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Spaceships. Orbital stations. Virtual worlds. Incomprehensible aliens. A pan-galactic society where humanity is a minority. Humanoid robots. Artificial intelligences. Journeys beyond the universe. Time travel. Psi powers. Space battles. Distant gods. Video games. Servers where one can live their afterlife. Utopian societies. The Blind Gods have all this and more.

In the world of Pinnacle, bloodlines rule, hybrids are hunted, and princesses are silenced. Solace is all three and when she declares, "I am a Hybrid," everything changes. Kingdoms crumble, secrets unravel, and rebellion ignites. As she fights to survive, challenge tradition, and unite the hidden, Solace must navigate power, politics, and the cost of freedom in a world built on control. Kingdoms revolve around single bloodline powers: fire, telekinesis, shadows shaping culture, armies, and politics. Mixing bloodlines is forbidden. exceptional princesses may train, but most are pawns. Across continents, power differs: Elemental Dominion (earth, water, fire, air), Psychic Powers (telekinesis, foresight, illusions), Physical Augmentation (strength, speed, transformation), Mystical Manipulation (shadows, healing, dreamwalking). Monarchs inherit authority; Sovereigns earn it through strength, skill, and loyalty. Her rebellion sparks a new era, proving hybrids are not curses but symbols of freedom. In a world ruled by blood, power, and legacy, only the daring can change everything.

(Yandere!princes x reader) When (Y/N) finally returns to Earth, she expects to find a rebuilt world where her people can thrive. Little does she know, five princes are ready to do anything to get her, even kill and hurt her people. Where love is religion and mistakes lead to death, can (Y/N) really escape with her people? Or is she too far gone?

"Your boyfriend's death wasn't an accident, Miss Chen. But some things are better left buried." Aria Chen's world shattered the night she got the call. Her boyfriend, Daniel—kind, bright Daniel—was found dead at Blackwood University under "suspicious circumstances" that police quickly ruled accidental. But Aria knows better. Daniel's final voicemail, cut off mid-sentence with sounds of a fight, haunts her every night. Six months later, she transfers to Blackwood under a false name, determined to uncover what really happened. What she doesn't expect is Damien Cross—the devastatingly beautiful, cold-as-ice criminal psychology major who seems to know more than he's saying. He's brilliant, dangerous, and totally off-limits. Especially since he's still with his love, the beautiful but unsettling Victoria Ashford. When Aria learns Damien is conducting his own investigation into Daniel's death, they form an uneasy alliance. Together, they peel back layers of lies, corruption, and obsession at Blackwood's clean surface. But as they get closer to the truth, someone is watching. Someone who's already killed once. And this time, Damien is the goal. In a race against time, Aria must choose: get justice for the man she lost, or save the guy she's falling for. Because Victoria's obsession runs deeper and deadlier than anyone thought, and she won't let Damien go—even if it means burning everything to the ground. Some loves are worth dying for. Some secrets are worth killing for.

What would you do if one day you discovered that everything you had built your life upon was a lie? And even after adapting… what if you lost everything again? Justice would be the only thing left to seek. But what if, while chasing that justice, you died—only to learn that another soul would take your place? Or imagine this: dissatisfied with your own life, you suffer an accident and wake up in another era, in another body, carrying memories that are not entirely yours. Would you finish the mission of the one who lived before you? Would you shape destiny as a hero of a different time? In a world not your own, with a life not originally yours… How to become a hero in other times?

After her grandfather's death, Bai Hanyun was disowned by her parents and cast out of the Bai family. With nowhere else to go, she left the city and returned to the countryside. There, by a twist of fate, she discovered an antique mirror hidden in the basement of her newly purchased home. From that moment on, strange events began to unfold—until one day, she stumbled upon a prayer from a young general. Feng Xiyan, besieged by the Yuezhi Tribe and betrayed by the imperial court, had been driven into a desperate corner. With no access to water, food, or medicine, he and the citizens of Xiqiang City could do nothing but await death. But just as all hope seemed lost, Heaven intervened. From that moment on, the Feng Army and the people of Xiqiang City had enough food and water, living lives more prosperous than even the Emperor himself.

With the weight of several worlds on her shoulders as a prophetess in the making, Zory has no interest in being slowed down by anything or anyone. When the number of targets on her back shifts from growing by the day to rising by the hour, her people quickly prove they're ready to start pulling some of the most ridiculous stunts of all time to protect her. She isn't the only one being haunted by her past lives as a phoenix and the only man who can truly understand can't seem to get her to level with him for so much as a second. With both her life and her legacy repeatedly on the line, Zory isn't interested in playing by anyone's rules but her own. With a new war on the horizon and unprecedented powers at her disposal, Zory feels obligated to stick to her guns on being the first line of defense in Zayin. As the bodies pile up around her, will she have it in her to stop a war faster than she may end up starting one? In a battle royale of seers from higher classes of beings, it doesn't help when the supernatural, paranormal and mythical beings under her jurisdiction as a proxy know so very little about life beyond their own world. The fact that the man who claims she's the love of his every life doesn't know how to take no for an answer isn't helping anything either.

The Valehart estate was a garden of silver lilies. Every petal gleamed like moonlight on steel, every step echoed grace and silence — exactly as the house demanded. For centuries, House Valehart had been the Empire’s diplomats, the voice that soothed where others shouted. They were the noble house of peace and polish — the masters of negotiation, the Empire’s silver tongue. But Serene Valehart had always felt wrong in her own home. When her cousins practiced curtsies, she watched the guards spar in the courtyard, her eyes tracing every swing of the blade. When her tutors recited the laws of diplomacy, she memorized them — then imagined how to parry each argument as if it were an attack. She excelled in every lesson. Her words were soft, her steps measured, her smile flawless. She was the perfect daughter of a perfect house. But that wasn’t the only her. --- When the manor slept, Serene crept into the old forge behind the eastern gardens — a place half-swallowed by ivy and shadow. Once, it had been used to craft ornamental blades for noble ceremonies. Now, it was forgotten — quiet, cold, alive only with the scent of soot and iron. Old Joren, the blacksmith, never told on her. He simply watched as she stood beside him, eyes bright with something fierce and unspoken. “Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked once, when a spark leapt and burned his arm. “Every strike leaves a mark,” he said with a faint smile. “That’s how you know it’s becoming something.” Serene touched the glowing metal, feeling its warmth pulse through her skin. > “Then I’ll learn to take the marks,” she whispered. --- Years passed. The silver lilies bloomed each spring, and the Valehart daughter grew into the image her family had crafted — calm, articulate, unblemished. She spoke with grace that silenced rooms, smiled in ways that ended arguments, and bowed with elegance that won peace. Yet beneath her silk gloves were faint scars — pale lines across her palms, hidden proof of who she truly was. So when the Royal Knight Academy sent its call for new initiates, when noble daughters dreamt of betrothals and noble sons of command — Serene Valehart packed her sword instead. Her father called it folly. Her mother said nothing — only tied her daughter’s braid with a silver ribbon and whispered, “Keep your balance, my dear.” The morning she left, the manor was silent. The lilies swayed in the wind as if bowing farewell. At the gate, Serene looked back once. The marble walls glimmered under sunlight, perfect and distant — the prison she’d once called home. She stepped into the carriage, her blade resting across her knees. > Grace is might unseen. That was the Valehart creed. She had lived by it all her life. Now, she would show them what it truly meant. The carriage wheels turned. The estate faded into the morning haze. And softly, as the road stretched before her, Serene whispered — > “Even lilies bleed.”

For seven years, Isla Morven loved a man made from ice. She married Alpha Dante Blackthorn thinking her devotion could thaw his frozen heart. She gave him everything—her youth, her loyalty, her body broken twice in childbirth. She even threw herself between him and an assassin's silver blade, nearly dying to save the man who couldn't meet her eyes at their own mating ceremony. But the ice never melted. Not when she bore their daughter. Not when she almost bled out having their son. Not even in the dark when he took her body with clinical precision, as if fulfilling a duty. Isla told herself it was enough. That being Luna of the Blackthorn Pack, raising their cubs, standing beside him—that was love. Until the night she followed her husband's smell to the forest edge and found him rutting against another woman, his mistress's heat pheromones thick in the air, his face alive with passion he'd never shown his wife. Her world shattered totally when her five-year-old son—the boy she'd carried through a nightmare pregnancy, the child she'd sung to sleep every night—ran past her to that woman and cried, "Mommy! Daddy said you'd come back!" Seven years of commitment. Two children. One near-death sacrifice. And Isla was nothing but a free babysitter they'd suffer until the real family could be together. The Moon Goddess had a cruel sense of humor, but Isla Morven was done being the joke. She refused the bond, walked away from the pack that never wanted her, and disappeared into the night with only her daughter's hand in hers. Three years later, Isla has become someone unknown. CEO of her own company, secret heir to the ancient Morven bloodline, surrounded by power and people who truly value her. She's growing. She's happy. She's found a man who looks at her like she hung the moon—Caden Rivers, the rival Alpha who's spent three years showing she deserves to be worshipped. But Dante Blackthorn has finally woken up. His perfect lady showed her true colors. His son cries for the mother who left. His pack is breaking without the Luna who held it together. And the mate bond he ignored for seven years is now an open wound he can't live. He wants her back. He needs her back. He'll kill anyone who stands in his way—including the man who's giving Isla everything Dante was too blind to offer. Too bad for him. Isla Morven isn't the naive girl who married him anymore. She's the wolf who learned to bite back.

Blurb: "He was killed. I know it. And I won't rest until I prove it." Six months ago, Skylar Bennett's world shattered when her boyfriend, James Chen, was found dead at Ashwood University—officially ruled a suicide. But Skylar knows better. James would never take his own life. He had dreams, plans, a future with her. Transferring to Ashwood to find solutions, Skylar expects resistance. What she doesn't expect is Damon Cross—James's best friend, a moody architecture major with storm-gray eyes and a wall of ice around his heart. Or his girlfriend, the beautiful and seemingly perfect Celeste Morgan, who offers pity that feels just a little too rehearsed. As Skylar looks deeper into James's final days, she and Damon form an uneasy alliance, both haunted by the same questions. But the closer they get to the truth, the more dangerous their investigation becomes. Someone is watching. Someone is threatened by what they might discover. When proof points to the last person either of them suspected, Skylar finds herself in a deadly game where the killer will stop at nothing to keep the truth buried—even if it means adding two more bodies to the count. In a race against time and a murderer's passion, Skylar must choose: let grief consume her, or let love save her. Because sometimes the only way to respect the dead is to fight like hell for the living.

"Thirteen innocents must die for one guilty soul." Detective Sienna Cross has seen her share of darkness, but nothing prepared her for this—a chilling manifesto given in blood at the city's most high-profile crime scene. As bodies pile up, each victim seemingly unconnected, Sienna races against time to understand a killer's twisted logic. But her investigation collides with chaos when her childhood best friend Maya becomes the personal bodyguard for Celeste Moreau—a firebrand feminist activist whose national tour has sparked violent protests and death threats. What should be two separate cases becomes a nightmare when Sienna learns the victims all share one terrible secret: they were complicit in a crime that destroyed countless lives, including someone Maya and Sienna both knew. Enter Damien Kade—the enigmatic CEO of Luxe Security, the elite company protecting Celeste. Cold, calculating, and carrying secrets darker than the cases Sienna examines, Damien becomes both her most valuable ally and her most dangerous distraction. He knows more about the killings than he should, and his obsessive interest in Sienna goes beyond professional courtesy. As the body count hits thirteen and the final victim's identity is revealed, Sienna must face a devastating truth: the line between detective and accomplice, between justice and murder, is thinner than she ever imagined. And the person she's been hunting might be the person she's been protecting all along. Sometimes the deadliest weapon isn't a gun—it's the truth you've been running from your entire life.

When Oleksandr Motuzenko, a Ukrainian high school senior, wins a one-year scholarship to study in South Korea, he expects a fun, easy exchange year — a break before university. Instead, he’s thrown into a whirlwind of culture shock, fame, music, and complicated feelings. Between joining a student band, falling for someone he shouldn’t, and navigating rivalries and heartbreak, Oleksandr learns that being fine isn’t about keeping it together — it’s about learning who you are when everything’s falling apart.

In "Beyond the Crown", a tale of secrets, passion, and power unfolds in a world of opulent splendor, where a coterie of ladies-in-waiting navigate the treacherous waters of courtly life, entwining their lives with those above them, and becoming embroiled in the intricate dance of intrigue, loyalty, desire and love.

She fell into a world of beasts. They fell for her. Michelle never believed in fate—until a freak storm rips through dimensions and hurls her into a savage world where powerful beast-men rule and human females are extinct. Alone, terrified, and attacked by feral monsters within minutes of arrival, she's rescued by the last creature she expected: a massive black dragon who transforms into the most devastatingly handsome and possessive man she's ever seen. But Michelle isn't the helpless prize he expects. She's a mechanical engineer with survival skills, stubborn independence, and zero tolerance for being owned. When she cooks food, purifies water, and treats the wounded with knowledge the Beast-world has never seen, she proves her value goes far beyond being female. Then the others come. One by one, soul-marks appear. Eight powerful alphas, eight different tribes, all bound to one human woman. But Michelle discovers a terrible truth: she's not just rare—she's prophesied. Her ability to purify corrupted beast cores makes her the key to saving civilization from the Feral King, an ancient dragon bent on destroying everything. As political enemies hunt her, corruption spreads like plague, and her eight mates struggle to share her heart, Michelle must make the impossible choice. #Reverse romance #Fated mates #Slow burn #Found family #Epic fantasy world-building

When Natasha Romanoff notices that she is starting to develop feelings for Wanda Maximoff, she doesn't want to admit to herself. "Love is for children." Is what the Red Room taught her over and over again. Natasha Romanoff makes the decision that is probably just sexual tension and if she has a good time with Wanda Maximoff, it will all be out of her system. After the results of the Red Room and more importantly meeting Wanda Maximoff. Natasha Romanoff is forced to take another look at the emotions she is feeling for the Scarlet Witch.

“You are the centre of my world.” Miko’s whisper made me tremble. “You have me now, you are not alone anymore. I will protect you unconditionally. Lean on me a little more.” I wanted to, I ached to lose myself in him, but my heart, no, my dream was on the line. Could I survive loving him? I once had a dream- to be a rockstar, an idol. Fame seduced me each night I lay down. When it came, I grabbed its hand and never wanted to let go. What I didn’t expect was who this dream came with. Miko. The love of my life, the person who destroyed me and put me back in place. The person whom I shattered for when he called me beautiful. The person I cannot breathe without. The one person in this world whom I belong to. He saw me, touched me in the deepest parts of me I didn't know existed, and loved all of me. I was too scared to turn towards him; how could it be possible for a person to love someone like this? Enough to risk their deepest desire? All we ever wanted was to love each other. But the world wasn’t ready for us. Or was it me who wasn’t ready for him? *This is a work of fiction BL love story. It's a slow burn, characters are not perfect and this is purely a fictional, not perfect world. *All copyrights of the cover belong to the owner.

ORIGINAL STORY THIS BOOK IS VERY SENSITIVE | DON'T READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS FOR : •SELFHARM •DEPRESSION •SEX •DETAILED (Body&reality) A teenager named Noxan who is traumatized and addicted, is obsessed with Sylas in every way he wants to get as much of him as he can

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!

Shards of the Forgotten Halo The war that ended the world did not kill humanity—it buried it. Beneath the ruined earth, five vast sectors keep the last survivors alive in darkness, ruled by immortals who wear the names of gods. They do not need chains to keep their subjects quiet; they erase memory, they twist faith, they dim the very idea of hope. Even the sun, once a symbol of life, is no more than a forbidden myth. In the lowest sector, where cruelty is currency and survival is the only prayer, a girl is born who should not exist. Her skin carries warmth in a world without light, a mark that makes her a target before she can walk. She grows sharp where others break, clever where others despair—fighting only to keep herself alive. Yet the deeper she looks at the world around her, the more she begins to see the cracks in the cage. Guided by fragments of forgotten stories and scarred by unbearable loss, she learns what others have forgotten: survival is not enough. There are truths buried deeper than the Pits, older than the so-called gods, and their return begins with her. Because even in a world without a sun, belief is fire. And once lit, it will burn.