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  “You were mine once,” Aiden murmured, pinning her to the wall. “And you will be mine again.”   Alina laughed softly, even as tears burned her eyes. “You chose another woman, Aiden. Now you don’t get to touch what you abandoned.”   Three years of silence. Three years of cold sheets. Three years of being the "Placeholder Luna."   Alina knew the terms: marry the powerful Alpha Aiden, provide an heir, and disappear when the contract expired. She played her part perfectly. But when Aiden’s childhood sweetheart returns to claim her throne, the rejection isn't just a formality—it’s a betrayal that leaves Alina shattered and exiled to the pack’s dangerous fringes.   Then, an accident comes that almost claims her life. Instead of death, she finds a savior: a scarred rogue, hunted by every pack in the territory. Where Aiden saw a contract, this stranger sees a Queen. Where Aiden saw a wolfless Omega, he sees a mate.   As the Rogue’s obsession with Alina grows, so does the danger. But back at the palace, Aiden is realizing that breaking the bond didn't stop the hunger. He wants his wife back. He wants his son home.   But the Rogue doesn't play by pack rules, and he has no intention of letting his rescued treasure go back to the man who threw her away.   The Alpha wants his legacy. The Rogue wants her soul. And Alina? She’s done playing by everyone else’s rules.

“Richard Sterling said he wanted to acquire my company. I told him every intern in my office has razed a civilization.” This is the 88th floor of the Infinite Tower—the final tribunal of humanity. I leash beasts called “The Greats.” Caesar is the viper coiled in my legal department. Napoleon is the war-hammer crushing my supply chains. Wu Zetian kneels to plead for her HR legacy, and Cleopatra wears a bio-shell I designed just to lick intelligence from the shadows. I stripped them of everything that made them “human.” No taste. No pain. No dopamine. Their heartbeats are merely lines of code I simulate. In this vault, empire is a scrap of paper, ambition is an algorithm, and the legacy of ages is calculated in pure ROI (Return on Investment). The rules are simple, and they are depraved: The Winner: Earns 24 hours of “Sensory Sync.” They get to taste, to bleed, to feel the warmth of the sun—shivering on the marble floor like dogs for a single day of “life.” The Loser: Earns a “Hell Start.” I will shatter your soul and reincarnate you as a eunuch, a sacrificial lamb, or a maggot in the next cycle. Every full moon, the Tavern opens. The millions slaughtered by these twelve tyrants gather as my fuel. The Jury screams behind the glass, casting blood-stained ballots to decide who walks the earth and who rots in the deep. Arsinoe is forging evidence. Cao Cao is hiding a blade in his sleeve. They think this is a game of corporate intrigue. They think they can stab my heart with their petty schemes. The fools have no idea: I only have 17 months left. Progress: 0.011%. If the needle doesn’t hit 1.000% in 17 months, I will drag these twelve monarchs and this rotting planet into the void with me. I am stitching the wounds of civilization with the flesh of tyrants. The dead are shouting. The emperors are clawing. And I smile. I have to. [Author's Note] “No redemption. Only performance. If you want a hero, look elsewhere. Here, Caesar is a tool, Cleopatra is a ghost, and the greatest emperors in history are just 0.00x% on my dashboard. Welcome to the 88th floor. The clock is ticking. The Jury is watching. Are you?”

From a Billionaire Elite to a strategic survivor and Leader. Jasper for once thought it was paranoia he told himself but after giving it a second thought, He told himself it’s preparation. The sky didn’t warn them, it had only burned and within a single moment, the world collapsed. Jasper was supposed to come home back to his wife, Stacy and to his brother, Anthony to see everything normal but normal doesn’t exist anymore not after the fire that fell from the sky or after the cities had turned into graveyards or signals died… only silence answered instead. Alone in the ruins, Jasper learns quickly that survival isn’t about strength but about adaptation and the world he’s walking through? It doesn’t forgive mistakes. As days turn into a brutal fight for existence. Water became scarce and rare, pure gold, food too was gone and trust? dead and the living? Sometimes they’re worse than whatever ended the world. But just when hope becomes a memory… will Jasper find them alive or dead? Now surrounded by a group that doesn’t trust him…He is also hunted by enemies they don’t fully understand…and weakened by a hunger that’s slowly tearing them apart Jasper faces a new reality: Surviving alone was simple and surviving together? That’s where people turn on each other. Because in this new world, every decision costs something and the deeper they go the clearer one terrifying truth becomes that the collapse wasn’t the end. It was the beginning of something far worse. And just when Jasper thinks that he understands the rules of survival a night will prove him wrong because something is always watching, tracking and waiting. Now the big question isn’t who survives only but who’s willing to stay human when it’s over. It’s a story of how an ordinary man became a weapon of war as he sacrificed his humanity to save the ones he protects. Once you start reading, you won’t stop.

This story is a fan-fiction set in the My Hero Academia universe, and all rights to the world and its characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi. The main character, Killua Zoldyck, is inspired by Hunter x Hunter, and all rights to the character belong to Yoshihiro Togashi. Visit my Patreon for the latest chapters and exclusive content! patreon.com/DEKUU_

This story is a fan-fiction set in the My Hero Academia universe, and all rights to the world and its characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi. The main character, Uchiha Madara, is inspired by Naruto, and all rights to the character belong to Masashi Kishimoto. Visit my Patreon for the latest chapters and exclusive content! patreon.com/DekuII

This is the story of Noel, her friends, and the mysterious school for elites that brought them together and gave them power.

Zhen wakes up to find herself in the battle of Moskei, the sound of the swords as they cut their victims was terrifying. She is unsure of how she got there and had little memories of who she was. She is rescued by a mysterious warrior,Wei Chen who is the keeper of the Dune. He rides back with her to the Sea. The Dune is the spiritual core that binds its keeper to its territory. While Wei Chen was away,the Northern emissaries waged war against the Sea( the fortress of all Harems). This was made possible because Wei Chen was disconnected from his dune for a short while. As the Sea prepared for the next invasion from the North, Zhen begins to display extraordinary abilities never seen before in all the land. As her stay was prolonged so was her confusion. Many spoke of a long kept prophecy,she was to fulfill. She saw dreams of possible connection to the Dune and the Warrior ancestor of the Sea. In the midst of all these, her heart became flooded with love for Wei Chen who was set to help her unlock her inner energy as quickly as possible. As she was being trained amongst the warrior orders,she must gain attainment of the seventh level of concentration and unlock the energy level which will prove that she really is the Chosen One. As the battle draws closer and new enemies are awakened,Zhen must discover her connection to the Dune,the Prophecy, Wei Chen and her part in overcoming the enemies of the Sea. If she embraces the possibilities within her, she may become -a warrior who belongs to no order at all

One night of cowardice cost her everything. Fifteen years ago, Isabella Gomez disappeared from the Ashford estate—a broken girl betrayed by the boy she loved. Now she's back as Aurora Castillo: tech mogul, untouchable CEO, and the woman determined to destroy him. Liam Ashford has spent fifteen years searching for the girl he failed. He doesn't know she's standing right in front of him—or that every smile, every conversation, every moment of growing attraction is part of her revenge. But as Aurora plays a dangerous triple-game to dismantle his empire, her best friend's jealousy and a ruthless corporate raider's blackmail threaten to expose everything. Can you fall in love with someone you came back to ruin?

His life was always defined by speed and victory. On the virtual gaming screen, he was unbeatable, and on the racing track, he was a fearsome rival. But an unexpected encounter slowly begins to change the rules of his world. Amid rivalry, misunderstandings, and hidden secrets from the past, a feeling is born — one that cannot be measured by game levels or the finish line of a race. Every decision turns into a risky move, and every relationship feels like a new match — where winning means gaining everything, and losing means losing it all. In the end, will they be able to break the walls of fear, pride, and truth to move forward together? Or will their burning love fade away in this world of speed and games…? Updates daily with intense gaming battles, emotional twists, and burning romance.”

The Geometry of a Lie In the heart of South Delhi's elite circles, perfection isn't a goal—it's a requirement. The story opens with the arrival of Ananya Iyer, a brilliant, soft-spoken transplant from the coastal calm of Chennai. Ananya is the "Diamond of the Residency," a prestigious luxury complex where she is immediately paired with Arth Rathore, the Student Council President of St. Jude's International and the heir to a political dynasty. To the world, they are the "Golden Couple." They share a silver Audi to school, a desk in every honors class, and a future that has been pre-written by their powerful parents. But Ananya is a girl living in the margins of her own life. She is suffocating under the weight of the "Rathore Blueprint." Her only sanctuary is a secret she keeps from everyone: her afternoon escape to a local library in the gritty neighborhood of Malviya Nagar, where she befriends Swara Malhotra, a vibrant 10th grader with a blue scooty and a rebellious spirit.

Chahat fell in love with Aarav from their very first clash. But Aarav’s heart belonged to someone else — Myra The wedding that was meant to unite Aarav and Myra… fate had other plans. In an unexpected twist of destiny, it was Chahat who became Aarav’s bride. On one side stands her silent, unconditional love. On the other, Aarav’s heart that never chose her. Can a marriage born out of circumstances turn into true love? Can Aarav ever look at Chahat the way she has always looked at him? Love at First Clash — A story where a misunderstanding led to marriage… but will it ever lead to love?

In a world where the chosen bear Divine Scars glowing outlines channeling infinite power leaked by Singular Beings humans forge abilities from that endless divine energy. One outline: Lightlinger. Two: Lightrozer. Their strength is bound to one or two domains, dictated by which Divine's energy flows through their scar. However, some only have an outline, with no scar. But the world is never fair. Those not chosen, driven by envy, turn to a darker path. They become Darkens killing and absorbing finite souls through cursed artifacts called Ghost Vaults. Unlike the limited Lights, Darkens craft unpredictable, often fatal abilities from stolen life essence. Souls are finite, and the hunt never ends. The vastness of existence holds boredom in some corners… and alongside it, curiosity guiding everything. Age of Layers dives into the hearts of broken souls where guilt never fades, promises warp lives, and fragile bonds are the only defiance against an indifferent cosmos. It asks one question: What are humans? What to expect : Multiple shifting POVs and perspectives (the story moves fluidly between characters in a mosaic style) Slow-burn psychological dark fantasy focused on human nature, lies, trauma, and coping mechanisms Complex, flawed characters with deep inner contradictions and realistic emotional struggles Themes of indifference, rewritten reality, and “what are humans?” under pressure Non-linear mosaic storytelling with frequent scene shifts, flashbacks, and quiet horror Gradual escalation from intimate family drama and personal fractures to larger cosmic events No traditional heroes or fast power fantasy — the real conflict is internal and systemic Discord: https://discord.gg/3jUR673eXW

In a city where hidden factions and ancient bloodlines shape the balance of power… Rhythm decides survival. Hesitation is fatal. Johnny walks alone, black coat, steady hands, a past he can’t outrun. Once a mercenary, now hunting the truth behind his missing niece, he cuts down anyone in his way. Daisy is young, sharp, and running for her life. Her home is gone. Her past is ash. Survival drags her into the hands of thieves, where trust is a risk—and every choice has a cost. Their paths move on different rhythms. But the city is closing in. Gangs rule like kingdoms. Crime lords pull strings from the dark. Assassins listen for weakness. And somewhere in the shadows, Legends are rising—beings who don’t just fight… They change the rules of reality. Johnny and Daisy stand at the center. But they are not the only players. Power shifts fast. Alliances break faster. The rhythm decides everything.  The city is listening. A story of layered factions and shifting perspectives. Sing… or die.

Antonio didn’t plan to notice her. But Sofia isn’t someone you ignore. She’s bold, sharp, always in control, the kind of woman who sees more than she says. One night between them should’ve ended there. It didn’t. Because something about her stays with him. And something about him… unsettles her. They don’t ask questions. Not at first. Both have pasts they don’t talk about. Both have things they’d rather leave buried. But slowly, that becomes impossible. Sofia starts to feel it—like something isn’t right. Small things. Gaps in her past. A life that doesn’t fully make sense. And Antonio notices it too. He starts putting pieces together. Quietly. Carefully. What begins as attraction turns into something deeper… and darker. Because this isn’t just about them. Sofia’s past isn’t just complicated , it was built on lies. The people she trusted weren’t what they seemed. And the truth about what happened to them… is closer to her than she could ever imagine. Because the man standing in front of her the one she’s starting to trust isn’t just part of her present. He’s part of her past. And when the truth finally comes out… it won’t just break her. It will destroy everything between them.

In a family where power is the only currency, Mara Kline was born bankrupt. For the Klines, supernatural gifts are a birthright, celebrated with prestige and pride. But Mara was the "hollow one." The mistake. The quiet daughter left in the shadows while her siblings basked in the light of their abilities. Until the darkness finally answered back. It didn’t arrive with a spark or a ceremony. It came as a Voice—cold, precise, and hauntingly intimate. It doesn’t just see the world; it deconstructs it. The Voice shows Mara the rotting truths buried in the present, the jagged shards of the past, and glimpses of a future that should never exist. Now, Mara is no longer the girl they overlooked. She is the girl they fear. While her family manipulates reality, Mara navigates the "in-between." She sees what people hide in the marrow of their bones. But power this absolute demands a pound of flesh. The more she listens to the Voice, the further she drifts from her own humanity. The Klines call her gift a curse. The world calls it a demon. Mara doesn’t argue. Because for the first time in her life, she isn't just a witness to the story. She’s the one holding the knife. In the city's darkest corners, some secrets are meant to stay buried. Mara Kline is about to dig them all up.

"They say the dead don't speak. They lied. They scream, and they remember every face that let them die." Adrian Ace Miller was a professional at doing nothing. A shut-in gamer and a self-proclaimed coward, his only goal was to survive another day of unemployment. But when the world tilts and he wakes up in the clinical, shadow-drenched halls of Nox Corporation, "survival" takes on a terrifying new meaning. Recruited as Unit 091, Adrian is no longer a player—he is an "asset" in a high-stakes experiment where ghosts are the currency and fear is the fuel. Beside him stands David Halter, a man who claims to be his "shield," but who is slowly losing his own humanity to protect a ghost from his past. How many pieces of yourself must you cut away to survive? When the "Coward" finally finds his courage, will there be anything left of the man he used to be? "Warning: Entry into Nox Corporation may involve: Coarse language, experimental psychological distress, and the occasional loss of humanity. Proceed at your own risk." -Unit 091

Grace Sterling's fiancé was supposed to be the future. Instead, he became the past in a single moment of gunfire. When James Colton dies in a mafia ambush meant for someone else, Grace loses her future and gains a new cage. Vincent Moretti, the aging godfather, publicly claims her as his protected ward. It's supposed to be honor. It's supposed to be safety. But Grace quickly realizes it's a chains made of silk and threats. She's expected to grieve quietly, stand beautiful at Moretti family events, and ask no questions about the business that killed her fiancé. Then she meets Marcus Kane. Marcus is Vincent's oldest son. The silent one. The strategist everyone whispers about when they think no one is listening. While his younger brother Dominic plays the role of heir, Marcus watches from the shadows, seeing everything, controlling more than anyone realizes. He should be dangerous to her. Instead, he becomes the only person in this world who looks at her and sees something other than a grieving widow to be managed. But Marcus has spent years buried in the family business, moving pieces on a chess board that includes crime lords, corrupt officials, and his own ambitious family. He doesn't do feelings. He doesn't do weakness. He certainly doesn't do love with women he's supposed to protect. Except Grace isn't looking for protection. She's looking for power. Using negotiation, psychology, and legal knowledge from her paralegal job, Grace begins to move through the underworld's shadow politics. She becomes essential to family decisions. She learns to read men who kill as easily as breathing. She develops a strategy that puts her at the center of power while keeping her hands clean. But she can't manipulate her own heart. Every conversation with Marcus becomes loaded. Every accidental touch burns. Every time he protects her, she wants him more. Every time he pulls away, she understands why he does it and it breaks her anyway. When Dominic Moretti discovers what's really happening, when federal investigators close in, when the family's enemies decide Grace is the perfect target, everything changes. Grace must choose between the power she's building, the loyalty demanded by a godfather who raised her from nothing, and the dangerous love she feels for a man who can never truly be hers. Because in this world, love is leverage. And leverage always gets you killed.

Eleni’s flower shop is dying, her brother is sick, and her 6-year-old daughter Mia is the only light in her world. When the "King of Shadows," Ben, offers to buy her soul along with her debts, Eleni has no choice. The deal? Hide his illegal gold beneath her roses. The risk? If she’s caught, she loses her life. If she stays, she might lose her heart to a monster who doesn't believe in love. In a city of blood and petals, can a rose survive the winter of the underworld?

Imagine a war so catastrophic that out of every hundred people, ninety-nine would perish, leaving only one wounded soul standing amidst the ruins. This is a conflict of such unimaginable scale that it could ignite in the blink of an eye. A war that begins the very moment a man takes a sip of water, or when another merely blinks. In an instant, the ordinary transforms into the apocalyptic. This is the war that will define the 21st century. The one the world will remember as the greatest and most devastating of all: World War III.