two doting older sisters. His family business dominated the capital with its high-technology products, and he was raised with a silver spoon from birth. Life was perfect. Until one day everything crumbled when a young man appeared, claiming to be the real young master. The classic case of swapped at birth… Panicked and heartbroken, Micah, the fake heir, fought desperately to hold onto his family and fortune. From Bad-mouthing and spreading rumours to initiating misplaced hatred toward the real young master, he plotted financial pitfalls and implicated his family business in progress. Not to mention his backstabbing and selling the classified information to a rival company. “What the actual f..?” Micah stared at the book, seething with anger. He was practically a villain out of a melodrama. He would never be like that! Which vengeful ghost had written this book?! “Where is my knife?!” He needed to show this so-called author the true meaning of vengeance! Even if he couldn’t get his hands on him, at the very least, he could undermine all the nonsense that was written in his book! Whether would he really be this mentally handicapped as described in the book remained a mystery, but please could someone explain the rest of the book to him? Those madmen! Those Degenerated Gongs! How could they torment the cheerful sunny Shou and twist him into an obedient meek little puppet just to satisfy their sick desires?! “I, Micah Ramsy, swear to protect my new brother from those psychos and hungry wolves!” Thus begins the journey of the fake heir, hell-bent on keeping those scums away from his sweet brother.

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."

She was running from death. She ran straight into him. Cassian doesn’t save people. He controls empires from the shadows, destroys those who cross him, and never allows weakness near him. Yet when he finds a bloodied girl on the side of the road—eyes sharp even as she’s dying—he makes a choice he never should have. Mira is not weak. She is not ordinary. And she is not safe. He saves her. He hides her. He keeps her. What begins as protection slowly turns into possession. As Mira’s past resurfaces and her rare bloodline becomes something others would kill for, Cassian realizes one terrifying truth: He doesn’t just want to protect her. He doesn’t want to lose her. And Mira is about to learn that being loved by him is far more dangerous than being hunted.

Xiao Lin, a small doctor at a university hospital, has an unknown true identity – a military doctor of the Huaxia Dragon Soul special forces. Despite considering himself low-key, he leads a high-profile life.

Faced with his CEO wife's passionate advances, Chen Yang blushed and stammered, "Dear, why are you holding my hand in the middle of the night?"

The most unlucky woman in the world vs The most mysterious man in the world. A piece of paper declaring a marriage alliance between two enemy families was not her business. Because she would never be picked as the bride anyway. Officer Tai Liwu's bad luck was not just broken heels, exploding cars or birds pooping on her head. It also extended to her dating life--which did not exist. She had resigned herself to a lifetime of arresting bad guys and surviving death with zero romance. But when her sister has a panic attack before walking down the aisle, Tai Liwu is shoved into the bridal hall and told to smile. On the other side of the aisle, City Lord Shen Weijun was dealing with his own disaster: his brother, the intended groom had drugged him, put him in the grooms clothes and bolted! Forced to step in under a false identity, Weijun expects nothing more than a political farce. After all, their families are sworn enemies and this wedding is supposed to be a ceasefire, not a love story. But trouble brews when Weijun finds himself falling for the sharp-tongued police officer who can arrest a pickpocket with one hand and chase after her hat with the other. Pretty soon, he is more interested in kissing her than fearing her bad luck and suspicious intentions. And Liwu, her "bad luck" takes a twist when on her wedding night, she awakens a bad luck system, throwing their lives into chaos.

Trigger Warning This story contains mature and dark themes including violence, assassination, psychological manipulation, obsessive romance, power imbalance, and morally grey characters. It explores toxic attraction, emotional trauma, betrayal, and scenes of life-threatening situations. Reader discretion is advised. --- Ariana is not a hero. She is not a victim. She is a weapon. A ghost trained to infiltrate, deceive, and eliminate without hesitation. She has survived by trusting no one and feeling nothing. Her latest mission is simple: kill Damian—the cold-blooded Mafia boss whose secrets could collapse empires—and disappear like she always does. But Damian is not a man who dies easily. He is ruthless. Calculating. A predator who built his kingdom on blood and fear. He notices everything. He trusts no one. And the moment Ariana steps into his world, he sees through her. What was meant to be a clean assassination spirals into something far more dangerous. Because Damian does not hunt alone. He hunts back. Every encounter becomes a silent war. Every touch feels like betrayal. Every moment together balances on the edge of violence. They circle each other like loaded guns with fingers on the trigger. Ariana was sent to destroy him. Damian is determined to break her first. In a city where loyalty is an illusion and death is currency, obsession grows in the cracks between survival and desire. They threaten each other. They provoke each other. They test how close they can stand to the edge before someone falls. Or jumps. Because when two people who do not value their own lives begin to crave each other, destruction is inevitable. This is not a love story built on softness. It is forged in blood, control, and dangerous surrender. And in the end, the question isn’t who will kill whom. It’s who will fall first. **** Assassin vibes—CHECKED Mafia danger—CHECKED Near-death tension / suicidal stakes—CHECKED Obsession / chemistry—CHECKED Psychological intensity—CHECKED

Blurb: “ There are times you should never give up.” He whispered into my ears, his red eyes sent a chill all over me. “ And there are times you should forget about things.” He added… I would always remember those words of his, the way he said them, the position we were in while he whispered those words in my ears. Now he was gone… quiet, not dead, he just disappeared and didn't even come back and slowly I was built to forget about it. But, I never gave up on him. — Out of the world’s best men, Dracula, a vampire king of the western kingdom, was my buyer. I was sold to him just for fun and food, but it changed into a big story. Days before I met him, I was battered, framed, and almost killed, almost a rape victim. Just for my biggest enemy Brandon, to think of selling me. And I got into his hands. Now, I am not that old victim, I was a queen. A queen born for revenge.

[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. 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.

Chase Sterling always felt like furniture. The kind you don't notice, the kind that's easy to shove in a corner and forget. He was used to it: people looked right through him, brushed him off like lint. But it only takes one phone call to erase a lifetime of being overlooked. When his estranged family meets a tragic end, Chase suddenly finds himself in charge of the sprawling Sterling fortune. Turns out, riches aren't the only thing the family left him. There's a curse running through his blood, warping love into something hungry and dangerous, impossible to escape. Vivian Ashford never set out to blow Chase's life to smithereens. Just one decision (a sharp, ruthless move at graduation) was all it took to set their worlds spinning out of control. While Vivian soaks up the Hollywood limelight and collects red-carpet headlines, Chase slips into his new role as Manhattan's most intimidating heir. But no matter how far they run, something keeps yanking them back together, like a stitch in an old wound that refuses to heal.

Beneath the surface of this seemingly mundane and ordinary world lie countless hidden dangers and secrets. From otherworldly beasts and monsters to the very existence of gods themselves—everything is real. As a multitude of ability users and practitioners of extraordinary arts emerge, a group of powerhouses from another world begins to shake the very foundations of reality. A directionally-challenged woman who has lost her memories... A mentally unstable girl who lives for the "elation"... A petite young girl possessing Herculean strength... A phantom-like phantom thief cat-girl... A mysterious hacker who reigns supreme over the internet... When the gods manifest and countless souls fall into despair, a woman carrying a red oil-paper umbrella quietly passes by. A single tear of blood falls. "Dusk's rain...it too shall fall."

“If you knew, why are you still here?” She asked, curiously. “Because sometimes,” his eyes, as kind as they always were, bore into her, "I can choose to do something, not for my gain, but, simply,” he placed the cauldron down before her. “Because she asked me." His face remained pleasant She approached him, a huge smile covered her face, and she reached out to grab him into an embrace, he moved away. “No.” He shook his head, “No more of your lies, I didn’t do it for a lie.” He turned away, she let him. He had no more use to her. She listened as his footsteps slowly faded away, before turning back to the cauldron, a looming figure appeared behind it. “Was it worth it?” His smile, wider than the other man’s, filled with viciousness, not a speck of thoughtfulness to be seen. “Yes.” She gazed back at him, matching the look he pierced at her from his singular eye. “Nothing compares to the pain of it.” He chuckled, cackling echoing off the walls. “No one will believe you.” “You do.” She tilted her head, approaching the cauldron, where he was leaning on it. He made distance as she approached, almost fear in his eyes. “Oh, I know, I know.” She lifted the lid to the cauldron, her eyes narrowed, as she took out the things from her spacial ring. Things, so much blood had been spilled for. Red berries, iridescent vermillion, black, crumbling dirt that her cut the fingers that laid on them, a vial, viscous liquid, thread-like golden silk, a glowing sphere, some greenery. Then she knelt down, taking out a flame. Blue, it flickered in her palm, for a moment, all flames in the room bent towards it. She lit beneath the cauldron. “Is it worth it?” Asked the man, again, away from her, as the blue flame now lit the room, his chains were revealed, holding his feet from running too far. Not that he would. “Worth it?” Her eyes faded away for a moment, tilting her head, before gazing back at him, “to be strong, what isn’t worth it? Tell me.” 13+ recommended, but, to each their own

Sera had intended to pull away. She'd crossed the room to put distance between them, to get back to something that made sense, to the mission, to the reason she was supposed to hate him. Then Cael turned. And looked at her the way shadows look at flame. For one suspended moment, neither of them moved. Not a word. Not a breath. Only the space between them, smaller than it had been a second ago, and the terrible certainty that one of them was about to close it.

23 people wake up 500 years ago. They need out of there immediately.

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.

In Magnolia, a mysterious art thief moves between the city’s elegant art scene and its brutal underworld. As a detective closes in on him and a possessive protector refuses to let him go, the hunt quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Whispering Frames is a dark MM romance filled with art magic, hidden identities, obsession, and intense cat-and-mouse tension.

Ant Talon was reincarnated in marvel and he was binded to the SCP system The system is not being a system and instead its all up to him to try and live while the system gives him the bare minimum As the story progresses I might add the ability to warp to different timelines and worlds so its not just limited to marvel and other series can also suffer huge losses while also enriching the story [Imagine 682 in warhammer] The end goal is already determined

​[DARK PSYCHOLOGICAL BL THRILLER / OBSESSION] Are you trying to destroy me, Yuyan?" The golden boy’s voice wasn't filled with fear, but a dark, breathless fascination. ""You made a monster. Now you have to live with him," Yuyan smiled, his beautiful face perfectly crafted for this very moment. Seven years ago, Xu Zhifan—the Nation's Heartthrob—staged a deadly fire just to win a sick bet. He wanted to see if the boy who loved him would walk into the flames to save him. The boy did. He thought the boy died in the ashes. He was wrong. Lin Yuyan survived. He built a new face from the ruins of the old one, spending seven years sculpting himself into exactly what Xu Zhifan finds beautiful. Now, Yuyan has returned with a singular, terrifying goal: To dismantle Zhifan's perfect life piece by piece. Career . Freedom. Sanity. Yuyan controls the narrative, the leaks, the slow erosion of a golden reputation. He is patient in the way only people who have lost everything can be. He expects the golden boy to break. He expects him to beg. But as the trap finally snaps shut, Yuyan realizes a terrifying truth: Zhifan isn't breaking. He's fascinated. And the monster Yuyan came back to destroy might just fall in love with the cage.