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When the prayers stopped coming, I didn’t rage or cry, I just sighed, packed up my divine utensils, and shut the temple doors. If mortals didn’t want blessings born from food anymore, fine. They could starve, or worse, learn to cook for themselves. So I left the heavens behind. I just wanted peace. And somehow, that search for silence dropped me straight into Orario, the loudest, most chaotic city in existence. Now I own a tiny restaurant wedged between a blacksmith’s forge and a potion shop. The roof leaks when it rains, my stove wheezes like an asthmatic dragon, and my sign creaks every time the wind so much as breathes. But it’s mine. Turns out, my “retirement” didn’t erase my divinity. The Guild’s suspicious. The gods are curious. And I’m out of flour. All I wanted was a quiet life. But apparently, even forgotten goddesses don’t get days off especially when their cooking breaks the balance of Orario. Especially when forgotten goddess has a chance to fall in love

Lyra thought she was just a survivor—an orphan scraping by in the shadows of a kingdom at war. But the night she’s captured by Raiden, the infamous Dragon Prince of the Fire Nation, everything changes. He is ruthless, dangerous, and devastatingly magnetic. She is sharp-tongued, stubborn, and hiding a secret even she doesn’t fully understand. Together, they are forced into a journey of trials, quests, and betrayals—where every step pulls them deeper into danger… and closer to each other. As Lyra’s hidden powers awaken with terrifying force, Raiden becomes the only one who can push her through the fire without letting it consume her. But passion is as dangerous as battle, and the storm building between them may be the greatest threat of all. As kingdoms march to war and enemies close in from every side, Lyra and Raiden are forced into a dangerous bond—one that blurs the line between hatred and desire. But the deeper their connection grows, the more perilous the truth becomes… Because falling for the Dragon Prince might not just break her heart. It might burn the world to ash. Steamy tension. Fierce banter. Heartfelt moments. Deadly quests. In a world on the brink of ruin, Lyra and Raiden must decide if their bond is a curse… or the only thing strong enough to save them both.

When an archivist, Evelyn Hale, accidentally uncovers a centuries-old fae ring her tidy, predictable life collapses into visions of a forgotten war, political lies, and one very irritated art dealer who suddenly has pointy ears and opinions about her safety. The ring shows her the truth. The fae want her silenced. And he… wants to collect his past. Too bad the ring has already decided she’s the one who’s going to expose everything.

My chaotic world suddenly becomes deafeningly silent. A world where everything starts anew... It's actually a blessing that we can't see our future. If we could, I wouldn't have stayed, I wouldn't have suffered, I wouldn't have met him... Power. The deeper it seeped into my veins, the more I learned what it could destroy… and what it could save. In the world of variens, where humans have evolved to a superior race, Rysa Thalorin—the only heir to one of the biggest conglomerate—wakes with no memories. But unknown of her awakening power Rysa discovers the betrayals and power plays around her that her naive past self was unknown of. Thrown into a new life she barely understands, Rysa takes the reins of her own destiny. An air varien and light varien rediscover their resonance ### "I'm scared" I whisper, burying my face into his chest. The steady beat of his heart try to sooth me. Chuckling, he tightens his arms around me, pulling me closer. "Hmm... that's new coming from you sunshine," He murmurs against my hair. "But I know you can do this. I trust you." he kisses the top of my head. Tears well up, threatening to spill at any moment. Adrenaline rushs through my veins. "Will you stay with me?" I whisper into his shirt, unable to look into his stupid face that's smirking at me right now. "Always and forever" he says, tilting my head up. Yanking his tie hard, I kiss him one last time before I push myself off the cliff to see my world disappearing into darkness. ### Part I : Rays of monsoon ###

The rules were simple 1. Don't get attached, people leave fast 2. The world was beautiful to make up for the wickedness of people's heart 3. Love is a cute word...but it thrives on pain And I abided...lived by it....Until He showed up, spending every second to prove to me, to show me that I was wrong about this world, that there was enough light to scare the shadows away, that if I held my hand out, someone would hold on to it....but he was only human after all... wasn't he? One knows the sun and the other has only ever know the night Butterflies and moths may look alike, but we know which is which, because the are never in the same place at the same time....ATLeast that was what we thought.

Isadora Navarro has spent her life destroying debt. Cassian Vale has spent nine years buying hers, one devastating cent at a time. Now he owns every dollar she and everyone she loves has ever owed, forty-seven million and counting, and the only way to break the chain is to marry the devil for exactly 999 days. But on the last page of the contract, written in blood-red ink, is the clause that will ruin her forever: if she falls in love with him before the final second, the debt doubles… and he keeps her for life.

When a sudden rogue attack nearly takes my life, my husband—Alpha of the Crescent Pack—doesn’t rush to save me. He runs to save another woman. In an instant, the truth hits me harder than any claw or fang ever could. Eight years of marriage… nothing but a lie. He was in love with another woman all along. The boy I raised as my son was never mine. And my own daughter—killed by the man who vowed to protect us. But the final blow? He refuses to grant me a divorce and demands that I accept his lover into our home—into our marriage. Heartbroken, I file for divorce anyway and leave with my head high. That’s when everything changes. The world finally sees the truth behind the quiet, overlooked Luna they ignored for years: I’m not a meek housewife—I’m a gifted she-wolf, powerful, talented, and wanted by many. And suddenly, my ex-husband wants me back. But he’s far too late. A strong arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close. Another man—dangerous, desired, and utterly mine—looks at my ex with a cold, mocking smile. “Who took the trash out of the trash can?”

The night sky over the Eastern Base burned a deep crimson. Flames devoured the steel walls that once promised safety, while the screams of the dying echoed through the cold wind. The stench of blood mixed with smoke, and the ground was littered with the bodies of soldiers, civilians... and Zombies. Ashira Vale staggered through the chaos, blood dripping from the wound on her side. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts. Each step felt heavier than the last, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. She had fought too hard to die like this. Yet... she had been left behind. She turned around, slashing down a lunging zombie with trembling hands. The gate slammed shut right in front of her face as metal scraped against metal, sealing her fate outside. The people she once trusted, those she fought for, bled for, were gone. Not because they died. Because they left her. "You're too dangerous to keep around, Ashira." That voice still echoed in her mind, cold and sharp as the wind cutting through the smoke. Her teammates. Her so-called allies. The people who swore to fight beside her... had used her. And when she was no longer useful, they threw her away. She remembered the cold look in their eyes when the gate shut. The smirk on one of their faces. The whispered words that cut deeper than the wound in her body. Betrayal. That was her final taste of humanity. She stumbled toward a burning truck, the firelight reflecting in her bloodstained eyes. Every breath hurt, but the pain didn't matter anymore. The world had already ended. She glanced at the barricade she once guarded, now nothing more than twisted steel and burning corpses. The walls that once symbolized hope were falling apart, just like the trust she'd once had in people. The Eastern Base... the last stronghold of survivors. Ashira tilted her head to the sky, watching as smoke smothered the stars. Her lips curled into a faint, bitter smile. "So this is how it ends... for me." Her voice cracked as she looked at the horizon. "Even the end of the world, can't kill betrayal." She smiled bitterly. Her fingers loosened around her weapon as she sank to her knees. In her fading vision, the shadows swarmed closer—hundreds of undead closing in from every side. But just before they reached her, a faint light flickered before her eyes— like a broken screen glitching. [System initializing...] [User: Ashira Vale - detected fatal condition.] [Rebirth protocol activating.] [Returning to checkpoint: Nineteen (19) days before the outbreak.] Her heartbeat slowed. And as her body was swallowed by darkness, a final thought crossed her mind— a vow whispered between blood and regret. "This time... I'll change everything." ^^ REMINDER: This was another version of what you might think of about zombie apocalypse, This is all about survival with the help of power. Surviving is more than just staying alive. It's keeping your mind intact when the world's already gone mad. It's sleeping with one eye open trusting no one but still hoping someone's out there. It's learning when to run. When to fight and when to stay quiet enough when the dead pass you by. It's the constant battle between fear and hope knowing every day could be your last, but choosing to live is more than that...

#NoCP #PlayingPig (This novel is one of my favorites. I’ve gone back and reread it about 5–6 times now.) Jing Shu has seen the end of the world, and it’s literally a storm of epic proportions, and she’s been given the ultimate do-over: a ten-year rewind. Thrown back in time to just two months before everything goes to hell, she has one mission: to make her apocalypse as comfortable as possible. Forget just surviving. While others are scrambling for canned beans, Jing Shu is building a fortified sanctuary, raising soon-to-be-extinct poultry for gourmet meals, and cultivating a garden of forgotten veggies. Armed with a mysterious evolving cube that grants her a private pocket dimension and a magical spirit spring water, she’s set to ride out the disaster in style. But what’s the point of living like a queen if you can’t enjoy a little revenge? The apocalypse is about to get a serious upgrade in style, and Jing Shu can’t wait for her enemies to see what they’re missing. Let them hear the sizzle of her steak and smell the aroma of her barbecue. Their despair is just the seasoning she needs. In a world where humanity itself is changing, mutating into powerful "New Humans" fused with the chaos, Jing Shu is ready to evolve right along with them. She’s got her cube, her spring, and a plan. The storm is coming, and she has a front-row seat. === English Original Title:《I'm planting a field in the end times》 (Note: Title adapted for tone and readability while preserving the story’s core themes.) Status: Completed

Alya Corginei was raised to survive anything—until the day she’s captured by the one man even her father warned her about. James Carrizo. Italy’s most feared crime king. Brilliant. Deranged. Addicted to control… and now fixated on her. He should’ve killed her. He doesn’t. He keeps her. And the longer Alya is trapped in his blood-stained empire, the more she realizes two things: 1. James knows things about her past she was never meant to hear. 2. The most dangerous part of this captivity isn’t his violence. It’s his obsession. Every threat sharpens her. Every power play binds them tighter. And every secret drags her deeper into a war she never chose, but might not survive without him. When the truth finally hits, Alya has one choice left: Destroy the monster who took her… or join him.

There are times—far too many times—when you feel that uncontrollable urge to kill someone. For Kaya, this… this was exactly that moment. “Repeat what you just said?” She’d seen hell on the battlefield—second-in-command of a military unit, dodging bullets, dragging traitors by the collar, and coming out alive with grit under her nails. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the sight of her spineless husband flirting with her own sister. Right in front of her. “I could never marry a barbarian like you. The one I... I like is Meera—” Blah blah. The same pitiful nonsense again. You think—what could possibly be worse than this? And then, right on cue, your idiotic sister chimes in, completely serious, “I just poisoned you.” Wow. BANG. Before anyone could even react, Meera collapsed. Dead. Her so-called husband gasped like a fish dragged out of water. “Y-you…” He dropped to his knees, staring at Kaya like he was seeing a monster rise from the dark. “You killed your sister?! How could y—?” BANG. Second bullet. Same spot. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Silence. ... Just when Kaya thought her story had finally reached its bitter end, the universe—no, god himself—decided to throw in one last, ridiculous twist. “Wife… wife, didn’t you say you were gonna eat me? Why’d you stop?” A snake beast, ridiculously charming and glowing like some immortal fantasy, clung to her, eyes gleaming. Another voice interrupted. “Shut up! My wife wants to cuddle me now—” A sparrow beastman leapt into her arms, like that made any sense. “Hic… wife, don’t you want me anymore?” A panda-like beastman sat beside her, huge, sniffly, and wronged like a child abandoned at a festival. Sitting in the middle of all this, Kaya was absolutely dumbfounded. ‘When the hell did all of this even start?’

EXCERPT: "I am not your wife." His humorless smile taunted me. "Our marriage certificate says otherwise." "I don't remember getting married to you, or ever getting involved with you." His fingers dragged down to my jawline, brushing over the skin with feather-like touches. "That's alright. I'll remember for both of us." "I don't want to be with you." Tears filled my eyes against my will. "Where's my family?" "I'm right here, Dahlia. I am your family now. It doesn't matter that you don't remember now. I'll remember for the both of us." . . . He says I chose him. I don't remember why. The last thing I expected after waking up from a nine-month-long coma was a man attached to my side, claiming to be my husband. But there he was. Calm, infuriatingly composed, so sure of himself, and dangerously good at making me believe we were something real. All I have are vague pieces of a night I can't forget and a man I'm not sure I can trust. Maybe he's my ruin. Maybe he's my salvation. Either way, he claims I'm his forever. *** She doesn't remember the night she chose me. One impulsive night in Vegas tied us together forever. One I could never forget. Now she looks at me like I'm a stranger. Maybe I am. The smartest, most selfless thing to do would be letting her go, letting her find her way back to me, but I'm not as selfless. I'm as selfish as they come, and this time, I wasn't letting her slip through my fingers; not to fate, not to fear, and not even to death. This time, I was going to take her heart, too.

Hiraya Chavez never dreamt that death would cause her to transmigrate into the body of Carmelita Mendoza, the pretty young neglected pregnant widow of the rich and influential Mendoza family. Known by many names; a ruthless assassin, a masked vigilante, a master of deception, and the cyber mage, Hiraya was a legend both feared and abhorred. She was her own boss and bowed down to no one. But everything changes when Hiraya become the victim of a premeditated explosion. She wakes up in a hospital, with memories that do not belong to her and a friendly-looking nurse addressing her as Carmelita. "Who the hell is Carmelita?" ***** Orphaned at birth and forced to marry into a family that despises her, Carmelita Mendoza endured two miserable years of being married to a drunk, an abusive wife beater and a chronic gambler. Her seemingly pathetic life turns for the worse when her husband dies in a ghastly car accident. On the day of her husband's funeral, a man arrives at the memorial venue, flaunting naked pictures of himself and Carmelita entangled intimately, while claiming he is responsible for her mysterious pregnancy. Branded an adulterer and stripped of her entitlement to her husband's property, Carmelita is banished by her in-laws, with nothing except the torn clothes on her body. Rejected, broken, and depressed, Carmelita decides to take her own life by jumping off a tall building. However, instead of crashing on the cold, concrete floor, her body drops on the roof of a sleek grey Maybach Exelero, parked by the roadside. What would happen when Carmelita, now Hiraya, is confronted by Kendrick Silva - an enigmatic business tycoon and the third heir to the richest family in LampStone- for the damage to his car and for stealing his heart? Would she give love a second chance when she discovers that Ken is the mysterious man responsible for her pregnancy? And most importantly, what would she do to protect her adorable son when Hiraya's past life catches up with her?

[Slow Burn Romance & Mature Contents] Living behind a carefully crafted disguise, Selina Seth once believed she had finally grasped the dream she had yearned for: marrying the man she had admired from a distance. She envisioned a life filled with joy and love, a fairy tale where he would sweep her off her feet and transform her world. But as the years rolled by, Selina's reality shattered under the weight of Zane Kaius’s cold indifference. For two long years, she devoted herself silently, only to be blindsided by a harsh truth—she was merely a pawn in his plans. Devastation washed over her as she buried her feelings deep inside, vowing to take control of her own life once and for all. Just when she believed she could finally break free, fate dealt her another blow—she discovered she was pregnant with Zane’s child. Determined, Selina embarked on a journey of self-discovery, rising higher than those expectations from those who looked down on her. But she couldn't have a taste of a peaceful, single life when Zane is relentless in not letting her go, no matter the cost. But, this time, Selina isn't the same person who'd risk her heart to be trampled on. This time she's different and wants nothing to do with him. ...... AN: I apologise for the delay in updates as he re-uploads the chapters. I hope you continue to support me, add to your library and in any way you can because involvement is my motivation. A heartfelt thank you to the readers who always stick with my story. I'm trying my best to do better with my story progress, and pardon my inconsistency.

After her inexplicable death in her sleep, Kurokawa Saki was thrown into the Death Game section selection. Receiving information that there are 12 players with various different IDs, she quickly found out how unreliable most of them were. Moreover, half of them were in the Red party and the other half was in the Black Party. So the werewolves game has started. Moreover, the game still gave them inexplicable missions from time to time. Kurokawa Saki: “...” It's so exciting. When the mainline started and the ‘dead’ players received new ID, they had just realized the game was driving them further and further away in various ‘fun’ scenarios. … [No. 1]: I know that I'm the member of the organization on the surface but what the hell is this task of dancing in the nightclub? Moreover, I'm being hit on and could only run away. That blond haired bartender has been glaring at me! [No. 2]: My second ID is a high school student and I transferred to Teitan High School. Due to the mission to get Sonoko's sister's phone number, I had to play with these two students and Conan has been glaring at me, ah, ah! [No. 3]: My first ID is a killer, the second one is a serial killer, and the third one is a drug dealer. Can't you give me a normal identity? I didn't even dare to come out of my house now! [No. 4]: I'm a police officer, but I'm not even as good as an elementary school student in solving cases. And what do you mean that I'm just a violent police officer, huh? Watch me break the telephone pole, you b*stard! + 8 more people. … After a few scenarios, everyone came to the same conclusion The players: This game is too hard! Not only do they have to act in accordance with their ID card, they also have to complete various strange missions. So… let's make trouble :) When the vice leader of their group sees what they have been doing through their daily share in the chat…. Public Security Officer [5]: … NO, What the hell is wrong with you? One of you is fighting with Shuichi Akai and the other one is fighting with Furuya Rei? You even earn exclusive titles from them! You two are on the freaking Red Side! The two troublemakers: Hehe, sorry, Vice Leader, we're under too much pressure and fighting can enhance ‘friendship.’ Public Security Officer [5]: No, your exclusive titles from them show how much they hated you. And when he tried to calm down, he found out the others are not any better. [6]: Wow, it's so fragrant to tease this pink haired post graduate school student~ [7]: Ah, I nearly died in the hands of Gin… when can I receive the death script QAQ [8]: Let me fight the FBI again. I'm itching to fight. [9]: Why do I have to be the attending doctor of the main characters, ah… [10]: Oh, I just threatened Vermouth [11]: Oops, Conan is glaring at me for teasing Ran [12]: Hey, this female announcer is really nice. I felt bad for lying to her. As the only serious one, no. 5 just wanted to say one thing: [5]: …Destroy it. I'm tired. … Note 1: There’ll be OOC and the character's interpretation might not be correct. A lot of original characters in the world’s settings, playing for fun and all. (more wines and police officers, a few original cases, and the player group’s self made case) Note 2: There will be a lot of personal subjective thoughts in the article. If you have any parts that you don’t agree with, please stop the loss in by clicking the arrow on the upper left corner in time. Thank you for your cooperation. Note 3: The style is mixed between comedy and tragedy… you’ve been warned Note 4: This is a fan fiction, I don't own the characters belonging to the comic. I only made a few original characters for the sake of the story Note 5: I made this more for myself and for fun so eh, don't expect too much

During a lunar eclipse, Sienna Kane is pulled into Bestia, a realm where beast-clans reign and prophecy rules destiny. She learns she is the reborn Goddess of Abundance, a woman whose chosen mate will become the most powerful ruler of all. Five kings covet her. One goddess wants her erased. As kingdoms clash and desire turns dangerous, Sienna must uncover her power before the Savage Kings destroy one another for the right to stand at her side.

Celine Rosenfield had everything—wealth, beauty, and the life every heiress dreamed of. But behind the polished image was a girl who loved too deeply, trusted too easily, and paid the price for it. After a painful breakup with her first love and the unexpected arrival of a mysterious businessman, Nathan Park, Celine is thrust into a storm of heartbreak, betrayal, healing, and self-discovery. Nathan becomes her calm, her chaos, her second chance at love—until old wounds resurface and tear them apart. But fate isn’t done with them. From a shattered engagement to a fiery reunion at The Black Tie Society, their intertwined paths test loyalty, courage, and the true meaning of choosing each other. As Celine transforms into a powerful woman in her own right and Nathan battles the scars of his past, their love is challenged by family secrets, public scandals, and the weight of their own fears. This is a story of breaking, rebuilding, and finding a love worth fighting for twice. Because sometimes… the first time hurts, the second time heals— and the right love always comes back.

I lost my memory, and the only thing I know is that something inside me keeps pulling me toward that girl. The first time I saw her, it felt like reuniting with a lover I’d been separated from for a thousand years. The first time I touched her, some sealed, primitive instinct in my body was ripped open. I didn’t understand anything— not until the war truly began. She isn’t human. She’s the last bloodline of the elves, the one both humans and the undead are fighting to claim. And I— I’m the vampire who lost her with my own hands a thousand years ago. I forgot her. But I’m still drawn to her. She becomes the prey… and the eye of the storm. With the frontline closing in from both humans and the undead, there’s only one thing left for me to do— take her back, no matter the cost. “If being with you means standing against the world… then I’ll just destroy the world.”

Jasmine is in an arranged marriage with billionaire Keith Acland set up by their parents as a business deal. Their marriage was loveless which is to be expected under such circumstances however Jasmine didn’t mind. She was just focused on being the best socialite’s wife and raising their son to become the heir. However, things take a turn when Keith’s lover from before they married returns with a son claiming Keith to be the father. What follows is a nightmare about whose son should be the successor. Soon the life Jasmine built as Keith’s wife is flipped upside down as his lover takes everything away from her. Her husband, her friends, and her title. Jasmine has to fight for her place in her own house. Throughout all this, the one thing Jasmine is focused on is protecting her son.

Sisi’s life becomes a nightmare on her birthday when her adoptive father tries to rape her. After she fights back valiantly, he beats her half to death and throws her into a ramshackle shed to rot. She believes she would die alone, until she discovers a wounded wolf cub hiding in the shadows. Drawing on her experience caring for infants, Sisi nurses the injured cub, only to learn he is no ordinary animal but a young wolf beastman named Jojo. When her father discovers Jojo and captures him, he threatens the cub’s life to force Sisi into his bed. Cornered and desperate, Sisi’s dormant faerie powers erupt. On that fateful night, she escapes with Jojo into the depths of the forest, vanishing where no one should be able to follow. Lost and hunted, the human girl and the little wolf beastman cling to each other for survival, until Jojo’s father, an Alpha wolf who had been crowned the new Beast King, finds them. Without warning, he seizes Sisi and declares: “My son has imprinted on you as his mother. You must take responsibility.” “H-How do I take responsibility?” Sisi whispers, terrified of being separated from Jojo. The Beast King pulls her close, his voice low and solemn. “Come with me. I will make you my official mate.” * PS: This story is about found family and motherhood, as well as a true love between a lone wolf and a faerie. Tags: Beastman, werewolf, faerie, slow burn romance, no rape, babyraising, possessive ML.