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The heavens do not bleed; they burn. When the King of the Skies lost his heart to the earth, his grief shattered the mortal realm. But he did not seek a replacement, he sought a vessel. With a roar of thunder, he reached down and pressed a silver brand into the skin of a newborn babe, a mark that would pulse with a fevered heat as she grew, a constant, aching reminder that her body was never truly her own. For years, she lived as a ghost, an untouchable prize for a God who had not yet come to collect. She was an outcast in a village that feared the storm in her blood, unaware that the mark on her waist was a bridge between her skin and his divine hunger. But the Sky is not the only power that watches her. While the King waited in the heights for his harvest of fire, another voice whispered secrets of bone and blood into her ear. While the world threw stones, she learned the language of the roots and the hidden, thrumming rhythm of her own desire. Now, the child of the storm has grown. She carries the emerald mercy of a healer in her palms and the violet wrath of a God in her veins. She has stepped out of the cage of her childhood and into a realm where her presence is a spark in a room full of powder. She was born to be a sacrifice. She was raised to be a bride. But as the silver mark on her skin begins to burn with a new, predatory intensity, she realizes the King doesn't just want her soul. He wants the woman she has become. The King is watching. His patience is fraying. And the lightning is coming.

I watched as Dad looked at me with some kind of angered expression, as usual he believes her.  " Fiona, how many times do i have to tell you to have some respect for my wife? Whether you like it or not she's now your mother. Is this a way to treat your mother"?  "She can never be my mother, she doesn't even have the qualities of being a mother. Why do you always side with her? Can't you see the way she's treating me"?  "Enough Fiona"!!! "You promised mom that you'd always love me and take care of me, but I'm a slave in my own father's house"!! "Hey, don't try to manipulate my husband, what you did was wrong and you expect me not to caution you? Go to your room" I just watched as Dad expression fell, she was manipulating him and turning him against his own daughter.  "You heard her Fiona, go to your room".

Adrift and unfocused, Ari Williams is haunted by everything in her past she can’t change - her lonely childhood, her parents’ deaths, and her alienation from the world. One night, a mysterious stranger contacts her, claiming he can give her information about the night her parents died - in exchange for her help. Desperate for answers, she agrees. She is instantly immersed in a world of intrigue and deceit as she finds herself at the center of a struggle for power. Blinded by manipulation from all sides and not sure who she can trust, she quickly learns that nothing in her life is what it seems. As she is forced to confront a new reality, questions are raised that she’s not sure she’s prepared to answer: Why were her parents killed? What is the true nature of right and wrong? And how far is she willing to go in her pursuit of the truth? The only things she knows for certain is that the only person she can rely on is herself - and that no matter which side she chooses, blood will be spilled. Ariadne’s Thread is a thriller about identity, betrayal, and the power of forging your own path.

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance

"Si—Miles," she said, a soft clink following. "I need help with the seatbelt." Miles swallowed.  "I'm sorry, sir. I'm not used to this type." she said. He inhaled and faced her. The equalizer reflected across her face. Her dress had ridden higher, thighs more visible. He leaned, body over hers, her scent closer.  She stiffened as Miles deliberately ran his hand along the buckle slowly, curious at her reaction. He turned and met her eyes. Confusion and questions stirring in them.  Her lips—soft, full, impossibly tempting. ** Maria thought surviving her manipulative boyfriend and boss was her biggest challenge—until she met Miles. The company’s CEO. Daniel’s older brother. The man who sees her brilliance… and her. What begins as a professional meeting quickly turns into a dangerous tension neither of them is prepared for. Miles is drawn to Maria’s mind as much as her presence, while Maria finds herself caught between ambition, desire, and the unsettling realization that she’s no longer invisible. But office politics, buried rivalries, and Daniel’s possessive control threaten to destroy everything before it can begin. Because wanting your boss is risky. Wanting the wrong brother? That’s a scandal waiting to happen.

A neglected and oppressed young man in real life suddenly finds himself in a mysterious world from an old book, embodied in the powerful and fearsome character of Eilan, king of the kingdom of Valimar… But the book’s ending points to Eilan’s downfall—will the young man be able to change his fate?

Jeanne Weels is just a 22-year-old woman—an ordinary bank teller who only wants a quiet life. But everything falls apart when she becomes trapped in a deadly time loop. Each time her life is taken, Jeanne wakes up to the very same morning again—carrying memories of pain that hasn’t even had the chance to fade. In the midst of despair, she encounters an eccentric Special Detective Unit, along with a shadowy world of crime and occult organizations lurking beneath the surface. To break the curse, Jeanne must confront the trauma of her past and accept the fate she hates most: becoming a detective. Can Jeanne save the people she loves, or will she remain forever isolated—trapped in the endless echo of death?

Falling in love with a broken boy wasn’t part of my plan this year. Okay… maybe falling in love was. I’m seventeen. It was bound to happen, right? But no one warned me it would be this fast. Or that it would be him. Kang Jisoo . the boy who sits by the window, sleeps through class, and looks at the world like it already disappointed him. I didn’t mean to care. I didn’t mean to notice the bruises. I definitely didn’t mean to fall for someone who looks like he’s already given up on being saved. And yet… here I am. Falling first. ******** I don’t need saving. People see what they want , a quiet boy, a bad temper, rumors that follow me down every hallway of Seoul’s most prestigious high school. They don’t see the nights I don’t sleep. They don’t see the things I’m trying to outrun. Then she walks into my life. Too soft. Too kind. Too bright for someone like me. Sera smiles at me like I’m not already shattered. And that’s the problem. Because I don’t fall in love. But if I ever did… It wouldn’t be halfway. Because loving someone means protecting them, and I can't even protect myself let alone protect her from me. ******** In a prestigious Seoul high school where silence hides bruises and secrets linger in locker rooms and stairwells, two wounded hearts begin a slow-burning love story no one sees coming. Sera falls first. Jisoo falls harder. What begins with shared notes and hesitant glances soon turns into something deeper , something fragile, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. But this school has shadows. Stalkers who watch too closely. Rumors that spread like wildfire. And truths that refuse to stay buried. Sera thought she had moved on. She was wrong. Because loving someone who is still breaking means risking your own heart in the process. And when love and fear finally collide, Will they choose each other? Or will the truth destroy them before they even get the chance?

At the last attempt for peace, Ophelia Valthorn is sacrificed by her ruthless stepfather, Joel Valthorn, to marry the feared Lord Dante Hastings. Ophelia is torn away from her sick brother, whom she loves dearly, and taken across enemy lands, where her every move is scrutinised, and every glance filled with hatred. Dante and Ophelia are guarded against each other until the rise of assassinations and whispers of betrayal within each family forces them to lean on each other. As Ophelia adapts to her new life, she discovers a curse which torments her husband. It is a curse which threatens not only the truce but Ophelia’s life. Will Ophelia flee before war breaks out again, or help Dante break free of the curse?

Aoyama Nagi is a poor girl scraping by on odd jobs while caring for her critically ill mother. Living in hiding, neither of them realizes that the powerful Kokuryu-gumi clan has been watching them for a long time. The clan believes Nagi is the heir to the Kokuryu ancestral spirit: Mizuchi, an ancient force said to awaken at the edge between life and death. Eventually, Nagi is taken by force and dragged back into the executioners’ shadowed world. She is left with a single choice: submit to them or destroy the legacy that has already taken everything from her. ⛔️ “STRICTLY PROHIBITED to copy or reproduce any part or all of this work without the author’s permission.” ⛔️

I’m your average girl—well, *was*—who spends most of her days buried in CEO romance novels. Yeah, I know, *so cliche*, right? But hey, we all have our guilty pleasures. So, what about work, you ask? Well, my job made it easy to read the day away as long as I got my tasks done by the end of the day. Sounds perfect, right? Simple, right? Well, that's because I was a librarian. *Past tense.* Why? Because some arrogant, narcissistic jerk gets me fired. Why? Apparently, I didn’t notice him walking up to the counter because I was too busy getting lost in my latest book. Now, you’d think any *normal* person would just tap me on the shoulder and say, “Excuse me.” But no, this guy *decides* to get me fired. Rude? Oh, you bet. But that’s not even the worst part. Oh, no. The real problem started when I decided to get my revenge. That’s when I got tangled up with him… in more ways than one. Now, not only am I working for this narcissistic jerk, but I’m doing it undercover. Why? Because apparently, he has an issue with women working for him... especially when things get *too close* in the sheets. (Yeah, you *get* where this is going.) So, I’m pretending to be a man. Why? Because I need the job. It’s high-paying, and it’s my ticket out of my miserable, *pathetic* life. I mean, revenge is great and all, but I’ve got bills to pay. Money’s my new love, and there’s no way I’m letting some petty rivalry get in the way of it. The tricky part? Balancing my need for cash with the fear of being exposed. I’ve got two huge secrets: one, I’m the woman who shared the sheets with him. And two? I’m a woman, disguised as a man, and praying every day that my cover doesn’t blow. One wrong move, and my entire life—my job, my reputation, my *revenge*—could come crashing down. So, yeah, no pressure. But hey, what’s life without a little drama, right? Right."

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.

In New York, where corporations have completely replaced the state, and a human being is worth exactly as much as their blood and organs, 27-year-old barista Ethan Hitcher lives as invisibly as possible.
His only weakness is a girl named Mari,a street artist who still believes that paintings can wake someone up. One night a drunk heir to a corporation kills Mari right in front of Ethan.
The murder is officially recorded as an “accident”.
Society rages for three days. Then,silence.
Ethan is offered $5,000 and a nondisclosure agreement.
He refuses. Now Ethan begins, methodically and without unnecessary noise, to break the system from the inside, using its own rules and loopholes.
But most importantly,he is an ordinary person, and they are vampires… Charters art inst: viloyart

Juno is a twenty-one-year old memory extractor for the Memory Market, a secretive business operating within Skyfell’s underground black-market network, the Underground Exchange. There, clients pay a steep price for access to the stolen memories of their targets. Above ground, the State Ascendancy promotes Urban Renewal 2.0, a sweeping implant initiative promising safety, efficiency, and progress across the city's districts. But during a routine extraction, Juno uncovers a memory that hints at something far darker beneath the program’s polished façade. The job leads her to an unexpected encounter with an ex-corporate, who helps her begin unraveling the deeper meaning hidden within the stolen data.

She was sold like cattle. Now the monsters are bidding for her blood. ~ Lilith Brooks has always been the family disgrace; daughter of scandal, sister to the wanted daughter. When her mother dies and the only boy she ever loved betrays her, she vows never to beg for love again. But on the night she finally wins, fame, money, a taste of freedom but her family sells her into a nightmare. A supernatural auction. A realm ruled by wolves. And a man who buys her like property. Vladimir Dragunov is the Wintercrest Alpha, the feared ruler of the Lycan realm and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne soaked in blood, the last thing he needs is a defiant 'human' girl with a mouth as sharp as her mind and a humor darker than his past. But Lilith isn’t just anyone. She bears the Lunar Crest, a mark that could save or doom them all. When Kustav Volkov, an Alpha whose cursed blood runs in Lilith’s veins, comes to claim her as kin, Vladimir offers her a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection… or be torn apart by the wolves because of lycan laws. But as enemies battle, conspiracies are woven, legacies burn, and forbidden attraction ignites, their marriage of convenience becomes anything but convenient. But someone from Lilith’s past refuses to accept defeat for he once knew her body… and now wants her soul. --- Excerpt He cut me off. “If it were your mother…” I froze, the words withering on my lips. He pushed on. “If it was your mother she tossed around like a rag doll…” He brought his face down, those beautiful analytical eyes boring into me. His head descended farther with the precision of a predator that knew its prey would never bolt. He knew that—whether because of pride or crippling fear—I would let his breath ghost against my face. His head didn’t just dip, it closed in, deliberate, each inch stolen. Cold pine and iron seeped into my lungs until breathing felt like permission I hadn’t given. My pulse lurched, and my skin prickled with something I hated to name. His proximity tangled danger with an ache I didn’t want to acknowledge. His voice dropped, brushing my ear—not soft, not harsh, but in that dangerous middle ground where you couldn’t tell if the next sound would be a whisper or a shot. “If I had a gun to her head, you would have acted. You wouldn’t weigh the risks in your head—you would move, shift, anything, even if it meant she would still be harmed… or die.” The timbre of his words thrummed through me, pulling heat to places it didn’t belong. “For a sliver of a chance she might survive, you would do something. Still, you refuse to move—you make excuses, you let your past bind you…” His head crept lower until he was right at my ear, his breath curling along the shell in a way that made my knees want to betray me. “Yet… you want to destroy an Alpha. Have him brought down to his knees." *** Dark Fantasy Romance Possessive ML Angst Rival love interest but no love triangle High stakes drama High sexual tension Smut(Of Course)

When the sky over the Land of Dawn burns blue, every warrior knows what it means. The Celestial Nexus has awakened. Once every century, the Nexus chooses five champions from each kingdom fighters, mages, marksmen, assassins, and guardians forcing them into a sacred battlefield where only one kingdom survives. Towers must fall. Jungle beasts must be slain. The Ancient Core must be protected at all costs. But this awakening feels different. Freya, the Valkyrie of Moniyan, has spent her life fighting for justice. Marked by divine power and bound by duty, she is chosen as one of the Five. To her people, she is hope. To her enemies, she is destruction. Alucard never believed in destiny. A demon hunter forged by tragedy, he fights not for glory but for vengeance. When the Nexus brands him as a champion, he knows something is wrong. The power pulsing beneath the battlefield is darker than any demon he has ever faced. As kingdoms mobilize their strongest warriors brilliant mages wielding forbidden spells, deadly marksmen with unerring aim, ruthless junglers who rule the wilds the war begins. But the rules of the Nexus are changing. The towers bleed corruption. The jungle monsters evolve. The Ancient Core whispers secrets no one was meant to hear. And beneath the arena, something ancient is waking. Bound by fate yet divided by secrets, Freya and Alucard must lead their team through brutal battles, political betrayal, and a war that stretches beyond the battlefield itself. Because this time, the Nexus is not simply choosing a winner. It is choosing who will survive the end of the world. In a game where legends are born… Some will rise. Some will fall. And some will break the system entirely.

He killed her father. She vowed to kill him. General Cassian Varro secured the throne with a single execution. Nyxara Kahem lost everything in that same moment. But instead of exiling her, Cassian keeps her close under his roof, under his protection, under his control. When rebellion threatens to tear the kingdom apart, the council demands a political union. Marriage is the only way to silence the south. Hatred becomes proximity. Proximity becomes tension. And tension becomes something neither of them can afford. Nyxara carries a power older than the throne itself. Cassian is immune to it. In a palace built on blood and strategy, love is not weakness. It is war.

A blindfolded woman. A captor who speaks calmly to the camera. And a video the whole world can’t stop watching. Late one night, a disturbing clip goes viral—showing a young woman tied up, her captor’s voice echoing in the dark. While the internet debates whether it’s real, her boyfriend reports her missing. The victim is Mitra, a software engineer and small-time social activist… and the key witness in an unresolved kidnapping from two weeks earlier. Trapped and threatened, Mitra refuses to break. Instead, she engages her captor—who calls himself Sashi—in a dangerous psychological battle of truth and lies, probing into his secrets as he digs into hers. As Vishal races against time to find her, Sashi releases more videos to the public. Each one is a twisted interrogation. Each one paints Mitra not as a simple victim—but as a guilty person with a hidden past. The clues lead back twelve years, to a quiet town, a brutal murder, and a past neither Mitra nor Vishal ever escaped. This is not just the story of a kidnapping. It is the unraveling of a chain of murders spanning more than a decade—and an obsession that was waiting to be exposed. When the truth finally surfaces, who will be left standing?

Jade was nothing but a mocked student in oversized hoodies until she agreed to help her trainer with last-minute gym inventory on New Year’s Eve. However, a single mistake—sending a private video to the wrong contact—shatters her life in seconds. Publicly humiliated at a New Year’s party, betrayed by her boyfriend as part of a cruel bet, Jade stood drenched in filth and laughter, stripped of dignity in front of the entire school, until the Alpha Triplets arrived. And with it, a ruthless bond shackled her to all three, as well as revealing she was the lost daughter of the Lycan King. The Alpha Triplets, known for their coldness and brutality, searched for their mates to break their feral curse before their 25th birthday. But when they found their mate in the form of a weak, frail girl, disdain was all she got. With a new identity and a transformation in her life, Jade is tossed into deadly Lycan politics, brutal mate bonds, a fourth bond, a throne soaked in blood, and an attraction from the Rogue King himself. What will she do when she discovers not everything is as it seems? How will Jade survive the chaos that follows in her quest to win the Lunar Crown Student of the Year and evade the dangerous love of her fourth mate, now turned enemy, who sought out her heart? Four Alphas. One girl. And Fate's Twisted Game of Love and Power.

She had spent more than 10 years of her life working hard to make her dream of opening her very own restaurant, only to die on the die of the opening. How tragic can her life be?! When she opened her eyes again to see she was reborn into the body of a little girl, she thought she had thought the heavens felt pity for her unfortunate life, but it turns out their pity was so humiliating. Why did she have to be reincarnated as the unloved false daughter of a lecherous king destined to die in a foreign land? No, she has to escape to change her fate! But how can she ever escape from the heavily guarded cold palace?