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In this world, there are people who can see beyond the normal naked eyes. These people can read minds, talk to the dead and connect to the unseen. They can talk to death itself. Orisi Mani is one of those few people. From an extremely poor family in Uganda, ever since she was born, nothing seemed to interest her, not even the grinning ghosts she met when she first opened her eyes from her mothers womb. She can tell what one is thinking without trying and that alone made her more lonely. However, She soon finds herself having to save her mother from a major set up that could lead to her death, hence having to reveal her real identity. In the process, she attracts good and bad people. After saving her mother, she just wants to continue her life as before but this is no longer possible, rumor has already spread among the living and the dead... This story follows Orisi Mani as she takes on the journey of fighting evil, saving lives and adjusting to the life she once didn't want to step in.

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

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

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

Permission to Die is a gruesome, pulse-pounding horror-thriller set in a world where shadows hide the horrifying truth, It is also jam packed with action and superhuman societies ruling from behind the scenes, manipulating the fates of millions. At the center of this hidden war is Rowe Hargrave, a seemingly normal high school student by day—and a relentless, death-defying vigilante by night. Rowe’s power? She can’t die. No matter how brutal the injury or how violent her death, her body fixes itself, pulling her back from the brink again and again. But the pain never fades—she feels every agonizing moment of death and resurrection. Is she fearless in the face of death, or just caught in a nightmare she can never escape? Rowe’s vigilante path is one of blood and secrets, each fight taking her deeper into the sinister heart of a hidden world. Superhuman factions—each more dangerous than the last—lurk in the shadows, some seeking to control her, others to destroy her. As the body count rises, Rowe must confront the horrifying possibility that she isn’t just fighting the world’s monsters—she might be one of them. But even immortality has its limits, and there are forces at work far more terrifying than death. In a city teetering on the edge of chaos, Rowe is about to learn that some fates are worse than death. Because every resurrection brings her closer to uncovering the truth—and the truth might just tear her apart. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello, everyone! Author here. This is my first original story, and only the second piece I’ve ever written—the first being a fanfic that some of you might remember. Now, I’m excited to finally take a shot at writing a full-fledged novel. I truly hope you enjoy reading it, and I’d love to hear your thoughts along the way. P.S. I don't know why, but I can't add Action in the tag list, and I am only gonna be posting 2-3 chapters a week for now.. because things are a really tight financially. Between college expenses and looking for part-time work, it's been quite a challenge. But hopefully, one day, I’ll be able to commission an artist to bring the cover to life. Thanks for understanding!

Long ago, in the back of an ambulance, two grieving sisters Lilly and Millie made a pact—a promise to punish those who failed their mother. Lilly was too young, too shattered, and eventually forgot. Not that it matters since her twin sister Lilly succumbed to her injuries obtained in the fatal crash. Now, bodies are piling up, and every piece of evidence points to the remaining twin. Can Millie prove her innocence before it’s too late?

[Mature Content] Alessia wanted nothing more than to escape the mafia and its ruthless Don who claimed to be her father. ... "I already told you what I wanted." Dervan said without a change in expression. "Become my wife." Alessia froze. His wife? He wanted her to be his wife?! She glared at him icily. "You want a murderer for a wife? What kind of person do you think I am? I'm not a fool who would fall for such an obvious trap!" ... Alessia's life has been miserable ever since she was brought into the mafia. Almost everyday was a waking nightmare and the little happiness she managed to gain at times was taken away from her in a flash. Things seemed to turn out for the worse when her assignment to assassinate a popular CEO's precious daughter is found out by none other than Dervan Salviati, the powerful owner of the largest cooperation in the whole country. And he wanted a criminal like her to be his wife...? Seriously?! Still, Alessia had no other choice than to accept his absurd offer to escape her so-called father, without a clue of what exactly she was getting herself into...

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

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

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

In the coastal city of Nhemba the river meets the sea and every tide brings a new secret. Kairo is the city commander who has trained himself to be a shield, a man whose silence keeps lives intact and whose hands know how to hold danger steady. Lila is a refugee healer who arrived with only a satchel and a stubborn hope, a woman who reads the body like a map and stitches broken things back together. When a merchant cart overturns at the eastern gate it looks like rotten wood and bad luck. Kairo notices a deliberate cut, and Lila recognizes a rare toxin in the spilled grain. The accident is the spark that reveals a conspiracy reaching into the court, a plot that could shatter Nhemba and set old rivalries ablaze. Ordered to investigate, Kairo and Lila form an uneasy alliance. He brings strategy and steel, she brings knowledge and unexpected courage. Neither trusts the other at first, and both hide pieces of a past that could undo what they are trying to save. As they chase clues through salt-stained docks, shadowed warehouses, and opulent council rooms, their partnership deepens into something neither planned. Lila discovers that her past harbors a secret tied to the poison, and Kairo must face betrayals he buried long ago. The city tests them with betrayals, public scandal, and a coup that forces private loyalties into public choice. The Warrior Who Loved Me First is a slow burn romance about duty and surrender, about two people who learn that guarding a city is nothing compared to guarding a heart. Against a backdrop of political intrigue and Afrofantasy court life, Kairo and Lila must decide if love is a vulnerability to hide or the strength they will use to save Nhemba. The final choice will ask everything of them, and whatever they give will change the city forever.

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

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

This story follows Mizuha’s daily life at her new high school, including her friendships and the challenges she faces. It also features the stories of her friends, exploring their backgrounds and past experiences.

You were in the recording studio with your two best friends Jennie and Rose. Bored, Jennie suggests you three play a game of "Never have I ever".

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

Isekaied into one of the many Eroge that she often played to 'relieve stress', Natalie is going to have to navigate a world that runs on 'fun' logic as well as power. Taking the place of the main character at a magical academy, Natalie has to make use of all her knowledge about this game world to live a comfortable life, but since it was once a game world, things never go smoothly, and it definitely isn't uneventful. Join her as she navigates a world where pleasure is sometimes more common and accepted then it should be while also having to worry about the threats to come... either from her new peers or from those outside of the Academy. ~~~ Warning: This is a futanari MC that will be both a 'giver' and a 'taker', which is where the Yuri prompt comes in. If you want pure Yuri I am sorry but it won't be that common in this novel; maybe eventually something will be introduced to spice things up in this novel, but otherwise it is a futanari book. This should be a healthy mix of smut and slice of life with the occasional action scenes to keep things fresh, and if you have read any of my other novels it should be a nice in-between of Servant System and Reincarnated As The Only Human - that means a fair amount of smut but also less 'stagnation' coming from that as I progress the story. I hope you enjoy and at least give it a chance, and I am always wanting to improve so don't hesitate to leave a comment~!

“The end of the world was her fault or so they made it seem.” Doctor Riven Callis, the genius who devoted her life to saving Earth, found the solution humanity needed. But instead of glory, she met betrayal. The powerful twisted her creation into a weapon and silenced her with death. Two years later, she is reborn as Willow Sterling. By the time she turns eighteen, the world has almost recovered from the apocalypse and her new life is only just beginning. This time, Willow has her journey clearly drawn out. Clear her name and seize the future stolen from her. But what she doesn't expect is four strangers joining her journey. A grim assassin who kills without hesitation. A narcissistic bully who won’t leave her alone. A boy next door that seems harmless... or at least pretends to be. And a battle-scarred warrior who has only ever known war. Want to know how Willow rebuilds the world that she ended with her army of four?

“Let me lick it clean,” said Xie Daiyu as he looked at Ruan Chanchan’s wound. Hearing his suggestion, Ruan Chanchan paused and looked at the mer in shock. She pursed her lips and said to him, “You are kidding me. Aren’t you?” “Why do you think I am joking?” The mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan gritted her teeth and said, “Because the wound is not somewhere you can just lick me.” “What's the matter?” Xie Daiyu asked with an innocent expression, even though his lips were about to curl in a smirk. “You are a beast woman, and I am a beast mer… this is nothing.” He pushed Ruan Chanchan down on the ground, his fingers skimming against her inner thigh. “It will be over in a matter of seconds.” Like hell it did! She ended up becoming the mother of his child. ** “This is not how you are supposed to do it.” With a frown, Rong Xian stared at her. The mer was usually silent, but today he was unusually chatty. Ruan Chanchan rolled her eyes while peering out of a boulder. She was staring at the sea while trying to look for the prince of the Basilosauruses. Her eyes kept flickering as she said to the mer behind her, “I need to talk with the prince, no matter what.” “Oh, and what do you want to talk to him about?” “Just about the salt trade.” “And what are you going to offer him in return?” the mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan frowned at his question. She turned to look at him before saying, “What can I offer? At most, we can discuss some kind of cooperation.” Rong Xian licked his lips as he moved forward. He caught hold of the woman and turned her around as he pressed her against the boulder. “I don’t know about cooperation, but we can discuss copulation. What do you say, Miss Ruan? Do you want this prince to give you a litter of little basilosauruses?” ** “You need to put more strength into it,” said Liang Feng. His brows were furrowed as he looked at the weak woman who was trying to pull the fang out of her arm. Ruan Chanchan frowned and scowled at the mer. She said to him, “Do you think that it's so easy?! Why don’t you do it if you think that it's that easy?” The mer sighed and crouched down. He reached out and caught Ruan Chanchan’s arm in his hands and, without waiting for the woman to say anything else, he pulled the fang out of her arm. “AHHH—urk!” Ruan Chanchan’s scream came to a sudden halt when the mer fed her a piece of flame fruit, which was sweet and delicious. “Feeling alright?” Liang Feng asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan nodded, and the mer smiled. “Good girl.” ** Kaboom! “You have to be kidding me!” That's how Ruan Chanchan felt after landing in a prehistoric world where not only did a gender other than men and women exist, but on top of that, these people could turn into beastmen! The second she arrived, Ruan Chanchan was almost squashed to death — but somehow she managed to escape. Don’t ask her how she did it; Ruan Chanchan still had some ptsd due to that incident. But if that was not bad enough, the world where she landed was also about to end. Great. Let the world know that Ruan Chanchan had offended some great immortal somewhere. Now, if she wanted to survive, then not only did she have to teach these beastmen how to farm, cook and clean themselves—You don’t want to get her started on how dirty these beastmen could be without knowing how to clean their hands and shower every day. And raw meat—yuck. Easy? Not! Not only did she transmigrate into the body of a fool, but she also ended up becoming the only beast woman who had no beast form. With a broken beast nucleus, Ruan Chanchan couldn’t find a single person who would willingly trust her. Fortunately, she had a supermarket system with her. Watch her use cotton balls and antiseptic ointments to stop the minor bleeding of the beastmen and use common antiparasitic medications to save a dying beast cub.

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