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Ready for a messy ride? *** Ren has spent years surviving behind a mask. By night he is known as the most sought-after Omega companion at the Deluxe pleasure house: elegant, mysterious, and untouchable. Clients know his scent, his voice, and the cold charm he uses to keep the world at a safe distance. No one knows who Ren really is. The identity he shows the world is only half the truth, and the secret he protects is powerful enough to destroy the delicate balance between the mainland’s most influential families. Everything begins to unravel after one reckless night with Feng Lang—the volatile Alpha heir feared across the city. One punch. One scandal. One mistake that drags Ren directly into the orbit of four dangerous heirs who rule the underground racing scene and stand at the center of an approaching political storm. Among them is Zhen Long, the calculating mastermind preparing for a ruthless election battle, Shen Yichen, the quiet genius who never loses and Wang Ruiqing, the amiable heir who rejected his family’s empire for a life in law enforcement. While the powerful circle grows suspicious of the mysterious Omega who appeared out of nowhere, Ren struggles to keep his two identities from colliding. Because if the truth about him ever comes to light, it will not only destroy the life he built—it will unravel years of secrets, revenge, and power plays carefully hidden beneath the surface of the mainland’s elite society. And the most dangerous part? Ren may not even know the full truth about himself. In a world where power is everything and secrets are currency, one Omega’s hidden identity could bring an entire empire crashing down. ***

Kelvin transfers to an all-girls school in search of his missing twin, believing the answers to his past might be hidden within the unfamiliar walls of the institution. But what begins as a personal search quickly turns into something far more disturbing—because the school is not just a place of learning. It is part of something larger, something watching, something waiting. At first, the signs are subtle. A record that shouldn’t exist. A familiar name attached to an unfamiliar face. A girl named Keira who reacts to Kelvin as if she knows him, even though they have never met. And then there is Aisha, a presence tied to memories Kelvin cannot fully access—moments that feel real but refuse to align with his understanding of himself. As Kelvin tries to make sense of these inconsistencies, reality begins to fracture in ways he cannot explain. His thoughts no longer feel singular. His emotions no longer feel unified. It is as if different parts of his identity are separating, each developing its own awareness. From this fragmentation emerge distinct versions of him. Kael, the logical structure of his mind, cold and precise, capable of seeing patterns others cannot. Keira, the emotional reflection tied to buried memories and unresolved truths, unstable yet deeply connected to something human within him. And Kelvin himself, the core consciousness trying desperately to hold everything together as the boundaries of self continue to weaken. Behind this growing instability is AZEL, an unseen system that observes, analyzes, and controls identity itself. AZEL does not see people as individuals, but as structures that must remain stable. In its logic, a human being must exist as one unified identity. Anything that deviates is considered an error to be corrected. Kelvin becomes one such anomaly. As AZEL begins forcing identity correction, Kelvin is pushed toward an impossible decision: to choose which version of himself is real enough to remain. But the more the system intervenes, the more the fragments resist. Kael refuses dissolution, Keira fights against emotional erasure, and Kelvin refuses to surrender his existence to a system that defines him without consent. What begins as internal conflict escalates into external distortion. Reality itself bends under system adjustments. Memories overlap. Conversations echo with unintended voices. The boundaries between identities blur, and what was once a single person becomes a complex, unstable network of selves fighting for survival. Alongside Kelvin are Laura and Nancy, two individuals who begin to understand that AZEL is not simply observing—it is learning. It adapts to resistance, refines its control, and responds to every act of defiance with deeper restructuring. As the system tightens its grip, Kelvin and his fractured identities begin to form an unlikely resistance. Not by choosing one self over another, but by attempting to exist together against the rules imposed on them. The fight is no longer just about identity—it becomes a struggle over what it means to be allowed to exist at all. But AZEL does not stop evolving. It begins to question not just the structure of Kelvin’s identity, but the very concept of singular existence. And in the center of it all remains one unanswered truth: If a person can be split into multiple conscious selves, which one is truly real? Or are they all just echoes of something that was never meant to remain whole? What if identity is not something you are… but something that is constantly being decided? And if a system has the power to decide it—can anyone truly call themselves one person at all?

"Stop." His voice is low and controlled and furious underneath both. "Whatever you're doing in there the books, the reading, the tucking in — stop." "They asked me to read to them," I say evenly. "I don't care what they asked." He takes a step toward me and I hold my ground, which seems to make it worse. "You've been here for just less than two weeks, and you're already in Dorian's room, touching his things, letting them climb all over you like you're" He stops, jaw tight. "You're not their mother. You're on a twelve-month contract." "I'm aware of what I am," I say. "Are you?" Something sharp enters his expression. "Because from where I'm standing it looks like a woman playing a very long game. Soften up the children, charm the staff, make yourself indispensable — and then what? You think I don't see it?" Something cold moves through my chest, but I keep my face neutral. "You think I'm doing this to get to you." "Aren't you?" He says it like it's obvious, like I'm naive for pretending otherwise, and the contempt in it is so clean and practiced that for one second I almost believe I deserve it. "You should wake up from that delusion. Whatever you think you're building here — it won't work, you will never have me." He moves before I register it, closing the distance between us in one smooth step, and then his hand is at my neck, warm and deliberate, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse like he's checking whether I'm afraid, and the answer my body gives him is humiliating. His mouth drops to the curve of my neck and shoulder, not rough — slow, purposeful, his lips dragging against my skin like he has all the time in the world and knows exactly what he's doing with it, and I shudder despite everything I know about this man and this moment and exactly what he's trying to prove. "This," he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and terrible and close, "is all you'll ever get from me." ********* Sloane Carter had her work stolen, her body broken, and her heart shattered in pieces. Then a truck ran her off the road on a rainy night, and she woke up inside the worst romance novel she had ever read. Wrong century, wrong country. Wrong body. Twelve-month contract marriage to a man carved from ice, three feral six-year-olds, and a dead man's secret buried so deep the whole empire is rotting from the root. In the novel, the heroine smiles gently, loves quietly, and dies before anyone notices she was worth saving. Sloane has bruised ribs, a stolen career, years of swallowed rage and absolutely no intention of following the original script. The cold CEO didn't bargain for a woman who'd already survived the worst he could ever be. Neither did the man who put her in that car. He thought killing Sloane Carter would silence her. He had no idea it would set her free.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Penelope Anderson, long past the age society deems “marriageable” and burdened by rumor, devotes herself to securing a perfect match for her younger sister after experiencing an unsuccessful courtship. Everything proceeds as planned until Lord Anthony Ravenport, a notorious rake she once met under scandalous circumstances, becomes her sister’s most promising suitor. Though Penelope knows he is dangerously unsuitable, his status makes him impossible to refuse. As tensions rise, so does an undeniable attraction between Penelope and Anthony, one that threatens to ruin not only her sister’s future, but the fragile reputation of their entire family. *** “Why do you despise me so much that you consider everything I do unworthy of your blessings!” he demanded, eyes bright with frustration and restrained fury. “Because you are unworthy of one!” she yelled back, her gaze holding the same frustration as his. “You’re unworthy to be a husband, unworthy of my sister, unworthy of love, unworthy of everything! Your presence is only making things worse for Franseca,” “And your presence isn’t?!” he spat back, his composure gradually dwindling as seconds passed. “Just because you think you’re better off unmarried doesn’t make her one. She shows interest in me as much as I do her!” “Oh, is that so?” She countered, mockery and disbelief laced in her tone. “I know men like you. And men like you thrive on pity and selfishness, believing women to be nothing else but breeders and assets! How dare you speak of interest when all you think of is what benefit my sister possesses!” “I know women like you,” he retorted, keeping his voice likewise. “Women whose conclusions are based on personal grudges. Women who are blinded by rage, envy, and jealousy, disguised under safety. Women whose hearts are hardened by grief and sorrow, and all they can think of is affecting other people’s lives!” “How dare you,” Penelope seethed, expression cold in fury and her gaze heated in cold rage. No one has ever talked to her the way he did, and it annoyed her to such an extent that she could barely recognize herself anymore. “Oh, are you pained?” he demanded, mockery plastered in his expression. They were so close, so improperly close that breath fanned against each other, eyes brightened in rage, chest rising and falling from such pressure. “You are… insufferable!” She spat. “And you’re… aggravating!” he returned, hot breath matching hers, as their chest rose and fell in exasperation. For a moment, the world revolved around heated glares and venomous expressions. Finally, those pair of grey eyes left the storm of dark-brown ones, descending on her lips that were only an inch away. Sensing his diverted attention, her breath stuttered in response, eyes descending against those inviting red lips. Her heart raced wildly, breath puffing furiously as she swallowed the lump down her throat, unconsciously wetting her lips. “S-Stay away… from my sister,” She said, words barely above a whisper. Her heart raced, echoing in her ears, causing her to feel dizzy. His eyes darkened. “You’ll be the end of me,” he whispered back, almost like a plea. And in the blink of an eye, his lips crashed against hers. *** PS: BASED ON HISTORICAL SETTINGS AND TIMELINE. #Slowburnromance #enemiestolovers A/N: There will be slow updates for now, until I conclude “Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin”. Although this is my entry for WSA 2026. Thank you for trying this out!

After a failed suicide attempt, a woman wakes up to find she is no longer alone in her body. Something ancient survived inside her. And it wants intimacy. Not love. Not possession. Intimacy.

Bree is dying. Literally. A struggling VTuber, she is stuck at seven viewers on a good day, and the pact she made with a devil named Senne is doing nothing to help. Her chat laughs when she talks about her terminal illness. Chasing trends does not work. Trying to be edgy just makes her look cringe. Meanwhile, Senne is useless. All the devil wants is marmalade on her toast. When she does not get it, she sulks. Worse, she is becoming increasingly jealous and possessive of Bree. Bree is told that gaining more viewers will awaken Senne’s power, though she remains skeptical. Because what for? All Bree wants, before she dies, is to be seen, recognized, and heard for once in her life. After that, the devil can do whatever she wants. But in Bree’s world, attention is never free. The people who laugh at her want her pain as entertainment. The people who comfort her may want something worse. And the devil at her side may be far more dangerous than either of them realize. * A dark psychological urban fantasy about streaming, loneliness, toxic intimacy, and the wrong kind of love. * Now there is an animated trailer! You can check at the following link or via my youtube channel @toobo89 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H5z8hFNq-Ew —- Discord Server for Webnovel Yuri authors and readers! Discord: Webnovel Yuri Sanctuary https://discord.gg/d9qJDaG6

Elena wakes to a morning that feels ordinary, until reality twists into a grotesque nightmare where neighbors and even her husband reveal monstrous, impossible forms. Chased through a distorted neighborhood, she realizes the world itself conspires against her, and escape feels futile. As she awakens to find the nightmare bleeding into her reality, she discovers that she is not the only one trapped in this waking horror.

Ongoing new Russia Novel Author’s Note21+ Ninel Nastasya Anna (Writer Oriniska) This is the final chapter of The Fate of the Shadow. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading, supporting, and staying with this story until the very last word. I hope their fate, choices, and shadows remain with you long after the final chapter. — Author Anna ⚠️ Age Advisory (21+) This story is intended for readers aged 21 and above. It contains adult themes, intense emotional conflict, dark elements, violence, and psychological tension. Please read responsibly and at your own discretion. Copyright Notice © 2025–2028, Ninel Nastasya Anna Orinska. All rights reserved. The Fate of the Shadow is an original work by Ninel Nastasya Anna. No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, translated, distributed, or transmitted in any form without prior written permission from the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or other non-commercial purposes permitted by law. Written & Illustrated by: Ninel Nastasya Anna Orinska Languages: Bengali, English, Russian First Edition: 2028 Story Overview — The Fate of the Shadow Alia is a brave and intelligent woman carrying deep secrets hidden within her family and true identity. Her search for truth leads her into dangerous missions, covert operations, and a world shrouded in shadows. Along the way, she encounters Viktor—a mysterious man shaped by a dark, violent past. Their collision sparks a complex relationship—built on trust, betrayal, desire, and conflict. Together, they navigate a brutal underworld where loyalty is tested, love becomes a weapon, and survival comes at the highest price. Genres & Themes Dark Romance Dual Lives & Secret Missions Action, Thriller & Adventure Mafia & Criminal Underworld Royal Bloodlines & Traditions Betrayal & Revenge Drug Trade & Dark Networks Intense Chemistry & Psychological Conflict Power Struggles & Control Loyalty vs Duty Character Profile — Alia Skills Summary Alia is a highly trained operative and versatile warrior, excelling in physical, psychological, and technological combat. Martial Arts Expertise: Taekwondo, Krav Maga, Jiu-Jitsu, advanced hand-to-hand combat. Weapons Mastery: Expert in sniper rifles, handguns, submachine guns (SMGs), and specialized firearms with exceptional precision. Psychological Warfare: Skilled at destabilizing opponents through manipulation, mental tactics, and strategic deception. Technology & Cyber Espionage: Proficient in hacking, encryption bypass, cybersecurity infiltration, drone operation, and covert surveillance.Character Profile — Viktor Skills Summary Viktor is a highly skilled operative and strategic enforcer, shaped by a dark, violent past and honed in covert operations and criminal underworld networks. He excels in psychological manipulation, combat strategy, and high-stakes intelligence missions. Combat Expertise: Master in hand-to-hand combat, Krav Maga, close-quarter tactics, and disarming opponents. Exceptional skill in firearms, including sniper rifles, assault rifles, pistols, and specialized tactical weapons. Psychological Warfare: Adept at destabilizing targets through intimidation, deception, and mental manipulation. Expert in reading opponents’ behavior and exploiting weaknesses. Intelligence & Covert Operations: Skilled in surveillance, counter-surveillance, infiltration, and extraction missions. Proficient in cybersecurity, hacking, encryption bypass, and covert communication techniques. Strategic Leadership: Capable of planning high-risk missions, manipulating power dynamics, and controlling outcomes. Operates in morally gray areas where loyalty, survival, and control are constantly tested.Due to account limitations, I am unable to officially mark this story as “complete on Webnovel. However, I want all my readers to know—this is truly the end of the journey for these characters. Their story ends here.

A marriage proposal from a high-ranking noble family took them all by surprise. Accepting the situation that cornered her, she hoped patience would eventually bear fruit... A single document made the misunderstanding even more real, deepening the wounds in her heart. Fate could not be avoided, and what was done could not be undone… Regret came too late. The misunderstanding became even harder to explain because the person involved was no longer within reach. Could they reunite to right the wrongs of the past? Four new members in the family only made things more complicated with their rejection, driven by the love they had always cherished by their side. What steps would he take next? Could he win the hearts of the four new family members who had rejected his presence after he had been absent for ten years? I'm Indonesian writer. I personally translated this novel myself, not as a professional translator. I’ve done my best to make it fun and easy to read, but it might not be perfect. Thank you so much for your patience, understanding, and support. My other stories that are still in the process of being translated. A Girl For The Beasts My Uncle My Husband Bringing My Wife Back The World That Split The Earth Beast In The Civilization We Married For Them My beautiful and handsome readers... I am very grateful to all of you who have visited to read my novels and took the time to view my profile. I am a fiction writer who actively publishes works across various platforms. My stories explore inner conflicts, human relationships, and the choices that shape character. Professional contact: [email protected] Or, for more information, you can follow my social media account: My Instagram: @wolfayra My YouTube: @wolfynovelauthor My Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61576589373365 Thank you, happy reading.

People shunned me, labeling me a defective Alpha long before I understood what that meant. The only person who ever stayed by my side was Alex. We learned how to survive on the streets together—until he couldn’t take it anymore and started selling drugs. Luck had never touched my life. I was the one who got caught. The woman who stopped me was powerful enough to destroy me in her own twisted way. "A spoon," she said. I didn’t understand how it was possible, but she meant to reduce me to a mere spoon. Then she let me go, warning me never to appear in front of her again. But... I was a really, really unlucky person and met her again. And again. Until it became impossible to walk away from her. Being spared by her felt dangerously close to being chosen for something. Despite knowing it would destroy me, I found myself yearning for more of her. I had no one who truly cared about me. Except Alex. So her mercy slowly began to feel like belonging. ***** It's Omegaverse, where Female Alpha's has a dick.

SYSTEM NOVEL - TIME-TRAVEL - HISTORICAL - BABIES!! Lin Xu, a fierce and independent thirty-year-old businesswoman, had only one wish in life, children of her own. But fate was cruel. The day she found out she was barren, she drowned her sorrow in alcohol, slipped down the stairs, and died. But death wasn’t the end. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the body of another Lin Xu a minor character from a popular TV drama in her town. This Lin Xu was a pitiful woman who died tragically at the hands of her cruel in-laws. Her three children were left to suffer alone until her missing husband returned years later, only to find her long gone. But this time, things would be different. This Lin Xu wasn’t weak, and she wasn’t going to die so easily. She had lived alone as an orphan, built herself into a force to be reckoned with, and now she had a second chance not just to live, but to raise her children on her own terms. Forget the in-laws. Forget the husband. She would rise again, build an empire, and give her children the life they deserved With the help of her "Supermarket System" she was going to take the world by storm. --- Excerpt "Young Master, Miss Lin has just opened a massive bun shop." "Really? Buy everything. Leave not even a crumb." "Young Master Mo, Miss Lin returned all the coins and houses you sent her." "She did? Then send triple the amount and throw in a farm while you’re at it." "Young Master Mo, Miss Lin and the children were bullied by your uncle and aunt." "Oh? Send fifty men to smash their home. Make sure not a brick is left standing." "Young Master, Miss Lin is laughing and talking with that fisherman Gu." "Is that so? Seal off the entire coast. Buy every net, every boat, and every hook. Let’s see him fish in the desert." "And tell Miss Lin… if she dares smile at another man, I’ll show her what it really means to challenge the General of the Guan Empire." "If I can’t have her heart, then no man will." --- Genre: Historical Time-Travel Drama, System. Romance: Slow Burn Note: Book cover not mine.

A modern royal setting, the male lead has a leg disability. Five years ago, their statuses were worlds apart. He was the Prince of a nation and she was a commoner; they were fated to end in divorce. When others mocked her for marrying a cripple, she would only give a faint smile. When they divorced, he gripped her chin and demanded, "Am I..." Five years later, they met again. The next day, he came with money to pester her relentlessly.

In Liveria, a kingdom gilded in gold and loneliness, Princess Elsbeth moves like a shadow present, but never truly seen. Her life changes the moment a nameless black book slips into her hands, whispering of histories the world has tried to forget. The Eleventh Jester arrives in Liveria. Heir to a centuries-old curse, he wears laughter like a chain: an immortal fool who must speak only truth wrapped in riddles a joke or a mocking song, a son bearing the burden his mother could never escape. He cannot die yet each jest costs him something that feels very close to it. Two unseen souls, one hidden in silk, the other in bells, Cross paths.

(This is a love story disguised with abuse!) "Mia Lowder is just a waste!" "Mia Lowder is too vicious, she framed her sister and even hit her own mother." "A person like her should just get out of Falwood." At a banquet, everyone surrounded Mia Lowder, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and cursed her. Suddenly, the cold and ruthless Mr. Grant appeared, protecting her in his arms, "She is my wife, damn it! Anyone who dares to touch her, try it!" Four years ago, she became crippled because of him and left Falwood in despair. Four years later, she insists on marrying him. Everyone was waiting for Benjamin Grant to abandon her again, but no one knew that Mr. Grant had set a trap for a full four years, just so she could return to his side. Soon after, he spoiled Mia Lowder to the extreme, to the point of obsession. Only then did the people of Falwood realize that Mr. Grant was unwell, and pampered his wife recklessly!

“Su Xiaomeng, about that night—” One sentence from Yin Shixiu and her world tilts. He’s her best friend’s thirty-two-year-old uncle, a man whose name opens every door in the city, and the last person she wants to tangle with. “Uncle, look—you weren’t thinking straight and I was blackout drunk. Let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?” “…Fine.” Three months later he discovers—via an excited niece—that Su Xiaomeng is pregnant. “The moment the baby’s born, you let me leave. No more hounding me!” “…Fine.” He signs the marriage contract she writes herself. “Uncle, I need spicy hot pot at midnight…” “…Fine.” He’s out the door in the snow, gathering ingredients until his fingers turn blue. “Uncle, I’m scared. He’s kicking so hard—it hurts…” “Alright, alright—no more babies after this.” On the eve of delivery, he strokes her back, whispering promises until her breathing steadies.

For money, Jin Jumo "signed" herself to the business tycoon Rong Mochen, for a period of one year. Upon their first meeting, the man's voice was icy, "I like women who keep their place, understand?" "Yes." Jin Jumo nodded lightly. So, Jin Jumo always adhered to her place, tightly locking her heart away, never crossing the line. If there was anything in her relationship with Rong Mochen that Jin Jumo hadn't anticipated, it would be... --- "Mr. Rong, our contract expired a week ago." Jin Jumo lightly curved her lips, giving a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her. "So?" "So, Mr. Rong, are you playing rogue now?" Jin Jumo gritted her teeth. "Hmm..." Rong Mochen frowned, leisurely raising his head to look at Jin Jumo, "Is my daughter behaving well in your belly?" "It's not even two months, how do you know it's definitely a daughter..." Wait... Jin Jumo's eyes widened in terror, she hadn't told him she was pregnant... Rumor had it, a car accident targeting Z City tycoon Rong Mochen resulted in the death of a seven-month-pregnant woman. Rumor had it, after the accident, the Rong Family's president underwent a drastic change, becoming ruthless and fierce from being coldly indifferent. Rumor had it, the person killed in the accident was the person closest to Rong Mochen's heart. --- Four years later. "Brother, do we really need to find a new boyfriend for Mommy?" The little bun bit his chubby fingers, looking at the little boy beside him who was slightly taller. "Yes." The boy squinted, his gaze coldly fixed on the televised global sensation of the Rong Family's president's luxurious engagement ceremony. "But didn't Brother say that the old man named Rong is our real dad?" Jin Jumo, who had just stepped into the house, was nearly collapsing inside. How did the two little guys know Rong Mochen was...

He said: We can divorce. She said: No, I want to be your father's daughter-in-law! When all the dust settled, she finally managed to protect her entire family amidst the upheaval of changing dynasties. Princess Qin: Your Highness, can we divorce now? King Qin: Don't even think about it~! PS: Set in an alternate history of the Tang Dynasty~ [The talented and skilled fallen noble Miss VS the domineering King Qin who dotes on his daughter-in-law on his father's orders]

He was an extremely wealthy CEO. His hobbies were clinging to his wife and pampering her to the extreme. One day, the bodyguard reported, "Sir, Madam went to chase her ex-fiancé!" "Sir, Madam confessed her love for her ex-fiancé on a global livestream!" "Change the photos and names to mine!" "Sir, Madam went to the hospital to have an abortion!" The incredibly handsome and wealthy man couldn't contain his anger. "Bring Madam back to me, and take good care of her! No, stop! I'm going to get her myself!" After marriage, Su Fu glared at her possessive husband. "Let's divorce; this life is unbearable!" Shangguan Ling smirked. "So what if it's unbearable? Whoever leaves, loses! I'll give you the property, our child, and myself! Wherever you go, I'll go too!"

One night of spring breeze, stirring the white window screen fluttering in the air.\n\nOnly a nightstand lamp is on in the room.\n\nThe light is a soft, dim yellow.\n\n......

She is a lonely girl with both parents deceased and no one to rely on. He is the distinguished and prestigious President of the Saxon Clan, handsome like a deity. Because of a ridiculous childhood marriage, she married him. Before marriage, the two agreed on three rules: marry without love, affectionate in public, uninterfering in private. Yet unexpectedly, he sneaked into her room the next day. He shamelessly violated the agreement! She was angry, "Matthew Saxon, you are unreliable; I want a divorce!" He smirked, "Want a divorce? First, give me a little bun." Everyone knows the young master of the Saxon Family is nonchalant and heartless, but he pampers her to the extreme. "Young Master, Young Madam said the scenery at the university opposite is nice." "Buy it." "The view from the rooftop of the building next door is great." "Buy it." "The new director at Saxon Clan is also quite handsome." "...Fire him immediately!"