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Kidnapped at sixteen and returned to a life wrapped in wealth and surveillance, she grows up protected to the point of suffocation. At twenty-one, she is allowed freedom only in carefully measured doses like running a small publishing House, controlled outings, and two bodyguards who never leave her side. Sleep is fragile. Peace is temporary. When a panic-driven mistake brings her into the orbit of Alaric Voss, a man who thrives on control and silence, nothing about him resembles safety. He does not offer comfort. He does not explain. He does not soften. Alaric trains private security personnel for his fathers private security company and lives by rules that leave no room for emotion. When Alana asks him to teach her how to defend herself, he agrees under conditions as cold as his gaze: be early, be disciplined, or walk away. As her training sharpens her body, it also exposes truths neither of them are willing to name. Outside the dojo, a powerful figure from her past resurfaces, a man who believes ownership can be claimed, and that some debts are inherited. Caught between protection that cages her and strength that demands everything, Alana must decide whether learning to fight is enough or if reclaiming herself will cost more than she is ready to give. This is not a love story about rescue. Its about war in corporate society. war in love It is about restraint. trauma. healing. vicious circles that are deadly. About fear. A story of when a man who does not bend under any pressure meets what he hates. Definition of weakness. Yet he can't turn away. He fights his own demons daily without submitting and in his word fragility had no space. Yet he can't look away from the very picture of what he despises

Sagiri was never meant to exist. After his entire clan was wiped out he is the only surviving member and the last keeper yet he doesn't remember. Raised in secrecy and sent to Galka War Academy, he survives among boys trained to kill, endure, and obey. While others rely on strength and discipline, Sagiri carries something older. an echo that sharpens his senses, bends his body, and slowly erodes his humanity. The Echo is the legacy of the N’garu, a legendary clan erased from the world in a single night. They were warriors who could slip between moments, speak to the shadows of the past, and reshape fate with a thought. Their extinction was celebrated across the tribes. Their return is feared more than war. Sagiri carries the last spark of their power. A whispering presence tied to his heartbeat. A force that chooses its own master. But when he crosses paths with Lira, a girl unknowingly created to kill him, the Echo reacts violently breaking the barrier meant to forget and he remembers. Visions flood his mind. Forgotten beings turn their eyes. And the world begins to shift around him. The South wants to crown him. The North wants to erase him. The Echo within him wants something else entirely. And it has finally awakened. https://discord.gg/gMa9tend

this is my first book and it starts out as a huge info dump as well as barely any interactions, though it gets better in chapter 13 ============================ Jaxon has a normal life, he’s in school and has normal grades. He doesn’t want to be exceptional, that only brings unwanted attention. as he was walking home he gets ran over and dies he is taken to an unfamiliar place and told he is going to reincarnate. he is excited because he loves the idea of fantasy and especially magic. he gets born teaches himself magic and goes to school for knights he doesn’t want to stay in that school because the magic one is right next door. so on so forth, any more and it will spoil it —————————————————— the story won’t go premium and I am just looking for feedback on my writing

"Do you want to rape me?"Ira's voice came trembling. Vernon's expression didn't change. He bent closer until his face was only inches from hers, close enough that she could smell his deadly cologne. "Why don't you listen to me?" he asked quietly, almost gently. Ira was shaking heavily, but she forced herself to meet his eyes. "Because I want to destroy all of you." For a second worry flickered across Vernon's face, for her—for Ira. Vernon exhaled once — almost a sigh. "You're really stubborn. And an idiot." His phone buzzed from the room beside. Her retreated and went to the next room to answer it. Ira's gaze darted around wildly. On the small, scarred wooden table beside the bed sat a chipped fruit bowl. Inside it: one bruised apple… and the handle of a kitchen knife protruding from its side. Her pulse roared in her ears. She reached over—slowly at first, then faster—wrapped her fingers around the handle and yanked the blade free. A few flecks of apple clung to the steel. When Vernon turned back, phone still in his left hand, he froze. Ira was on her knees on the mattress now, both hands wrapped tight around the knife, point aimed outward. "Hey—hey! Are you crazy?" Vernon's voice cracked with sudden urgency. "Drop that!" "Send me home," Ira said, the words trembling but clear. "Right now." Vernon's jaw tightened. He knew he couldn't. Not yet. Kai's people would be watching the hotel, questioning staff, tracing every move. If they some how get to know about her, they'd destroy her. He made the calculation in seconds. Better to keep her here. A few days. Just long enough for the heat to die down. He took a careful step forward. Ira's grip tightened. "Don't come closer or I'll stab myself." Vernon didn't hesitate. He lunged. Ira swung wildly—but he was faster. His bandaged right hand closed around the blade. The knife bit deep into his palm through the gauze; fresh blood immediately soaked the white fabric. He didn't even flinch. ******** She believes he is a monster like those who raped her best friend and wants to destroy him. In truth, he is the man secretly protecting her from all those monsters, enduring every risk and hardship to keep her safe. In the rotting husk of a world where cities burn under atomic skies and power is measured in blood and blackmail, Draxton is owned by the Krossvales — seven orphaned brothers raised by a sadistic father into gods of violence.

Sean Green had 8 bad years in a row starting at the age of 8; now at 16, he moves into a house with strangers and he finds family

Tags: [Naruto] [System] [Fanfiction] [Rogue Ninja] [Dark] [Female Lead] Status: [Non-Transmigration] [Canon Divergence] This is the story of a girl who yearned for peace, only to fall step-by-step into the depths of darkness. To leap from a mere single tomoe directly to the Mangekyo Sharingan… just how much agonizing pain must one endure? Kanon Uchiha, the biological younger sister of Itachi and Sasuke, finds herself thrust into the nightmare of the Uchiha Clan Downfall. As the massacre begins, she is forced into a desperate confrontation with the Mysterious Masked Man. In Kanon’s heart, her parents were her entire world. When she finally drags her battered, broken body through the streets of Konoha and stumbles back to her home, she is met only with the cold, lifeless corpses of her mother and father, lying in a pool of thickening blood. In that singular, soul-shattering moment, the vibrant field of flowers that bloomed within her heart... Was crushed to ash.

The smell of death stung the nostrils, yet only the scent of her bread could restore his reason. It was merely a meeting between two strangers in a small village bakery, before the borders ignited, before the military seed became a symbol of death. He was just a young foreigner passing by her bakery every morning, and she was the baker who offered him warmth in the loaf she made with love. Suddenly, before their hearts could collide, the drums of war clashed. He became the enemy, and she the daughter of the occupied land. Loyalty to the heart was now counted as betrayal to the homeland.

This is a harrowing, emotionally devastating story about injustice, survival, and a love so pure that society mistakes it for sin. At the center stands Indrajit, a man whose life ended long before his heart stopped beating. Twelve years ago, at the age of twenty, Indrajit witnessed the brutal sexual assault and murder of his beloved girlfriend Tandra. Beaten nearly to death, pinned down, and rendered helpless, he was forced to listen as she screamed his name—begging him to save her. He could not. That moment shattered him forever. To shield the real perpetrators—wealthy, powerful men—the system did what it always does: it lied. Evidence was fabricated. Witnesses were silenced. And Indrajit was framed as both rapist and murderer. Society swallowed the lie without hesitation. His family, enslaved by honor and social image, disowned him. His father declared him dead. Funeral rites were performed for a son who was still breathing. Prison became his twelve-year-long apocalypse—an endless cycle of violence, humiliation, and psychological annihilation. Indrajit survived only through rage, guilt, and the echo of a promise he once made to Tandra: “I will always protect you.” A promise he believes he failed. Now thirty-two, Indrajit is released into a world that still sees him as a monster. Emotionally hollow, physically scarred, dependent on sleeping pills, and slowly destroying himself through starvation, he exists like a living corpse—waiting either for death or for one final reckoning. Fate places him in a decaying apartment complex where he meets his neighbors: Katha, a teenage schoolgirl glowing with innocence, and her mother Madhurima, a sex worker relentlessly humiliated, ostracized, and dehumanized by society. The colony’s residents—self-appointed moral guardians—unleash cruelty on both mother and daughter. Gossip, character assassination, and public shaming expose the deep hypocrisy, misogyny, and selective morality that thrive beneath respectability. In Katha and Madhurima, Indrajit recognizes a pain he knows too well—the pain of being judged without truth, condemned without mercy, and erased without trial. In a world where everyone hates and judges Indrajit, Katha was the only one to care for him. This made her the world to him . Though numb and broken, something within him stirs. Over time, Indrajit forms a quiet, profound bond with Katha. She heals him—she teaches him how to live again through small, human moments: conversation, laughter, curiosity, trust. Through her eyes, Indrajit slowly relearns what it means to breathe, to care, to exist beyond guilt. He becomes her silent shield in a hostile world. When society whispers that he is corrupting her… When rumors accuse him of stealing her innocence… When fingers point and morals scream— —he is the only one who never lays a finger on her. Their connection is deep, intense, and painfully pure—built on shared wounds, unspoken understanding, and unconditional protection. It is a love that dares not define itself, because the world has already decided it is wrong. Indrajit tries desperately to protect Katha from the cruelty of the world—knowing all too well what happens when innocence is left unguarded. But in doing so, he becomes the easiest villain to blame. This is not a story of forbidden desire. It is a story of forbidden humanity. A tragic tale where the man labeled a monster is the only one who knows how not to hurt, and the girl he was “never allowed to touch” becomes the reason he remembers how to live—even if it costs him everything.

"Congratulations... you are the glitch." With these words, Ray's life as a human ended, and his existence as a mere variable in a terrifying cosmic equation began. Cast into a realm governed by the laws of absolute power, he finds humanity at the very bottom of the hierarchy. Here, humans are “crushed by beings beyond comprehension, erased by forces that treat human life as static.” and scorned by the supreme "Entity." “they bestowed the ‘Origin of Sin’ upon the one person with nothing left to lose… unaware that sin, once awakened, does not obey its creator.” Armed with an ancient curse and a body that refuses to die, Ray decides that survival is not enough. His goal isn't to climb the hierarchy... but to turn it upside down. When death fails to stop you, pain becomes nothing but fuel. “What happens to a universe when death itself refuses to claim its enemy?” "See the World of TOOS Come to Life. Join our Discord for character arts, theories, and early updates : https://discord.gg/uvZKrrxDrt

Oee day in 2000 AD there is a fiery red planet in the sky people look up they thought it will just pass earth but it come straight to earth but strangely it phrase throught earth once it at the earth there is sunddenly a blind light and when you open your eyes it not thr world you know anymore

Consider this a major warning: In a world where everyone craves fast-paced stories, this one takes its time. This isn't some high-speed fluff; it is a slow-burn journey. Since most readers have their eyes on the "fastest" thing out there, this isn't for those who only want a quick thrill. This is a challenge. I dare you to read it. Break a leg, everyone. synopsis: Shu Yao has always loved Bai Qi. Silently. Secretly. With the kind of devotion that doesn’t ask to be returned. But Bai Qi has never looked his way—not like that. His eyes have always been on Shu Yao’s younger sister, Qing Yue. Bright, soft-spoken, radiant in the ways Shu Yao was told boys should never be. So Shu Yao stays quiet. He smiles when he must. He bleeds where no one can see. When a high fever forces him to break his routine and drop his mask, everything begins to shift. Bai Qi offers help—clumsy, well-meaning, but blind to the damage it causes. Shu Yao, too used to locking his doors and swallowing his ache, can’t bring himself to let it in. Not when every kindness feels like pity. Not when his dreams are haunted by things he can’t say aloud.

My billionaire husband was a gentleman—until he killed me." I was the perfect wife to London’s golden boy, Ryan Thorne. Then I discovered his Dark Web cult, and he put a bullet in my heart. Now, I’m back. Five years in the past, at the gala where we first met, I’m not the girl he remembers. I didn't return from the grave alone. I brought Vesper—my cold, predatory, and hyper-intelligent "other self." While I plot to dismantle his empire, I realize a terrifying truth: Ryan has a "Vesper" of his own. Two lovers. Two monsters. One mirror. Who survives the four-way war?

Innate Spirits are the physical manifestation of people’s souls, proof of their deepest desires and true nature. In a world where the powerful rule everything, those with weak or nonexistent spirits are completely dismissed. When children attain the age of 16, every child awakens their Innate Spirit through the awakening test, a moment that determines their fate all through their life. Cole was immediately termed trash. He failed to awaken, and all that was in the place of his spirit was an obscure figure no one could make out, but its presence briefly seemed to oppress all present. The feeling was fleeting, and Cole was branded as worthless; he was set to be reduced to nothing but a servant, discarded by a world that values power above all else. Desperate to defy his fate, Cole chased a chance at change, only to be met with overwhelming danger. In the face of death, his soul finally responded, and his innate spirit awakened. But the earth-shattering power he expected never came; instead, he received a book with rune deeply engraved all over its. Giving off intense oppressive vibes. A book that would grow alongside him and one day become the foundation upon which all life and all laws are rewritten.

There's only one day left before N University's summer vacation starts, and right now I'm lounging on the sofa at home. "Thank you for the gift, 'Universe World'." A soft voice came from the phone. The voice was not only melodious but also slightly distracted. On the phone screen, the owner of the soft voice was wearing an apron and cooking. Although she was only wearing an ordinary t-shirt and jeans, her full breasts, even reaching G, and her incredibly pert buttocks gave the ordinary clothes a unique and alluring beauty. I stared intently at my phone screen. There were nearly a hundred people in the live stream, and many comments. I was watching the scrolling text, my finger tapping something on it. "Wow, what a figure! Is this beautiful woman married?" "Hey beautiful, can I come to your house for a free meal? Just a free meal, nothing else~" I frowned deeply when I saw this comment because the woman on the screen was my mother. ************************* This book has 40 chapters in my patreon. So if you want to get early chapters of this book then visit my patreon and do support me. Patreon:- patreon.com/SmutWorld

He never dreamed of falling from a flying ship. It was more of a nightmare. Instead, Xavier dreamed of awakening a great Power. One that could turn the tide against monstrous hordes and bring justice to those oppressed and forgotten. He longed to explore the vast realm, aid those in need, and carve out a life brimming with adventure, danger, and the perfect balance of joy and excitement. Fate, however, had other plans with him. Kidnapped immediately after the Choosing, the realm Xavier knew changed forever. His nightmare turned to reality, and he fell from a flying ship. Jumped. And all just because the gods had chosen a Power for him – a Power feared by the Order, dreaded by the rulers of the Overworld, and coveted by the cunning Lords of the Netherworld. Xavier awakened Shift. A Cursed Power of unimaginable might, a force as perilous as it was formidable—perhaps stronger than anyone dared imagine. But he knows nothing of that. Follow Xavier as he learns more about the realm and its inhabitants. Follow his journey through the realms as he and his comrades seek to carve their names into the very Essence of all that was. But first, Xavier has to survive falling from the sky. After that, he could probably figure out what his stalker wants from him. *** Release schedule once premium 14x/week Extra chapters can be earned through powerstones and golden tickets. Cover - AI(temporarily - Several artists have been contacted.)

In the Seventeenth World, only ten percent have power. Ruo Kotaro is not one of them. He is the weakest human... invisible, forgotten, alone. Until he meets Kent Long, the strongest human, beneath the World Tree. But their world is not what it seems. It is an orphan... torn from a greater multiverse by a collision of titans. And watching from the shadows is a man with no name. Black eyes like an abyss. A face that shows nothing. He awakened at six in a world where only one percent have power. He walked the eighth path... Betrayal. He holds a blueprint no one else knows exists. He could have been king. He refused the crown. He could have sat on the throne. He refused the seat of power. Now the Illimitable Court has placed a bounty on him. Dead or alive or half dead. The Judgement Board shows a blank where his name should be—first position, most wanted, most dangerous. Hunters will come. Choices will be made. Bonds will break. Four orphans. One kingless world. One who refused everything. And the King of Evil, waiting in the shadows. Some thrones are not taken. They are earned. Some kings are not born. They are chosen. But this is not only the story of the world seventeen. This is the story of someone who belongs to Omniranked world two who walks between the worlds.

The Summer We Never Finished belongs to all of them — every summer that ended too soon, every year that the carriage pulled away from the gate and she stood with her hand raised, every letter that arrived instead of a person. It belongs specifically to the last summer, the one that stops in the middle. The one they were using so carefully, so fully, because one of them knew it was the last one. They never finished it. Some summers, the story suggests, are not meant to finish. Some are meant to be kept — in boxes beside inkstones, in names carved into bark, in the particular quality of a person's heartbeat felt through a back on a walk home. In the summer that stays forever because it never had the chance to end.

In an apartment shrouded in darkness, Rose is on the verge of making an irreversible decision when a mysterious letter appears at her door. It’s from Mica—her forgotten love—reminding her of a promise they once shared beneath an endless blue sky. Rose embarks on a desperate search for a person whose face she cannot even remember...

The world is being invaded by monsters that pour out of mysterious Spatial Cracks. To survive, humanity abandoned wars and united under sects that gather cultivators to fight the endless tide of monsters. Because of this, becoming a cultivator is no longer a dream, but a terrifying nightmare. One day, Desper awakened his Origin and became a cultivator. Accepting his fate, he prepared to spend his life fighting the monsters threatening humanity. But he discovered a terrifying truth. “My clan is the enemy of the world?! We are helping the monsters?! We are the root of every problem?!” What will he do? How will he hide his identity? Will he chase his past? This is the story of Desper, of losing those he loved, seeking revenge in their name, and walking a path that may shatter everything he thought he knew.