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''You didn't divorce a baker, Julian. You divorced the only person who holds the structural integrity of your empire in her hands." For three years, Nora Quinn was the "Perfect Ghost." She gave up her dreams of being an architect to serve the cold, ruthless Julian Sterling, believing their marriage was built on more than just a contract. But when Julian tosses a divorce settlement across the desk to make room for his childhood sweetheart, Nora realizes her love was a one-sided delusion. The Sterlings think she’s leaving with nothing but her dignity. They don't know that Nora is the long-lost heiress to Quinn International—a global empire that makes the Sterlings look like street vendors. Now, the apron is off. The genius architect has returned. As Nora begins a cold-blooded takeover of Julian's business world, he starts to realize that the submissive wife he discarded was actually the genius behind his greatest successes. He wants her back. He begs for her forgiveness. But Nora Quinn doesn't build bridges anymore. She burns them. Witness the rise of the Outcast Heiress. The revenge is sweet, but the regret? That will be eternal.

What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi is an editor who loves tearing apart novel manuscripts for their cliche plots and cruel twists. But one day, she wakes up inside one of those very novels, as the unlucky princess destined to die a tragic death. The script says she will be married off to a barbaric prince, tortured, and killed tragically. But Xiao Zhi refuses to accept that ending. Armed with her editor’s sharp eye and modern wit, she vows to rewrite her fate, outsmart her enemies, and survive. The problem? No matter what she does, the story stubbornly plays out as it was written. Every move she makes only brings her closer to the death she’s trying to escape. How can she survive a story that refuses to be rewritten?

On her half-sister's wedding day, Fia's world shatters. Hazel, the bride, has allegedly eloped with Fia's fated mate, and over the phone he rejects her without mercy. With the Alpha groom ready to unleash war on her pack, and spurred on by her stepmother's pleas, Fia makes a desperate choice; she takes Hazel's place at the altar. But the marriage is nothing more than a cruel setup. Betrayed by her family and accused of stealing her sister's happiness, Fia becomes the perfect target for Alpha Cian's wrath. Humiliated and furious, he vows to keep her as his mate not out of love, but revenge. He swears he will break her, torment her, and make her pay until the end of time. What neither of them expects is that hate can twist, burn, and evolve into something far more dangerous. Between lies, betrayal, and a growing bond neither wants to acknowledge, Fia and Cian are bound to discover that the thin line between hate and love is meant to be crossed.

Short Synopsis- This is a story about a woman who lost everything, and in hopes of finding the pieces of herself that the world had consumed, she travelled through worlds and became what she considered untouchable, only to find herself merely a pawn in a darkness deeper than she had ever known. Now, after being granted a taste of freedom, she recollects the emotions and feelings she had lost, before using hundreds of years of pain, loss, and struggle as the fuel for revenge. -- Long Synopsis- My name is Evren Lestir. Once, I was a girl who saw the world in colors so bright, they could warm even the coldest soul. But life has a cruel way of testing even the brightest flames. After losing everything I held dear, I drifted through a hollow existence—numb to the world, blind to its colors, and deaf to its call. I thought nothing could reignite the light I lost. Then The System found me. With shimmering blue panels and words that hummed like perfect promises, it pulled me into another reality—a maze of endless worlds stitched together by missions, monsters, and the illusion of progress. A labyrinth where forward was the only option. At first, I thought it was salvation. Each step, each battle, each drop of blood painted forgotten colors back into my world. I grew drunk on the hues I had lost, chasing the sky’s beauty with a childlike wonder, believing the fields and hills before me were all there was. But a torch shining in a narrow corridor can make even a prison look like a palace. In truth, I was a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at a fragment of a sky—naïve to the infinite world beyond the gritty stone walls built by The System. But after a mistake in that omnipotent construct, I found myself peeking through a crack in the wall, presented with a fragment of the truth I never saw. This maze was never meant to be escaped. It was never meant to be climbed—not even to glimpse the sky beyond. Yet through that slender crack, a flicker of sunlight ignited something long-buried within me—a spark of the campfire I once carried. I will chase that light. I will see beyond these walls. And I will remember the world they tried to bury. Even if every strike I make against the walls sends ripples of ruin through the maze.

"Honesty and politics don’t belong in the same sentence," they say. Celine Yue, a kind-hearted social worker, stepped into politics to help more people. But what she didn’t know… was that her own party would be the one to end her life. After her death, she wakes up in another world as Cyrina Vaeloria, the Elf Princess—right on the day of her arranged marriage to Lucian Aetherion, the cold, mysterious Human Prince and strongest mage alive. A political union to keep two powerful races from tearing each other apart. But this so-called alliance is just a mask. She despises the way other races are trampled beneath noble boots. Cyrina refuses to be a pretty puppet. She dreams of building a new kingdom—where races aren’t divided by power, bloodlines, or magic. To do that, she’ll need power of her own. And lucky her... she just married the most dangerous man in existence. With sharp wit and stubborn grace, Cyrina slowly bends her cold husband to her will— She toys with the ruthless Archmage, tames the untamable… and drags him into a revolution wrapped in royal silk. After all, if you marry the strongest mage alive… you might as well make him yours. ***** excerpt~ Lucian’s voice is like a blade, low and sharp. “Do you even understand what you said in the royal assembly?” Cyrina lifts her chin, unbothered. “I understand perfectly. I said I’ll build a new kingdom—where every race can live together.” His eyes darken. “You don’t know what you’ve sparked. That speech—” he steps closer, “—could ignite a war. You’re underground now, Cyrina. Buried beneath politics you don’t even see coming.” She spins on her heel and waves dismissively. “Ugh. Kaelen Blackthorn, your master is giving me a migraine. Get me out of this castle before I set it on fire.” Kaelen gives a slow, exaggerated bow. “As you wish, my lady.” He takes her hand like the perfect gentleman and leads her toward the door— But Lucian’s voice booms behind them. “Kaelen. Don’t forget who your master is.” Kaelen pauses. Glances back. “I remember, my lord. But as per your standing order… I obey only my lady’s command.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “Even if it means going against you.”

Excerpt~ “I told you not to steal anything. It’s illegal!” I frowned at him. “I don’t get why Earthlings can’t just take whatever they want. It’s produced on your planet, right?” “Ugh, right—but we have a money system to follow. We don’t just take things without permission!” I said, snatching it back from his hand. “Hm? But… you stole my heart. Is that legal?” he said, leaning closer with a mischievous smirk. I pushed him back, my cheeks flushing bright red. “Idiot! Where did you even learn that from?!” “Oh… it was on that thing—TV. The girl in it didn’t seem to mind when the guy said it. Why are you mad?” *** All Ling Yunhua ever wanted… was him—her childhood friend, her first love. After years of silently carrying her feelings for Tang Shixiu, Yunhua finally finds the courage to confess. But after all the mixed signals and lingering hope, he rejects her—coldly, without hesitation—shattering the only dream she ever held close. Devastated and on the edge of giving up on everything… that’s when he appears—like an angel fallen from the stars. A man from beyond the galaxy crosses paths with Yunhua at her lowest point. From a race that erased emotions long ago, he begins to feel something foreign… something human. Something like love. But danger closes in fast. The research organization Yunhua works for—and the government—are secretly hunting him down after discovering that his alien DNA holds the power to cure any disease. Determined to protect him, Yunhua makes a dangerous choice: she hides him under the lie of being her boyfriend. Now they live together. A clueless, awkward alien learning to feel… and a girl torn between duty and the growing storm in her heart. How long can she keep him hidden in a world desperate to dissect him? And when the time comes for him to return to the stars… will she be able to let him go?

Since transmigrating into this world, Ji Wanqing has had two major grievances. First, her parents passed away early, leaving her an orphan. Second, she was pushed forward by her aunt—the Empress who would later become the successor Empress—and married off to the Crown Prince born of the late Empress. Bystanders: The successor Empress is clearly scheming for control over the Eastern Palace. Everyone knows it. Ji Wanqing: … Fortunately, none of this prevents her from embarking on a smooth, unstoppable path—winning exclusive favor in the Eastern Palace and rising steadily step by step. Editor’s Review: Ji Wanqing transmigrates into the body of a legitimate daughter of a marquis household. Unfortunately, she is an orphan and is used as a political pawn by her aunt, the successor Empress, and married to the Crown Prince born of the late Empress. With the Empress and her son openly harboring ambitions for the throne, Ji Wanqing—forced into the Eastern Palace as a conspicuous chess piece—finds herself in an extremely awkward position. Yet this does not hinder her in the slightest. She proceeds to secure exclusive favor in the Eastern Palace and climbs steadily upward. The writing is fluent, the characters vivid and well-developed, and the pacing tight, with a plot full of twists and turns. Both male and female leads are intelligent and capable, advancing hand in hand as husband and wife. Their relationship develops gradually, sincere and passionate. This is a rare and highly recommended work.

Clumsy, chaotic, and endlessly enthusiastic, Park Ji-Ah lands her first job at an elite publishing company Hanryeon Tech—where she immediately collides with Ha-Joon Kim, the company’s cold, perfection-obsessed CEO. What begins as a daily war of nerves, paperwork, and personality clashes slowly turns into something neither of them planned: love. But loving a Kim is never simple. When Ha-Joon’s powerful family steps in, Ji-Ah is judged not for who she is, but for where she comes from. Labeled “unsuitable” because of her poor background, Ji-Ah becomes the center of a class-driven conflict that threatens both her relationship and Ha-Joon’s position. As tensions rise, chaos doubles when Ha-Joon’s other brother develops an interest in Ji-Ah’s sister, entangling the two families even further. Boundaries blur, loyalties are tested, and emotions collide, forcing Ji-Ah and Ha-Joon to decide whether love is worth standing against family expectations, societal pressure, and their own fears. In a world where perfection is demanded and mistakes are unforgiven, Ji-Ah must prove that sincerity, resilience, and a little chaos might be the most powerful things of all.

I didn’t transmigrate into the female lead, nor the villain. Not even a side character with a name! I became A NANNY! The alpha’s nanny—a woman who appears in a chapter or two before being dismissed by Luna Margarette for a crime the author clearly needed just to fill a page. The crime? Letting the young alpha play with an omega child, the same omega destined to become his future... love interest. According to the novel, my role ends quietly: dismissed, forgotten, erased. But this time, I know the future. The pack’s politics. The bloody power struggles. The backstabbers. The innocents. The plot twists. What I don’t know is… Why the boy I was meant to watch over never stop staring at me. Interest? Hate? Curiosity? Suspicion? I shouldn’t have caught his attention. But I did. I was never meant to stay in his story... but somehow the plot refuses to move without me.

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?

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. - You can follow me on Instagram: @foreverpupa

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Wolves have everything. They are mythical beings possessing strength and magic, knowledge, wealth and beauty, all of it. All but love. Packs have no use for it, but for a female wolf it has become her only hope. And the only place to find it is in the muddly human fields and castles. So she embraces a forbidden moonlight curse and turns herself into a werewolf. With this she can seek men who will teach her about love. Be it knights or nobles, assassins or hunters, mistrels, merchants or adventurers, no matter how many she gathers they are the ones learning from her and yearning for more? It feels like love was a tall tale after all, but as long as her heart beats she will believe it exists and make them reveal its secrets to her.

When Orion, the leader of the Nightshade Pack, finds an injured woman near his territory, he makes an impulsive decision to bring her into his pack for treatment. Doubts linger, as she may be a spy sent by the Enclave, led by the ruthless Luna, Victoria. What was supposed to be a straightforward case of recovery quickly becomes complicated. When Sophia awakens, she is plagued by amnesia, remembering only her name. Orion faces a dilemma: should he send her away or allow her to stay? Ultimately, he decides to keep her until her memories return. As Sophia adjusts to life in the Nightshade Pack, a deep connection forms between her and Orion. They begin to realize they belong together, but what will happen when Sophia’s memories start returning in fragments? Will those memories destroy not only their bond but also the safety of the entire pack? NB: Luna in this novel is a different concept, it doesn't just mean the wife of the Alpha. And also this book is rated 18.

After being betrayed, framed, and tortured until she was blinded and her limbs shattered in her previous life, Judy Johnston was reborn. She returned in a frail, sickly body, haunted by the blood-soaked nightmare that had stolen her entire family but this time, she was no longer alone. By her side stood Nick Bateman, a solitary boy with pure Lycan blood, a predator’s cold instinct, and an absolute loyalty reserved for Judy alone. To the world, Nick was nothing but a nameless orphan. But to Judy, he was the only darkness that shielded her, the pair of hands that pulled her from the abyss, and the eyes that always looked at her with endless tenderness and indulgence. Nick could obey her to the extreme. And he could also kill without blinking, if it was for her. Anyone who dared touch Judy would simply disappear from the world. After coming back to life, Judy wanted only to protect her adoptive family and stay far away from all power struggles. But fate would not let her stand aside: the Spring Gala in the Lycan King’s palace, rival clans, the vicious schemes of her uncle and cousin, and countless secrets buried in blood. Most terrifying of all… was the secret surrounding Nick, the one who once cried beside her bed, the one who saved her from death, and perhaps… the one who had loved her across both lifetimes. In a Lycan royal court filled with lies, darkness, and bloodshed, Judy must survive and find the one who loved her to the point of despair in her past life. She never imagined that person had been by her side all along. And this time… he refuses to let her leave his arms, not even for a single step. Update schedule: 2 chapters per day, no updates on Sundays. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

After three years of marriage, Evelyn finally got pregnant. She thought it would be the happiest day of her life until her own husband’s hands pushed into hell her. Evelyn went to the company to inform Alain about her pregnancy, only to be met with the sight of him having sex with his secretary. Alain had betrayed her. “Let’s get a divorce,” he said, the three years of affection crushed like worthless paper. He showed no shame as he continued his affair right in front of her, under the guise of nakedness. “Fine,” Evelyn agreed. She looked proud and aloof. She swallowed the news of her pregnancy, holding it tight in her throat without uttering a word. But as she turned away, she burst into tears. She returned home, prepared the divorce papers, signed them, packed her belongings, and left. But on the way, Evelyn fainted because of her foetal derangement. A kind man took her to the hospital and left her with a beautiful wish. Other than that, she knew nothing about him. Five years later, Evelyn had a successful career and a peaceful life with her young son - Dennis. But one day, her son brought a strange man home, none other than Alain! Evelyn was stunned. Her ex-husband had returned, shamelessly begging her for forgiveness, wanting to regain her and Dennis. He wanted her to come back to him. But Evelyn didn’t agree. Despite Alain’s coercion, she refused. And at that moment, “he” suddenly appeared, unexpectedly and silently as he did five years ago. He pulled her up from the depths and slapped her ex-husband directly in the face with one sentence: “You’re not worthy of her.” ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

He came to Earth wearing another man’s name. Wounded, hunted, and unable to return home, he hid inside a borrowed uniform and a fragile lie. She saved his life without knowing who he truly was and in doing so, changed the fate of two worlds. She believed he was a soldier. He knew she was his destined bond. Between quiet conversations, shared silences, and truths left unspoken, love grew where it was never meant to exist. He listened to her heartbeat and learned what peace felt like. She trusted the man behind the uniform, unaware that loving him meant standing on the wrong side of the sky. When war began to reach for her, he was forced to choose between the world that created him and the woman who taught him how to stay. Because some loves are written into gravity itself. And even across stolen names, broken loyalties, and falling stars, the heart always remembers where it belongs. ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"

Alice is the most powerful mage in the Albelion region, but her magic can't bring back what she lost. Living in a house of ghosts, she is haunted by the memories of a husband and child who vanished. When a voice from the Great Clock Tower promises the truth, she must face a nightmare even grand wizards fear to find her family.

In her past life, Michelle was an ordinary doctor who worked in a small hospital, but once in a while, a strange envelope would arrive at her apartment and she would take up a weaon and turn into a deadly assassin known for her stealthiness. But being a top assassin, Michelle had many enemies and ended up dying, only to wake up in the body of Michelle Grace, a pampered young miss in a world similar to ancient dynasties, except that cultivation existed there. Not everyone could cultivate, but Michelle Grace could. The original Michelle Grace was engaged to the Crown Prince, and he killed her before Michelle took over the body, so after making a deal with Michelle Grace's father, the Archduke, Michelle took on the name Grace and started a revenge plan on the Crown Prince, his lover, his mistress and his father, the Emperor. A bit troublesome: Michelle gained the attention of two men who together were the Dark Lord. They were horrifyingly powerful, so Michelle had to be careful around them. Luckily, they didn't have in their plans harming her, as they were intrigued by her constitution. Michelle possessed a rare blood, which they could use.