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Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.

"Shhhh," he cut me off, his palms spreading on the revealed skin of my abdomen. His index fingers made their way into the waistband of my sweatpants as he pressed his front closer to my behind. "Don't shush m-" I tried to argue. "I said so," he stated, his tone going deeper as his hand went lower, this time to the waistband of my panties. I couldn't control my breathing anymore, more so as his teeth lightly grazed my neck. "So you better obey." ^^^^^^^ They say "A night in Vegas can change your life." Rachel didn't think this saying would apply to her. Well that was until she opened the door of her hotel room after a crazy night out. As a marriage certificate is shoved in her face, she notices a glistening diamond on her ring finger. The piece of paper turns out to be legit as stated by the lawyer who presented it. What's more shocking is that her said husband is Lorenzo Caden Peters, one of the best actors in the world and soon to be CEO of the biggest textile company around the globe. How would their life turn out?

Two disciples from rival sects, one bound by an old marriage pact that tethers two clans together, discover they share an ancient forbidden cultivation resonance. Training in secret, they must choose between duty to their sects or a love powerful enough to rewrite fate.

“You want me back now, Ethan?” I laughed softly, though it sounded nothing like joy. “After your pack chained me, called me a spy, and nearly executed me? After you marked me by deceit, caged me, treated me like a slave, made me believe I was nothing—and after you almost killed me for your sacrifice?” My voice broke for a heartbeat before hardening again. “I gave you everything, Ethan—my loyalty, my trust, my heart—and what did I get in return? A dagger through it.” His eyes glistened, his voice cracking. “Soraya, please… let me make it right.” The wind shifted. The Moon’s light brushed my face like a cold touch, painting silver over the tears I refused to let fall—its glow crowning me in quiet defiance. “You can’t fix what you destroyed,” I said, my voice steady now, sharp as the edge of a blade. “You wanted to own me, Ethan. But the tide has turned.” I stepped closer, and the earth seemed to tremble beneath my bare feet. The air thickened, my power humming through it like a storm waiting to break. “I belong to no one,” I whispered— and the night bowed to my voice. Silver flames erupted, curling and dancing across my skin like living fire. It wasn’t pain—it was power, pure and ancient, claiming me as its vessel. My eyes burned with silver light, bright enough to cut through the darkness. Ethan stumbled back, his breath hitching as the weight of my power pressed against him. Slowly, his head lowered—not out of command, but from something deeper. Reverence. Guilt. Surrender. The Alpha bowed to the force he could no longer control—to the woman he could never again break. --- Once, Soraya believed in love. Once, she thought Ethan Vander—billionaire CEO and cursed heir of the Silverfang Pack—was her destiny. But love became a cage, and destiny became a curse. Ethan was born with a curse: any wolf who bonded with him was doomed to die. Yet his father, desperate to end the curse, demanded a sacrifice—his mate’s life in exchange for the curse. The blade was already chosen. Soraya had already been marked. On the night of their bonding, fate revealed its cruel truth. The Moon priestess exposed Soraya’s hidden blood—she was wolf-born, the Alpha’s daughter of Blackwood, the pack that once hunted her from birth for carrying the mark of the moon which they called a curse,and also a rival pack to Silverfang. Branded a spy, she was claimed as Ethan’s prisoner… and there, she discovered the final cruelty: She was carrying his child. But when the Moon finally answered her call, Soraya awakened. Her power rose like silver flame, divine, ancient and unstoppable. The gift once called a curse became her crown. Now, both Blackwood and Silverfang want her—one to tame her, the other to claim her. But Soraya belongs to no one. And neither Silverfang nor Blackwood was ready for what Soraya became. --- Soraya’s journey is not just one of survival, but of awakening—of a woman who refuses to be broken, of a wolf who will not be caged. This is a story of betrayal and curses, but also of love, sacrifice, and the fire of a mother who will protect her child at any cost. --- Reader’s Note: This book contains mature themes, including intense romance and occasional erotic scenes. Reader discretion is advised. If you’re ready to step into a world of forbidden love, blood oaths, and a heroine who will rise from exile to shake the foundations of two rival packs—then welcome to Alpha’s Daughter.

Chosen by the gods as their maiden of Light, Orielle was chosen to fulfil a prophecy that would save the kingdoms. But her betrothal to the cursed king of Eldoria unravels secrets the gods never spoke of, whispers twisting truths with lies—prophecies that may not be what they seem. Is her fate set in stone, or can she find another way?

[Slow Burn Romance & Mature Contents] Living behind a carefully crafted disguise, Selina 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’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 Zane’s 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. However, Zane is relentless in not letting her go, no matter the cost. He is determined to win her back. 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. ...... Excerpt. “I need to start bonding with my child—from now, not later,” he said, his voice carrying a quiet honesty, laced with a subtle yearning. Selina’s frown deepened at his excuse. “That’s not a problem. You’ll have plenty of time once the baby’s born.” Her tone was cold—steady as ice. “Until then, stop coming to me unexpectedly.” “I don’t want to wait.” His gaze hardened, then softened again. “You’re carrying my child, Selina. Don’t shut me out. I’m not asking for intimacy… please.” But for Zane, it wasn’t just about bonding with his unborn child. It was about finding a way back into her life. ....... AN:{I apologize for the delay in updates. And updates from the latest chapter will continue from November 10th. 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.

The portrait should have been empty. Instead, it looked back. When art student Leona Vale discovers an unsigned painting hidden behind her late mentor’s masterpiece, the river outside her window begins to whisper her name. What starts as curiosity becomes inheritance—an invitation into an unseen world where art remembers what people forget and truth collects its own witnesses. Every secret she uncovers rewrites the city’s history—and redraws the borders of her own soul. But the river keeps its own records. And it always comes to collect.

Hide-and-seek was always Hashida Kiyonari's favorite childhood game. But even as an adult, he never really stopped playing it—only now, he was hiding much bigger secrets. Kiyonari, also known as Soo Kihyun, had just been appointed secretary to the chairman's grandson, executive director Je Soo-yun—the company's most admired yet most feared boss. Soo-yun was renowned not only for his striking beauty as on omega but also for his sharp, uncompromising leadership. To Kiyonari, however, his new boss seemed to harbor nothing but disdain. Errand after errand piled on his shoulders, and the work grew increasingly demanding. Yet none of that compared to the weight of the truth he carried: Kiyonari was an alpha living under the disguise of a beta, a secret he couldn't afford to let anyone—colleagues, or even family—discover. Except to his childhood best friend, who had known since before. But one slip was all it took. In a moment of carelessness, his body betrayed him as he fell into a sudden rut. The reaction it triggered in Soo-yun was the very scenario both of them had worked hard to avoid—sending the omega into heat. And yet, what followed was not hatred, no regrets. But something far more big for Soo-yun.

What happens when two powerful men fight for one woman? Will the city tremble? Jasper Reynolds, a ruthless mafia lord and the richest man in the city, is used to having everything he desires. Atticus, a wealthy and mysterious vampire with charm and darkness in his veins, who always takes what he wants by force, falls for one woman. Sophia Williams, a woman afraid of rejection and love, who has vowed never to fall in love, becomes the one thing neither can claim for themselves. Who will win in this fight for love? The most powerful and richest mafia lord or the mysterious and deadly vampire? But what happens when someone lurking in the shadows wants to kill the woman they both are fighting for? Will they destroy the city to save her... or each other? Updates are every day; weekdays:12pm weekends: 10pm with 2 bonus chapters NB: This novel was previously known as vampire's unromantic wife

In a world ruled by wealth, power, and intelligence, Anastasia Raventhorn Vasiliev is untouchable. The sole heir of the 1st and 3rd richest families in the world, she is a goddess in both beauty and mind—a cruel angel whose very existence commands reverence. The world bows at her feet, yet she walks it alone, indifferent to the love and admiration of countless suitors. For her, emotions are a game, and life is a battlefield where only the strong survive. And then, there is Vincent Blackwood. The second son of the 2nd richest family, he was born to rule but willingly abandoned his throne. An unfathomable genius, a rising star, and the son of the world’s most ruthless mafia king, he could have had everything—except the one thing he truly wanted. Anastasia. He loved her to the point of madness, but love was never enough. He chased, he worshipped, he bled for her. And still, she remained untouched, distant, looking down at him as though he were nothing but an afterthought. Yet Vincent was never meant to be second. Not in life, not in power, and certainly not in her heart. If she would not come to him, then he would shatter the world until she had no choice but to see him. If she refused to be his, then he would become hers—mind, body, and soul. He would break himself, ruin himself, lose everything… until she could no longer deny that he belonged to her. But when a god falls for a goddess, is it love… or is it war? "Sovereign Devotion"—a tale of obsession, power, and a love that defies fate itself.

A voice whispers. And then another, and another. Little voices seem insignificant. Whispers build to murmur, murmur into chatter, chatter to noise. The little waves of noise collide and create a ravaging storm at the shore. This is precisely how human interactions, starting with individual actions, can have a profound impact. Small actions have a profound impact on an individual and their society. And from there, it passes to generations, leading to the reshaping of history. In essence, one's upbringing influences their decisions, which transcend time. The effects, like ripples, are passed down to future generations. Something else also transcends time. Owen was asked a question that puzzled him: "What else transcends time?" He never knew. His firm belief in the impact of individual actions was the only answer he'd gained from experience. He searched for the answer but couldn't find any other. Just when he thought he'd lost hope, he stumbled upon the answer – what transcends through time.

Every villain was once a broken child—like a candle flickering alone in the dark. Kirihito Orohana—later Wèi Yīlíng—was that child: cursed from birth, fated to turn love into ruin and hatred into legend. A desperate soul chasing love and existence, blinded by power and beauty. Neither savior nor destroyer, he is a storm—twisting a system designed by a 1st-class God for punishment, disguised as a yokai. Even his innocent side cannot grasp the depths of what he must be. Five fates bind him—by blood, betrayal, faith, and the cruel mission carved into his soul. One is his other self; another teaches him to become something beyond what he desires. In a world where heroes bleed and love itself becomes a curse, every choice cuts sharper than any sword. Will he obey his secret mission… or risk it all for fleeting warmth, for a love that lasts even thirty breaths? A tale of rebirth, obsession, and divine decay—where desire burns slow, longing scars, and every step toward light sharpens the night. (Heaven Official’s Tearstone Six :Side Novel — Main Leads: Lingxi × Kage Ōu | Featuring Kirihito / Wèi Yīlíng)

"I'm not impressed." He said and Kalina guessed the laughter in his words. "Still." She returned, trying to match his amusement and completely failing. That man had a knack for annoying her, that was for sure. ¿Why? Kalina didn't know for sure. She felt a little stupid about the discovery, but there was something else. Something attracted her to him, that was undeniable.

Dorian had always been unlucky Ever since he could remember, he had been toyed with my fate. when he died and thought he was finally going to rest and be done with all, He got reincarnated!! You would think his luck got better after reincarnation ? Think Again !! A certain goddess seemed to enjoy toying with him for reasons unknown to Dorian. Goddess Astratea: Poor child , You have suffered ( pfft) .. And although I'm not sorry, You will be compensated for your former life bad karma. Now go , live Dorian and enjoy your second chance ( hehehe) Dorian: f*ck@£#+&#£@&#(£!£+(£;, who asked for this kind of second chance ?!!!, even if I had bad luck , I am a straight man !!!!!! ML: Baby, who are you cursing at?.. You're not allowed to look, talk, curse , or even breathe the same air as anybody else , You're Mine!!!! Dorian: F#+£-£)£//##+&#-&££!!!!! --------------------------------------------------- Follow Dorian , an unlucky straight man from Earth's 21st century, as he navigates an entirely new world and a new reality . PSST: Please read auxillary chapter first for informations and questions that may arise.. it's my first novel , so please go easy on me. Hiya I'll be posting my work on Royalroad. so y'all can read it there too ....

Erian was offered as a sacrifice. A god in chains saved him. And in the abyss, a love took root, one that could shatter the heavens. . Every ten years, the people of Erian cast a young woman into the abyss, an offering to calm the fury of the God of Ruin. No one returns. No one survives. And this time, the chosen one is a little girl… his sister. Blind since childhood, poor for as long as he can remember, and deemed a burden by his own people, Erian chooses to take her place. But upon falling into the abyss, he does not find death. He finds Seirion. An ancient deity, bound by human faith and cursed by a lie that brought a nation to ruin. Seirion is no monster, but a wounded soul, sealed within a withered temple where no flower dares to bloom. As Erian discovers that the god everyone fears is the only one who has ever truly been kind to him, the world above begins to tremble. Malric, Erian’s best friend, torn by grief and jealousy, raises an army to kill Seirion. And three rival deities, fearing that this bond could awaken truth and love, conspire to wipe Erian from existence… and finish what they started centuries ago.

A rogue and a runt. A born and raised alpha. A boy with a secret. And a man bent on changing fate, no matter who gets harmed. ~ "Have you contacted the council about the rogues?" "Yes and they say that rogues don't band together in mass amounts." "Did you tell them about the lack of scents?" I roll my eyes at his question. "Of course I did." "And?" "And they think there's a witch out there causing havoc for the rogues," I scoff. "They said that only a witch could hide a wolf's scent but I can't seem to think of what witch would be out there doing silly experiments that won't benefit them. They'd be better off working with a pack if they had any interest there at all." "I get where they're coming from but this is mass reports across the country," he says pointing to the map. "I've been on the phone with packs all over the country having the same issues. We seem to have a higher concentration as of late," he furrows his brows. "Other packs have been having decreases of these rogues?" He nods. "This past week alone we've had six sightings and it's only Thursday." I feel tension rise behind my eyes as the realization hit me. "It's Celeste, isn't it. . ."

On the night her fated mate rejected her for the destined heroine, Violet didn’t cry or beg. She smiled. “Congratulations, Alpha. I hope she is worth our severed bond.” Everyone thought she was the weak and pitiful omega who couldn’t shift. No one knew she was the last heir of the ancient bloodline of wolves born of the Moon and Sun, hunted to extinction. Now after returning back in time, Violet wants nothing to do with mates or pack loyalty. But fate has other plans. Three Alphas want her. One for power. One for redemption. And one whose wolf howls her name in every dream.

“Poor girl,” an old woman whispered near the edge of the crowd. “A pretty thing like her will never know real love. The Shadow Alpha’s bed is nothing but a grave.” The words sliced through my numbness completely. My heart gave a violent lurch. I might not know who the Shadow Alpha was, but my wolf certainly didn't care. She instantly began to howl in my skull, a furious, living, terrified sound. “Enough,” I breathed out, the word a painful gasp. A terrifying heat surged rapidly under my skin, fast and wild. My vision blurred and shifted, turning a dangerous, vibrant green. The growl that started deep within my own chest climbed higher, becoming louder and closer to a roar. “What’s that sound?” someone nearby yelled in fear. “Her eyes—they’re green!” another person gasped loudly. The heavy iron cuff on my wrist began to glow with painful intensity. The runes deeply carved into the metal flared blindingly white, then flickered violently. A searing pain shot through my entire arm, but I didn't stop. The metal cracked—once, twice—then shattered into a dozen useless pieces. The chain hit the gravel with a dull, dead clank. A single, horrifying scream tore out of me, but it wasn’t mine anymore. It changed halfway through, warping and deepening into a sound that visibly shook the nearest torches and sent showers of sparks flying into the dark night air. Bones shifted and ground together violently. My spine arched backward unnaturally. The gruesome sound of cracking filled the air as my skin split and tore open. Thick, coarse fur pushed its way through the fresh wounds, black as pitch. My nails stretched and reformed into long, razor-sharp claws. My teeth instantly sharpened into fangs. I fell forward, gasping hard—but the terrible, triumphant voice that laughed inside my head was no longer my own. I rose slowly on my digitigrade legs, powerful muscles rippling beneath thick fur darker than the night around me. My newly formed claws dug deep into the loose dirt and gravel. I was not merely a wolf. I was a Lycan. The beast was fully in my place now, and it was absolutely starving.

I have always known I was different, there was something inside of me and it's dark and scary.... I could see the fear in people's eye when they look at me, it was like the could see me for who I really was 'a monster'. But what I thought was dark and scary suddenly became dangerous and extremely deadly the moment I met him......and yet I have never felt more alive, we were wrong for each other In so many ways and yet nothing in my life has ever felt more right......from that moment he walked into my life onwards my life never remained the same.

[Warning: Mature Content] In the world of magic, amidst various species, there existed the Lumens. They were highly coveted for their blood and their extraordinary powers. ​ Amongst them was a Lumen Princess named Evelyn, an ethereal beauty, who lived her entire life believing she was weak and powerless. Abandoned by her father, abused by her stepmother & tormented by her brother, she never knew love. Shunned by society, she spent her entire life as a caged bird. ​But things start to change when Evelyn is sent to the infamous Blood Moon Academy on her eighteenth birthday, under the guise of completing her further education. ​The twist? The academy is situated in a kingdom of vampires. Terrified to be a walking delicacy amongst the creatures of the night, all it took was one fateful encounter to meet the most powerful predator alive—the crown prince of Versailles, Ivan Ignia De Ashen. He was drop-dead gorgeous and considered to be the epitome of perfection. He appeared as cold as ice, but was a raging inferno within, ready to burn anyone who dared to step into his breathing space. ​He warns her to stay away, but fate has its own plan. What will she do when he decides to claim her as his? ​Thrown together in a royal gothic academy full of power-hungry nobles, twisted professors, and more secrets than spellbooks, what truth will they uncover about their bloodlines and their past? ​ With enemies lurking in the shadows and ancient darkness threatening to rise again, what happens when the secrets about them begin to unravel? Excerpt- He finally moved his sinful lips and said "Hm, I'll help you catch up with your studies" he said, pausing for a moment before continuing "I don't usually do this....help, I mean. But since your progress also affects me, that's the only reason I'll help you this time." "Though, Princess, there are a couple of things I need you to keep in mind, before we move forward." When she nodded he continued, "I don't like wasting time. So when I call, you come. I don't appreciate anyone being intrusive about my matters, so I'd prefer if you keep any curious thoughts to yourself." "And lastly..," He leaned in slightly, maintaining steady eye contact with her. His voice dropped to a low, almost warning tone. "Don't fall in love with me. I don't do love. And the minute I find you show any signs of clinginess… that's when you'll pay the price." ..... "My payment would be…your blood." His eyes suddenly turned serious as he continued, "You shall never offer your blood to anyone else throughout your academic years...meaning you will never serve anyone else." Eve stood stunned, her breath caught in her throat as she waited for him to finish. Then he leaned in, his lips barely an inch from hers, and whispered, "Except me." The only word that kept echoing in her mind was 'blood'....and she could see she was becoming something rare in his eyes. A delicacy reserved for the devil himself. The book cover is mine, don't use it!