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After two years of being trapped in a loveless marriage, Cassie’s last hope shatters with one brutal diagnosis, she may never bear a child again. Desperate and heartbroken, she turns to surrogacy to hold onto her dream of motherhood. But when a hospital mix-up ties her to the ruthless Lycan Alpha, Donald Valdosta, her world spirals into chaos. Donald wants full custody of the child she carries, his heir. Cassie just wants to keep her baby and her sanity. But, when fate forces them under the same roof, secrets begin to unravel… including the truth about who Cassie really is. As rival Alphas plot to take over the pack, Donald’s empire begins to crumble...desire ignites between them in ways neither expected. She wanted a child. He wanted control. Fate wanted them together. But when love and power collide, will they survive what destiny has planned?

Snow falls along the coastal road. Ballerina Yoo Jin, carrying the child of her patron Choi Hyun-oh, is struck by a truck and plunges into the sea. When she opens her eyes, she has returned to age fifteen—the year her father took his own life. After sharing her final stage with Dong Ha, the ballerino she once adored, Yoo Jin vows to reject the sweet poison of sponsorship and dance for herself. A tragic ballet of love, obsession, and redemption that transcends time — 〈Odette〉

Ever since Shi Nian gained awareness, she has lived like a chained lion — repeating lifetimes, unable to break free. In her first life, she lost the man she loved. And fate never let them be free in any of the lives that followed. Now, in her seventh life, Shi Nian no longer struggles. She lives defeated, detached, unaware that the world around her has changed. Tired of endless struggle, Shi Nian only wants peace… until she meets Si Yehan, the man who should never have appeared in this world. As past and present intertwine, Shi Nian begins to sense that this world holds secrets even the heavens once feared. But when she finally opens her eyes— Will it be too late to rewrite her ending? Can she still face destiny when this life… is their final trial?

Once a country was united. Now it is divided. Will it ever be united again. Original Title: Subject Subzero All rights reserved. I post my stories on these other platforms: * Wattpad/username: skyfleet12z/ Link: https://www.wattpad.com/user/skyfleet12z * Royal Road/username: Skyfleet12z/ Link: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/573502

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.

Dead, empty eyes of the cursed prince… and the warm, honey-colored gaze of the one who can save him. A love forbidden by the gods, that could either free the prince from his curse… ...or destroy the whole kingdom. (Artwork by Horrifiest: https://x.com/horrifiest)

Karen had been standing in the rain for God knows how long. Her head hung low, eyes fixed on the wet ground as she swallowed hard again and again. She kept waiting—until the sharp scrape of metal rang out behind her. When she turned, the first thing she saw was a pair of headlights cutting through the downpour, blinding her vision. She raised a hand to her forehead, squinting against the glare. One man stepped out, opening an umbrella—only to hand it over to someone else. That second figure took the black umbrella and walked straight toward her. It was him. The last man she wanted to see. He looked at her with no expression. One hand on the umbrella, the other shoved deep in his pocket. His voice came low, calm, and calculated. “What are you doing here?” Karen licked her cracked lips, lifting her chin to meet his eyes. “I…I’m offering myself to you.” “I’m not interested anymore,” he said flatly. “Why would I waste my time waiting for you?” Karen clenched her fists tight, swallowing what little pride she had left. “Because you said it yourself—you wanted my body.” “You’d sell your body to me?” His words were sharp, unapologetic. Karen gave a stiff nod. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he bent slightly, grabbing her chin with a rough hand, his eyes glinting. “You know you can’t leave… not unless I decide to let you.” Karen nodded again. His mouth curved in the faintest, coldest smile. “Then get ready, Karen.”

The Day the Apocalypse Arrives—No One Has Privileges Anymore. It doesn't matter if you're a child, a man, a woman, or someone with a disability—if you want to survive, you must quickly grasp the rules of survival. Our only goal is to live—and to keep living.

This is a documentation of my mental clarity. I'm a black Author facing Racism and people trying to stop me from writing my book and trying to make me incapacitated. So here are my statements. Today is November 19th and I can read and write. I can walk and talk. I am thinking clearly. I am not slurring my speech and I am not fainting. I have been threatened with incapacitation by racists so if you can donate to help me relocate I would really appreciate it. Instagram : @financefantasybabe My Cashapp is $blockednormal

A mafia king in exile. A hacker with a bounty. A wilderness that could become their prison or their salvation. She’s a ghost in the digital world, brilliant, untouchable, until the day her enemies finally catch up. Bleeding and desperate, she stumbles into a remote cabin in the wild, expecting nothing but rejection. Instead, she finds him, rugged, ruthless, hiding from a past steeped in blood. To her, he looks like a survivalist. In truth, he’s the exiled heir of a mafia empire, a man with enemies as dangerous as her own. He wanted solitude, not complications. Yet the moment he sees her fire, her fear, and her stubborn will to survive, he knows he can’t push her away. But fragile trust can’t last forever. Secrets fester. Betrayals burn. And when the world comes hunting, her pursuers, his traitors—they’re forced into a war neither of them wanted to fight. Now, hunted by the same men who once betrayed him, their lives collide in a storm of bullets, blood, and desire. She may be the key to reclaiming his empire. He may be the shield that saves her life. But together, they’re a target no enemy can resist. Love can endure the war they’re about to start?

Kaio Monobe was once an ordinary delinquent bully, but five years later he has become an ordinary NEET. After he is encouraged to read a light novel, he is suddenly transported to that world, where he accidentally saves one of the characters from an untimely death.

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.”

Mariana Pérez was married to Diego Rivas, the Alpha of one of the strongest packs in the area. He gave her everything she could ever want. But when Diego goes back to his ex, her perfect life is over and she is all alone. Mariana is having Diego's kids, which is a huge betrayal that hurts her very much. She only has her pride and a terrible secret left. Diego is surprised when his old girlfriend comes back into his life. He is a famous Alpha and business tycoon. He makes the biggest mistake by leaving Mariana and their possible future behind because of old feelings and a desire to go back to an old love. He doesn't know that his own family's history will make him think about Mariana's leaving for a long time. Diego's life changes completely when he finds out about the kids he never knew about years later. This news shakes up his family, his pack, and his own heart. Can he make up for the harm his proud decisions have caused? Is it too late for him to win back the woman's heart after he said no? Diego wants to get back what he lost, but Mariana has to decide whether to forgive the man who hurt her or keep the walls she has built around herself. Is it still possible to love and trust again, or has the betrayal gone too far? Diego and Mariana need to deal with their past before it destroys everything they've ever known. This intense, emotional roller coaster of love, betrayal, and rescue shows that.

A dark paranormal romance about parallel lives, impossible choices, and what it costs to save someone when reality itself says they're supposed to die.

A guy why plays otome games wakes up in a world similar to a generic romance game but why is the Genera fire, and why am I the villainesses.

Half a century has passed since the fall of Wi, the nation of the Celestial Scions, once blessed by the divine entity Sahngjon. On Birahng, a remote island untouched by the swords of the new dynasty, Dahn, the last two scions of Wi and their loyal followers lie in wait, their hopes clinging to an ancient prophecy. Finally, the crimson star foretold in the prophecy appears, igniting a fire of ambition in the hearts of the two scions. Meanwhile, in the Dahn kingdom, the king, alarmed by the growing unrest among his people, dispatches his ambitious third child, Kyeong'ui, to Birahng, the island where the crimson star has descended. Amidst a clash of desires and destinies, the crimson star hangs in the balance. Whose path will it illuminate?

I wasn’t meant to live. But she wasn’t meant to die. Two sisters. One body. Together, we survive. The world didn’t end with fire or war. It ended with silence—slow, creeping decay that no one could stop. First, the food spoiled. Then the water turned. Then the air itself grew toxic, thick with ash and sickness. When the economy collapsed, humanity followed. Then came the infection. Skin gray, veins black, minds fractured. You could smell it before you saw it—the stench of flesh refusing to die. They weren’t corpses. They were people—still breathing, thinking, but twisted by hunger and rage. Rumor had it the government was working on a cure. Volunteers lined up, desperate for salvation. Soldiers were “volunteered” without a choice. But the cure didn’t heal. It evolved. What they created was worse—fast, brutal, intelligent, organized. A new breed of infected that turned against its creators and the world that betrayed them. When the crash came, my sister and I were running from it all. We’d made it miles outside the city before the road turned slick and the night exploded into metal and flame. When I opened my eyes, I was still in the car—smoke everywhere, the taste of blood thick in my mouth. My sister sat beside me, hands limp on the wheel. Her eyes were open. Her lips parted, as if about to say my name. But she was gone. I didn’t have to touch her to know it. She was dead. And as the cold crept through my body, I felt it—the slow pull of my own heartbeat fading, the world narrowing to a pinprick of light. Then I died too. Until I didn’t. When I woke again, everything was wrong. The air smelled sharper, my vision clearer. My reflection—hers. My voice—hers. I was alive. But not in my body. I was alive in hers. At first, I thought it was a shock, grief, and then insanity. Some twisted hallucination brought on by trauma. But then I felt her inside me. Not just memories—her. Her thoughts. Her instincts. Her strength. My sister had always been the quiet one, the gentle one. But this voice in my head? It was something else. Commanding. Ruthless. Capable of killing without hesitation. And that’s what we needed to survive. Now I walk the wastelands wearing her face, stalked by her whispers, pushing me to survive. Every day is a choice between hiding and fighting, between clinging to the girl I was—or becoming the weapon she’s trying to turn me into. No one is innocent anymore. No one is safe. And in the ruins of what’s left of humanity, love and guilt are the only things strong enough to make you fight one more day. Reborn As My Sister: After the Fall is a visceral, heart-stopping post-apocalyptic thriller about identity, sacrifice, and what it means to survive when survival itself demands you become something else

All Crystal could hear was his roaring breath burning her skin and the chains clanking as he made her his again and again. All Crystal could feel was him, above her, his body intertwined with hers as he kept coming inside her. This man, this Jarrod who, at her father's urging, had kidnapped her to protect her from a criminal, but for Crystal, it was above all him from whom she needed protection.

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.

After living a 'carefree life' and dying a tragic death, Advik thought that everything ended for good. But life is full of surprises and heaven likes to play with everyone. Hence, when he was ready to meet Yama in the netherworld, he opened his eyes in a place called Lost Soul's Realm and met three gods who told him that he died two thousand years ago. As if that was not enough to shock him when he was told that he is just a wandering soul and the only memories he has left are about or related to His Highness Shwet. Advik: "What the hell did I even do in my past life to deserve this?" Heaven: "You destroyed the entire empire of the person you loved the most and killed him." Advik: QAQ ... [Additional Tags] Slow Burn, Action, Adventure, Romance, Drama, Martial Arts, Supernatural, Ancient Times, Carefree Protagonist, Cruel Characters, Death of Loved Ones, Demonic Cultivation Techniques, Demons, Enemies Become Lovers, Evil Gods, Fantasy World, God-human Relationship, Hiding True Abilities, Long Separations, Love Interest Falls in Love First, Manly Gay Couple, Misunderstandings, Playful Protagonist, Puppeteers, Strong Love Interest, Tragic Past, Angst, Multiple Couples, Devoted Love Interest. ... Trigger warning: Description of Gore, Gruesome Scene, Blood, Violence, Self-Harm, Harrasment, Sexual Harassment, Manipulation, and other dark issues/themes. ... Twitter: @Park_Nambyul Facebook: @Park Nambyul Instagram: @park.nambyul Discord: @park_nambyul ... Art cover by me (Park Nambyul) do not use it.