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In the village of Oakhaven, you held your heart with your hands. Everyone carries a flickering candle, a tiny, glowing heartbeat held in a glass lantern. Eira’s light is steady, a cheerful lemon-yellow flame that matches her quiet, uncomplicated life. But at the edge of the village, was a raging river that never froze in winter. To the rest of the village, it was the place where the lights went out. However to Eira, it was the only place in the world where she thought she would feel free. The river wasn't the only one the village kept at a distance. There was a boy named Soren, whose presence felt like a draft in a sealed room. People whispered that his wick was black because his heart is charred. While other children boasted about their flames of vibrant scarlet and gold, Soren's lantern held a cold, violet light that looked like it would go out in an instant. Yet, as Eira uncovers the pieces of Soren's past, she realizes his fire isn't dying because he is bad. It’s dying because he’s been left out alone in the rain for too long.

I am the only son of the Dukes of Connaught and Strathearn, and the grandson of Her Majesty Queen Victoria of the British Empire. Now, in the name and honor of the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, I swear upon my life to witness and safeguard the rise of this land — to unite all the people of Australia and New Zealand under one new name, and to watch our destiny unfold together. Long live Australasia! A tale of royal legacy, ambition, and the birth of a new empire at the edge of the world. Australasia novel, historical fiction, British Empire story, Queen Victoria descendant, royal alternate history, Australia rise, New Zealand union, time of empires, colonial historical drama, House of Saxe Coburg Gotha, royal family saga, Australasia unification, Victorian era story, alternate history novel, British royalty fiction, imperial expansion novel

Jacobo Milagros Nazarion leads a found-family crew through a world that has forgotten the oldest truth. As cults rise and miracles bloom like rot in the cracks of cities, each step drags their sins into the light. Then the sky begins to shift, as if it’s trying to remember what everyone was forced to forget. (also uploading on royal road with the same name RuinBorn)

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A modern-day foodie finds herself in the depths of the imperial palace, a mere invisible at the bottom of the hierarchy, but luckily, the food there isn't half bad, and she could make do. Who would have thought that those women were so fond of drama, bouncing around for no good reason? Well, then, no need for civility—was she supposed to steam buns instead of vying for favor?! In her first year in the palace, she was neither favored nor pampered! She was bullied! In her Nth year in the palace, she reigned supreme over The Six Palaces! Yet she became the thorn in everyone's side! A Favored Consort who doesn't aspire to become the Empress is no good chef! And since the Emperor must have a main wife, then why not her?! Who said an emperor's heart was heartless? She was determined to become the apple of the emperor's eye! Battling mean girls, capturing the heart of the Emperor, having children, Xia Ruqing thus embarked on a relentless journey of struggle within the imperial palace! [Reader group: 362627942, I'll be waiting for you here~]

The famed War King set his sights on a simple farmer's daughter, not hesitating to keep himself pure as he engaged in nurturing her. Everyone thought that Sikong Mo, the War King, was destined to be a bachelor for life, but unexpectedly, news came that the renowned War King was to be wed, and his bride was to be a mere farmer's daughter. The daughters of the rich and noble roared in outrage, "Why her?" Sikong Mo appeared silently, "Because I said so." Born of wealthy parents, she was abandoned by them once again, replaced and poisoned, but fate did not forsake her, allowing her to cling stubbornly to life. Sikong Mo, "I empathize with you, we are a match made in heaven." Ye Jiu, "No, no, no, we are not the same. I have the Golden Finger, helping me reach the pinnacle of life." Sikong Mo, "Hmm? Have you forgotten who gave you that Golden Finger?" Ye Jiu deflated a bit guiltily, and slipped away. With Plane Space at hand, wealth throughout the world is unparalleled.

Her uncle indifferent, her fiancé unfaithful, and the very aunt she regarded as her own mother sold her to a merchant to be a concubine for two hundred thousand taels of silver, thoroughly ruining her life. Having been reborn and having survived life and death trials, Lian Yueyao vowed never to let anyone control her destiny again. This time, she would protect her loved ones who cared for her and carve out a splendid future for herself with her own hands. June's readers group: 97058970, everyone is welcome to join. June’s completed novel: "Rebirth: The Soft-hearted."

She was reborn in the 1970s, when there were no mobile phones or TVs, people lived in poverty and marriages were arranged by families. He, the wealthy and powerful head of the regiment, who governed the local army, helped her join the army so that her family would no longer be bullied and could live a good life. And Suddenly, he proposed marraiage to her...

Before Wufu was reborn, she had no idea there was such a thing as rebirth. Only after her rebirth did she realize Heaven must have thought her previous life was too smooth, so it sent her to suffer in this ancient land where morality, decency, and the Female Precepts were held in high esteem, pitiful indeed! From being a master jade carver to having her soul transmigrate into a farm girl with a wretched background, she was bullied and humiliated. Even the bun-selling mother advised her that forbearance is gold? Bullshit! She could endure, but her other identity absolutely could not—robbers, swept away; insults to her mother, you're crippled... Wufu has a saying, for every insult and humiliation, I will repay a hundredfold. But what's with this one? He doesn't bully her; he only wants to sleep with her? And he even dares... to mount her? Well, a lord can endure, but Wufu cannot. Mount him back, life or death, a hundred years, neither owes the other anything!

She was reborn back to 11 years ago, when everything was fine, her family was still alive and she had not experienced the pain of destruction. Since she had the chance to restart, she decided to seek revenge on those who had hurt her! She would also leverage her knowledge and strength to lead her family to a prosperous life. However, she has a regret: despite being reborn, she still ended up marrying him, a man who was difficult to approach...

After waking up from a car accident, Qin Xue realized that she had traveled back to the 1980s, and what's even more shocking is that there's a ball in her belly. What the hell is going on? Can someone please explain this situation to her? Wasn't that handsome brother not fond of the original host? How come he turns out to be the father of the child?! Chu Molin: After returning from a mission, how did the house go from being a trash heap to being clean? And how did my willful, arrogant, and unreasonable wife suddenly turn into a gentle and lovely sheep? Also, what's the deal with that belly? Baby 2: Big brother, Dad and Mom are so silly. It seems like we were sent by Dad to top up their phone credits, right? Baby 1 responds with a hopeless look in his eyes! Welcome to join "Reborn Space: The Little Eighties Wife" group chat, group chat number: 947814976

She was the Eldest Legitimate Daughter of the General's Mansion, treacherously harmed and died a miserable death. Perhaps moved by pity, heaven granted her rebirth. She returned to four years earlier, not only possessing heterochromia that allowed her to see what others couldn't but also equipped with a portable space. She vowed to make those who hurt her and her mother pay in this life. He was a Prince with a Different Surname from Moli Country, holding military power and commanding awe in all directions. It was said that he had conquered most of Moli Country, and even The Emperor showed him deference. Legend had it he was a bloodthirsty prince who killed without blinking an eye. One day, she encountered a ragged but handsome man on the street, who chased after her, shouting, “My wife, my wife.” The woman said, “Damn it, who is your wife? Aunt isn’t even engaged yet! Go where it’s cool and stay there.” The man responded, “You are my wife, and I've decided to follow you for life.” "A feel-good story, both leads are strong, a pampering love story with 1v1 romance."

In late 1947, on a cold train climbing to the Bauchi Plateau in Northern Nigeria, a young man named Hassan meets an old, tired Mallam Alhaji Ibrahim Ilia. The Mallam looks poor and broken — dirty clothes, cracked skin from the harmattan wind, tears in his eyes. But he carries a special blue passport from 1927, showing a strong young man in a fine turban. Curious, Hassan talks to him. The old man shares shocking secrets: he was once a doctor and healer in the army, traveled to Mecca and far places, and now he is dying — from an old wound and poison he took himself. He says, "I just want to die." Before his time runs out, the Mallam begs to tell his full life story. He feels Hassan will understand. As the train nears Jos, the old man shares his past — a tale of faith, hard journeys, love, pain, and choices that changed everything. What made this wise, devout man choose death? What adventures and losses hide in his twenty-year passport? Read his heartfelt story, told in his own words, before the final stop.

The dead scream for justice. They have been screaming for centuries. In my office on the 88th floor, the sound is indistinguishable from the hum of the paper shredder. I have twelve of history's most dangerous minds in my vault—Caesar, Cleopatra, Napoleon, Wu Zetian, and eight others whose names are synonymous with the word empire. I stripped them of their crowns and their divinity and left them with the only two things that survive death intact: greed, and memory. Then I put them to work. The boardroom is their new battlefield. Stocks are their arrows. Hostile takeovers are their sieges. The First Emperor runs my supply chains with the same draconian efficiency that built the Great Wall. The Queen of the Nile runs my PR division and calls it beneath her. Caesar rewrites the legal architecture of an entire financial district before breakfast and considers it a light morning. The rules are simple. The Emperor with the highest ROI earns twenty-four hours of full sensory restoration—taste, warmth, the burn of real alcohol, everything the synthetic body cannot feel. The Emperor at the bottom earns something else: a Hell Start. Reincarnation as a beggar, a eunuch, a sacrificial lamb in the next cycle. They know this. It keeps them focused. Every full moon, the tavern opens. The millions they killed in their lifetimes gather as my Jury—compressed into a medium that runs on pure hatred, sustained by a spite so concentrated it has proven, against all known physics, to be a measurable energy source. They vote. They decide which of their tormentors leads the next charge, and which of the most venomous among them earns a temporary body to return to the waking world. Wu Zetian shed her imperial robes to kneel at my feet and beg for a private review of her HR directorship. Arsinoe—murdered by her own sister two thousand years ago—spent six weeks haunting Cleopatra's servers and built a perfect weapon before she ever asked me for the body to deliver it. Cleopatra herself believes her beauty is a currency I will eventually accept. She has not yet understood that in this building, the only currency is performance. I do not need loyalty. I need sharp blades. I do not trade in mercy. I trade in ROI. They believe this is my game. They do not ask why I need to win it. Rules? I am the rule. Harem? The highest-tier spoils of a game they don't know the stakes of. Every arc is a different world. Every world is a wound that needs closing. The Emperors do not know this. They never do. Perhaps the last thing standing between their world and oblivion is a man who stopped caring about it long ago. Let the dead shout. I smile. I have to. Tags: #InfiniteFlow #DarkFantasy #HighStakesPolitics #DivineAutocracy #GrimDark #RuthlessMC #HistoricalFigures #DarkHarem Content Advisory: Heavy power dynamics, sensory manipulation, historical figures in morally compromised positions. MC is an unapologetic autocrat. No redemption arcs.

WARNING: 18+ content story. Mission: 100 power stones. Current: 34 power stones. Double update promised once mission goal has been met. Sold for three grains of rice, Elara was meant to be nothing—a pawn in a game of power she didn’t understand. But the moment she stepped into the palace, her life became a battlefield of desire, obsession, and secrets. King Kaelis, cursed and cold, rules with iron and fire. No one bends his will… except her. She cannot read him, cannot control him, and yet, he dominates her every thought. As jealousy, lust, and dark ambition clash within the palace walls, alliances will crumble, hearts will break, and even the strongest minds will falter. In a world where destiny cannot be escaped and betrayal hides behind every smile, Elara must navigate deadly schemes, forbidden desires, and a love that consumes all reason. To survive… she must become untouchable.

Collin East is a talent agent barely scraping by in the tough world of Hollywood. He’s average, has average clients, average luck, and an average career that has no clear direction. Until one morning, everything changes. Collin wakes up with a bizarre and unbelievable power. He can see floating words above people's heads. Words that reveal true and innate talents. “Romance Box Office Hit Actor,” “Master Director Of Comedy,” “Talk Show King,” “Olympic Gold Sprinter.” Suddenly, the nobodies around him shine with potential only he can see. Armed with this supernatural insight, Collin sets out to transform the entertainment industry from the inside out. He discovered an aspiring actor flipping pizzas, an unknown director with a vision that could make everyone laugh, a singer on a subway platform who could top the Billboard 100. [This novel has 65 advanced chapters on Patreon.] Patreon link: https://www.patreon.com/Puji_makii

This story from Parralel world with very similar process history moment. This story about fictional island on India ocean, 4,5 million km². I will keep story similar to historical data from real world to keep story more real

Before you stands Mr. Jorg von Roman: the architect of a new era for the German Wehrmacht, the mastermind behind Middle Eastern oil development, the venomous viper at the negotiating table, the leader of the En Marche! party, the scalpel that severed colonial empires, and the man destined to shape a thousand-year empire!

Evelyn Hart believes she understands danger. As a clinical archivist who catalogs the personal histories of violent offenders, she has spent years dissecting the minds of men society labels monsters. Patterns comfort her. Distance protects her. Until she meets Julian Vale. Julian is polite, observant, devastatingly calm. He does not threaten, does not shout, does not beg. He watches. He listens. And when he smiles, it feels as if he already knows her secrets. What begins as a professional interaction turns into a psychological dance—one fueled by subtle touches, loaded silences, and conversations that feel like confessions whispered in the dark. Evelyn senses the wrongness of her attraction, yet finds herself craving the way Julian looks at her, as if she is the only real thing in the world. As boundaries blur and control shifts, Evelyn must confront a terrifying truth: the most dangerous desire is not being wanted—it is being understood by someone who feels nothing at all.

In the Eiscard Kingdom, where secrets are buried within the palace walls, Irene grew up as an illegitimate daughter, trapped in shadows and shame. Her political marriage to Lucas the cold prince who shows no interest in her was exactly what she wanted: a husband who wouldn’t care, leaving her free to pursue her true plan REVENGE. But fate had other intentions. Their distant encounters slowly turned into tangled threads of destiny, binding revenge to love, and truth to secrecy.