twisted

When Fantalia Doree was small she started with a big bang. A deadly killer who is at large commiting crimes she carve her victims and leaves her signature PFK making it look like a work of art which it was. The thrill of hunting down her preys makes her all the more daring at playing the game of cat and mouse with the detectives. The worst part is that publicly she was so angelic in all her looks and behavior that no one would ever think of the possibility as her being the killer, but then again who would ever consider a child with the looks and temperament of an angel to be so monstrous. For years she grew even more angelic and beautiful and still as careful as ever until that fateful day when a handsome detective stopped by and asked her advice. She could feel the pull and the way her heart swell whenever he looked at her and asked a simple question, that joy and longing at the same time and right then she knew there was something about him she had to see and she wanted him too. Special Detective Justice Swarie was assigned to the case because of his outstanding recommendation and expertise. He was also someone who loves the hunt but never got satisfaction. However before he was even assigned to PFK he was keeping an eye on it. It was the biggest case and that leaves him obsessed he was filled with excitement, a case that crawls under his skin. With each new PFK case there was even more exhilaration even more than he thought was possible. Once he had a brief run in with Fantalia Doree and found great comfort in her above expectation company. One thing led to another and before they know it he started visiting the forensic doctor regularly. Will Fantalia Doree kill Justice Swarie or will he turn her in when find out that his sweet forensic doctor who he treasure so much is his PFK he is hunting. ***SNIPPET*** "Senior, have a look at this", the forensic pathology team leader said in a rushed voice. " We found that the PFK on the body not only have a cursive style but look," There on the printed paper showing a picture of the bran on the body was tiny words that made the outline of the bold three letter signature. "This....!", Shocked and also excited at what he saw detective Swarie quickly masked his emotions carefully and said in a somber tone to no one in particular. "About time we got a lead don't you think?" He took up his coat with completely careful movements making sure not to show the nervous shake of his hand and turned to his team. " Now we have a new lead," he announced, "We need to find all mechanics who specializes in delicate inlaid designs, we also need to consults the professors at Groudil Collage of the arts so we can get a list of students who might have a possibility of creating this design. Any question?" No one said anything. "DISMISSED." They all got up and went about the task at hand. Leaving the police station they failed to realized that on the other side of the street was an ordinary looking inconspicuous car with a grinning woman looking at a tablet with an earpiece in her ear. She was zooming in on detective Justice Swarie and her eyes glazed over when she realized that he too had the same look of a hunter. 'yes that's the look I've been waiting for.... finally' she thought. She giggled like a love sick teenager then laughed right out over what she just discovered. Not only did they find out that her signature was made with inlaid words but they are going to see the old madam. ' That woman is even worst than I am.' she thought. "Ha ha ha ha.....they are in for a real turn around this time, I have to stop by with a gift for dinner." She drove away without another glance at the detectives knowing full well that they are right where they started and that her mentor will be so pleased with her she just might get the special tools that has been made with the outmost untraceable accuracy. 'WHO SHOULD I EXTERMINATE AS AN APPETIZER' She though looking around with the grin still in place.

As an ordinary person who found herself in another world, Yuna a fanatic reader decided that she is too ordinary and lazy to achieve something big and want to live a leisure and easy live, following the masses and blend in on the new world she found herself in. However, Yuna who thought herself to be quite ordinary tends to accidently create extraordinary things. •Influencing in letting the most feared assassin guild being created •Becoming a legend by creating the most respected Knights •Accidentally led to the establishment of the most devout and pious Temples .......and the list goes on. Yuna who found herself at the centre of it all : "......." Yuna: "I swear I'm only an ordinary person and everything is a mistake! an accident! I don't know anything ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ" Not only that, Yuna also have the knack of attracting all sorts of psychopaths. Psychopath no 1: "I cannot live without you, I won't let you leave me" Psychopath no 2: "You are my God and I am at the mercy of your will" Psychopath no 3: "What do you mean I am free? You are my shackles" Psychopath no 4, 5, 6, 7 : "Master, you cannot abandon us!" Yuna: "Fucking hell, what did I do??? Why Me??? (⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠)" As a person who is always ordinary, Yuna felt overwhelmed in another world that cannot let her be ordinary! _____________________________________________________________________ Assuming a role of an ordinary person in her previous life but adorn the role of either a God's messanger, Pioneer of Light, Guide, a Path or even the God itself..... A fateful and eventful life of Yuna began in another World. [May the Holy Light be with you] ----------------------------------- English is not my first language and I'm sorry for the inconvenience I cause because of it. Thank you all truly for reading and enjoying it despite the lack.

(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!

It's true love when a man who lacks nothing claims to love you. Ugly and poor men are not necessarily more dependable than the tall, rich and handsome ones. The wealthy magnate Wang is as righteous as he is wicked, yet fundamentally he’s extraordinarily arrogant. The grassroots girl, Yan Xixi, accidentally stumbles into his world, one wants to cheat money, the other wants to cheat people, a series of hilarious misunderstandings, simply hysterical. This novel won the first prize in Tencent's original creation competition, originally named "Inconvenient to Live" and is one of the key online works supported by the China Writers Association.

“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.

She schemed to have Brandan marry her, and the price was being overpowered! Iris Harris was overwhelmed and, for the sake of her own life, presented a divorce agreement. Who would have thought she'd be pinned against the wall in the blink of an eye? "What are you trying to do..." she asked in panic. "Do you admit it?" "Yes..." "Do you still dare to divorce?" Iris Harris, tears welling up: "I don't dare!"

The first time Nan Wan saw this man, she knew he had a "sickness," and it was the terminal kind. Coincidentally, she did too. He needed a wife who could help stabilize his career, she needed a husband who could pull her out of hell. He had a criminal record, she had an ex-husband, just perfectly matched. ———— Originally, those disdainful looks gradually turned into envy. ———— One day, a piece of news spread about the beautiful woman of the past passing away, and all the evidence pointed to Mrs. Mu. Everyone speculated that this marriage would come to an end, and even Nan Wan thought so too. However, Mr. Mu said to her, “Wanwan, I need you.” So, the days in prison didn’t seem as unbearable as imagined.

"Titus Zane, since you've done it, you have to bear the consequences!" At the engagement banquet of childhood sweethearts, Titus Zane is drunk. Sitting on the fourth-floor viewing platform, watching the man approaching step by step, she says, Nathan Moore, let's make a deal. If I jump from here and don't die, then let me go... Fine, his emotionless response was a single word, displaying his ruthlessness. Titus Zane smiled, the curve of her lips beautifully tragic and dazzling, slowly spreading her arms, her body leaning backward, leaving only an empty wine glass and a woman's shoe on the platform. Later, someone tells Titus Zane that the mother she trusted most was not her biological mother but a mistress who usurped the position, and the murderer of her biological mother... When the secret is revealed, Titus Zane discovers that her mother's kindness was merely a ploy to obtain her healthy heart... Note: The main characters in this story are emotionally and physically pure. It's a story of torment followed by love, feel free to dive in.

Her ex-boyfriend was snatched by her step-sister. Not only that, she accidentally lost her virginity to him due to her step-sister's schemes. She was nearly confined to her home until he came along. He rescued her from that nightmarish place, if that place can even be called a "home." He, dashing and powerful, seems to have everything. Yet he suffers from an odd illness where he feels nauseated whenever a woman is within three meters of him. She, however, is an exception. From that fateful day on, their paths cross. He strives to win her heart, and she, too, starts to develop feelings for him. But as the story unfolds between the two, her ex-boyfriend's growing mixed feelings and the appearance of his fiancée threaten to put an end to the budding love between them...

The new book "Elder Kinston Has Been Tricked Again" has been published, and everyone is welcome to check it out. It tells the story of the female protagonist's rebirth that shocks the dubbing world, featuring adorable kids and sweet romance! He is a cold and noble business emperor, and there is only one woman he pays attention to. Yet, this woman just looks down on him, trying to find ways to distance herself from him. "The only man you can care about is me." The president's eyes were bright, quite beautiful. She protests! Unfortunately, the protest is ineffective. He loves her but refuses to let her bear their child. Her heart turns to ashes as she resolutely leaves. Six years later, a little girl holding a piggy bank appears before him, "Can you be my temporary daddy for a day? I can give you all my allowance." Temporary daddy? To hell with it, those eyes of hers are exactly like his!

Somewhere between death and memory, she was remade. Pulled from the ashes of a failed expedition, a nameless girl wakes in a place called Solmere Bastion — an alchemical refuge built for the broken and forgotten. With no past but the relic she clutches, she is reborn as Ravine — a name given, not remembered. But the Dead Zone does not let go so easily. Whispers linger. Dreams unravel. The relic she carries is no ordinary pendant — it's a Matron’s Bloom; a sacred object passed only to those meant to carry on a bloodline... or a burden. As Ravine walks the rain-soaked halls of the Bastion, haunted by names that might have once been hers, she must uncover not just who she was — but who she is becoming. Because in this world, alchemy gives nothing for free. To live again is to owe something. And the Gate always comes to collect. Aporia is a slow-burn fantasy of identity, grief, and quiet magic — perfect for fans of lyrical prose, introspective journeys, and stories that linger long after the last page.

Nineteen-year-old Wren Hathaway has survived six years of hell as the pack's wolfless omega—beaten, starved, and tortured by Alpha Corbin Ravencrest's triplet sons who've made her their personal punching bag. Dax breaks her bones. Flynn burns her skin. Kade destroys her spirit with calculated cruelty. She's endured because she knows the truth: the moment she turns eighteen and gets her wolf, she'll run and never look back. But the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor. During her shift ceremony, the mate bond snaps into place—all three Ravencrest heirs are her fated mates. Except they don't feel it. They continue their torment, calling her worthless, throwing her to visiting Alphas as entertainment, not recognizing the bond screaming through her veins. Someone cursed the bond. Someone wants her dead before they discover the truth. When Wren finally escapes to rival territory, her wolf emerges—not the weak creature everyone expected, but something ancient and catastrophic. She's not omega. She's the first Apex Luna in three centuries, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself to balance corrupt Alpha bloodlines. And she's been claimed by a rival Alpha King who's wanted to destroy the Ravencrests for decades. They called her weak. They'll bow to her as Supreme Luna—or burn.

She's the prosecutor who built the case. She's the sister who won't believe it. He's the accused, fighting for his life in a coma. And he's the killer no one suspects. When Elena Harnold is found murdered, prosecutor Samantha Eric arrests her childhood friend Jude Miller. The evidence is overwhelming: his registered gun, his distinctive jacket caught on camera, the victim's watch in his apartment. But Elena's sister Maya sees what the police don't—a pattern too perfect, evidence too convenient, and a trail of bodies that keeps growing even while Jude lies unconscious in a hospital bed. Someone has spent twenty years planning the perfect revenge. Someone who knows all their secrets. Someone they trust completely. A psychological thriller where every chapter reveals a new suspect—and the final twist will shatter everything you thought you knew.

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An unexpected event led her to become pregnant, and after the child was born, he actually sent someone to take her son away. At the top of the cliff, the car was destroyed, and lives were lost. Years later, she returned from abroad, looked at the man before her, and said coldly, "Mr. Mu, even if you offer your entire company, I won't do business with you."

Thea Calloway knew three truths: the mate bond was sacred, family protected you, and Alphas never made mistakes. All three were lies. At eighteen, she felt the bond snap into place—searing, undeniable, divine. Her fated mate was Dane Thornbrook, the youngest Alpha in five generations, destined to unite the Northern packs. But before she could speak, her twin sister Sable whispered the words that destroyed everything: "He's mine." Their parents made the choice instantly. Sable was beautiful, charismatic, perfect. Thea was the awkward spare. When Sable claimed to feel the bond, their father—the pack Beta—forced Thea's silence with a threat: "Speak, and we disown you. Your wolf will die unclaimed." For three years, Thea burned. The mate bond grew stronger daily while Dane remained blind—he couldn't feel it, only Sable's manufactured connection through dark magic. Worse, he despised Thea for reasons she couldn't fathom. When Sable's schemes framed Thea for betraying pack secrets, Dane's judgment was swift: exile or execution. "You've caused my mate nothing but pain," he snarled, alpha command crushing her wolf into submission. "Leave. If you return, I'll kill you myself." Five years later, a rogue attack forces her home. The Alpha she was denied stands tall, married to her sister, still blind to the truth. But Thea isn't the broken girl he exiled. She's survived as a lone wolf, something that should be impossible. And the bond? It's not fading—it's evolving into something the Moon Goddess never intended. When Dane finally feels it—every year of her agony, every moment of her truth—the forbidden desire between them threatens to destroy everything. She was meant to be his Luna. And fate doesn't forgive those who interfere.

Thorne Corvinus didn't want a wife—he wanted an incubator. As Alpha of the Corvinus mafia pack and CEO of a billion-dollar empire, he needed a pureblood heir to satisfy the Pack Council's ultimatum: produce an alpha heir within two years or lose everything to his murderous cousin. Enter Sable Morven—a low-ranking omega from a disgraced pack, so desperate to save her dying younger brother that she signed a contract she barely read. The terms were brutal: marriage in name only, conception via cold clinical encounters, complete submission to Thorne's authority. No mate bond. No love. Just biology and desperation. Their wedding night was her destruction. Thorne took her virginity with mechanical precision in his sterile penthouse, then left her bleeding and alone while he returned to his mistress. When Sable discovered she was pregnant, she foolishly thought the baby might soften him—that maybe the mate bond she felt sparking could be real. Then she overheard the truth: Thorne had his witch doctor suppress their mate bond from the beginning. He'd chosen his sophisticated Beta mistress, Vivienne, years ago. Sable was just convenient omega genetics—disposable once she delivered his heir. Shattered, Sable made an impossible choice. She stole classified pack medical research, faked her death in a car crash, and vanished into the human world—pregnant, alone, and swearing her daughter would never be a pawn in werewolf politics. Six years later, Dr. Sable Morven returns to the supernatural world as a legend. The reclusive "Miracle Doctor" who cures supposedly incurable wolf ailments, commands seven-figure consultation fees, and has every alpha pack begging for her services. She's breathtaking now—refined beauty, lethal intelligence, and an aura of untouchable authority. Her daughter Lyric is hidden, safe, and blissfully unaware her father exists. Then Thorne's world collapses. His empire is crumbling from a mysterious blood curse. His pack is dying. Only one person can save them: the doctor he left for dead six years ago. Now the ruthless Alpha who treated her as breeding stock is on his knees, finally feeling the mate bond he'd suppressed burning him alive. But Sable isn't the broken omega he destroyed. She's the predator now, and he's finally prey.

Vesper Calloway was the perfect doormat wife—frumpy clothes, thick glasses, invisible in every room. She raised their daughter Ivory alone while her husband Quillan built his spirit-tech empire on research she conducted in secret. When she finally gathered courage to tell him she'd discovered how to digitize ghost energy, she found him in their bed with her half-sister Sable. He laughed. "You? A tamer? You can't even see basic spirits." The divorce came with a custody battle. Quillan used his Sanctum connections to prove Vesper "mentally unstable"—her ghost-seeing was labeled delusion. The judge awarded him Ivory. Her own father, Sanctum Elder Thaddeus Calloway, testified against her to protect the family alliance. She left with nothing but shattered faith and forbidden knowledge. Three years later, a mysterious figure called "Nyx" emerges—the phantom genius behind Spectra Corp, revolutionizing spirit-taming with technology the Sanctum can't explain. CEOs beg for contracts. S-rank tamers hunt her identity. Nobody suspects the frumpy ex-wife. When Vesper returns for Ivory, she's unrecognizable: designer clothes, silver hair cascading free, eyes that once begged now command. She crashes Quillan's engagement party with an S-rank digital demon at her fingertips and a corporate empire backing her play. They thought they broke her. She became unbreakable.

"Who here hasn't answered yet?" the teacher smiles crookedly, lounging languidly on his chair. "Oh yeah, how could I forget about you? Ms. Martin, to the blackboard!" "How you've fucked me up, Mr. Gilbert!", I lazily rise from my seat, casting an irritated glance at him. "In every sense of the word!"