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"To flee one monster she gave herself to another " “Little fish, where do you think you’re going to?” Damien’s tone was mocking, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “You know going back there means going back to him. Or perhaps…” his lips curved, “are you interested in incest?” Bella’s cheeks burned red with shame and anger. “I’m just worried about my mother,” she said quickly. “Oh, don’t worry.” Damien’s smile turned sinful. “Why don’t we make another deal? This time, I want more than your blood.” Bella’s chest tightened. She knew whatever deal he offered would leave her cheated—just like before, when he’d promised to help her escape Marcus in exchange for her blood, while secretly asking her father to gift her to him. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice doubtful. “Seems like my little goldfish is getting clever,” Damien drawled. “But it’s not like you have much of a choice.” “At least this time I’ll know what I’m getting into,” Bella reasoned, though her voice trembled. He moved closer, his presence swallowing the space between them. His head dipped low, as if to murmur a secret, his lips dangerously close to hers. “I want your body,” Damien whispered, voice like velvet over steel. “And your soul—in full. Bella, the daughter of a king and his captured mermaid concubine, has never been treated as a true princess. Shunned and unloved, her world shatters when she discovers her stepbrother’s dangerous obsession—one she cannot understand and cannot escape. Fleeing from his twisted desire, Bella’s path collides with a fate far darker. The cruel yet mesmerizing Vampire King, Damien Althour Valemont, is drawn to her beauty and her rare mermaid blood. He wants her, body and soul, and nothing will stand in his way. Caught between the brother she fears and the vampire king who threatens to consume her, Bella must choose which cage she will step into—only to find out that love and ruin may be one and the same.

Sold by her own father, she walked into a marriage the world called a curse — only to discover the man in the wheelchair was far more dangerous than her past. ____ Liu Yifei: Dad, how could you do this to me? I am your biological daughter. Whatever you did to me till date, I never questioned you. But today it has crossed all limits, this is a question of my life, after all “How could you arrange my marriage to a paralyzed man?” "Slap..!** Father Liu: How dare you speak to me loudly and question me? Don't forget that you are in my house, you eat my food, you wear my clothes and instead of repaying my favor, you are questioning me..! You too are a ill-mannered and bad character like your mother. I wish you too had died along with your mother, then I would not have to see these days. Tears welled up in Liu Yifei's eyes. She has endured a lot of physical abuse, but she has never felt as bad as she does today from her father's words. *** Liu Yifei is the eldest daughter of a respected family in Shenzhen. But his condition in the family is worse than that of a servant. Ever since her father remarried, her stepmother and step-siblings never miss a chance to put her down. And the surprising thing is that her father also supports her stepmother and stepbrothers and sisters. Her father has changed a lot since his second marriage. ___ My dear grandson, we are doing this for your own good. If we knew who your girlfriend was, we wouldn't have gotten you married to someone else. But trust me that girl is very nice, you are 28 years old now you also need a life partner who can take care of you.. "Zhang's grandmother said to her only grandson. Zhang is not at all happy with his arranged marriage. Although he has not told this to anyone, but his grandfather and grandmother are the only people who understand him without him speaking. *** Zhang Xiao is the only son of China's richest businessman, but sadly, his entire body is paralyzed except his head. Zhang Xiao was a living example of a spoiled child of a rich father, but at the age of 18, a mistake he made changed his entire life. His passion was driving cars and one day, after an accident while racing, the doctors declared him permanently paralyzed. ________ [ Warning ] The story will also contain 18+ scenes so read at your own risk This is my first story. I hope my dear readers will like the story and support me.

When a mysterious blackout sweeps through the city of Orvale, residents awaken to find fragments of their memories missing. Forensic psychologist Dr. Elara Voss is called to assist the police in decoding a string of bizarre murders — each victim found with a cryptic note written in their own handwriting: “Wake up.” But as Elara delves deeper, her own sense of time and self begins to distort. The city’s surveillance cameras flicker with impossible images — versions of her doing things she can’t remember. The case spirals into a mind-bending maze of consciousness, identity, and control. Everyone in Orvale has something to hide — but what if the biggest secret lies inside Elara’s own mind?

complete. Genre: Dark Fantasy | Historical Fiction | Slow Burn Romance | Mystery The Light That Burns: At the precipice of womanhood, Sunslite is defined by a deep family secret: a peculiar 'light' resides in her unusual, dark eyes—a power that is the key to her ancient lineage. Her mother’s final whisper confirms the stakes: "May your journey be bright... Wherever you go, you carry my heart." The Grand House of Reinhart: Torn from her simple life, Sunslite is whisked away to The Grand House of Reinhart, a sprawling, shadowed gothic manor cloaked in mystery and centuries of tradition. Her father's command is absolute: her inner power will either save her... or burn her to ash. The Guide: Waiting for her is Hridoy (33), her new teacher and guide—a blue-eyed man whose commanding presence and unnerving reverence create immediate fear. While he pledges loyalty, his strange actions (such as a lingering, silent kiss upon her hand) confirm that her path is far from ordinary. The Test of Power: Under Hridoy's watchful, intense gaze, Sunslite must learn to control the volatile magic within. She must navigate a world of ancient libraries, secret pacts, and the overwhelming weight of destiny. Can she master the power of the Reinhart bloodline and survive a teacher who embodies both her greatest comfort and her deepest fear? Read now for a story of inherited magic, gothic intrigue, and a secret that threatens to consume the light of its own bearer.

A paid “World Cultures Tour” that’s really just two unhinged guides, one exhausted assistant, and a Client rich enough to survive the chaos. Every nation gets shredded into absurdity, reassembled into memes, and served with ketchup, hookah smoke, and misplaced confidence. It’s loud, meta, stupid-smart, and absolutely illegal in three dimensions. Welcome to In Da Hood — the only museum where the walls never existed.

They survived the fall of their world. Led by the stalwart Commander Kaisei Aoi and the resolute Mayor Seiko Nakahara, the last refugees of Ostoria have fled the frozen ruins of their homeland. Their desperate march south leads them to Eldoria—a pristine city untouched by war, bathed in a gentle, magical light. A sanctuary at last. But its rulers are the very legends who abandoned Ostoria in its final hour: the Suicidal Division. Six godlike beings of terrifying, casual power, they offer shelter on their own incomprehensible terms. To the traumatized refugees, their new home feels like a beautiful, gilded cage. Cold halls, endless skeleton patrols, and a cheerful propagandist announcing a brutal tournament to "sort the strong from the weak." Only Lia Shinsei, a sharp-eyed Blue Mage, begins to question the narrative. Are their saviors truly monstrous jailers, or something else entirely? As Yoshiya and Omina try to build a fragile peace, Lia's investigation uncovers a shocking truth: the Division's "cruelty" might be a profound and tragic misunderstanding. Now, two factions form. One will fight for a place in Eldoria's harsh new order. The other, led by Kaisei and Seiko, will choose a dangerous, defiant path: to leave the cage behind and reclaim the ashes of their home. For in Eldoria, sanctuary has a price. And every pillar casts a long shadow.

A world where it pains so much you want to die. But there is enough person moving and pushing you to try one last time before you realize how lame the life is

Christmas night, 2035. Strait of Hormuz. Captain John Hastings and his seven-man Gray Horse element fast-roped onto a burning platform to seize a beer-cooler-sized bioweapon. None of them made it off alive. Only Hastings did. A micro-payload punched through his plate and lodged an inch from his heart. The experimental toxin NMDA-7 began rewriting his brain in real time. Medically retired and stamped “severe PTSD,” he was cut loose and sent home. Then the dead started talking. His teammates ride at his six on comms that haven’t existed for years. Past and present bleed together. Seven dead men in his headset and vengeance in his veins, Hastings turns a neon megacity into his private kill zone. Every body he drops breaks the only rule that matters in the underworld, jacking his bounty higher with every heartbeat. Hunted by every contractor on the continent, caught between two timelines, armed only with the dead in his head, he races toward a single, terrible truth: The platform never stopped burning. The war never ended. Some men come home in body bags. John Hastings came home with the war still lodged next to his heart. Now the world finds out what happens when a Tier-One ghost refuses to stay dead.

A bleak survival tale of two best friends navigating a cruel and decaying world. The protagonist is part of an underground organization,operating beyond government control, whose goal is to exterminate the world’s only immortal being. This immortal antagonist believes humanity is beyond redemption and seeks to erase all sinful humans from existence.

Deep within an isolated American forest, where light barely reaches the ground, a group of young people vanish during what was supposed to be a short trip. But the forest never returns those who enter it unchanged. With every step, something unseen begins to watch them… A shadow that does not move like a human, cannot be clearly seen, and is never heard — yet it is always there. Its name is only whispered: Noctyrr. As nights turn into psychological trials, curses emerge one by one, as if the forest is carefully choosing its victims. Ancient secrets, forgotten symbols, and fear that creeps into the mind long before it reaches the body. As the end draws closer, the survivors uncover a terrifying truth: Noctyrr is not a creature hunting them — it is something waiting to be summoned. A psychological horror novel about curses, shadows, and the fear born when you realize the darkness has been watching you from the very beginning.

Boris and Melina were meant to observe the past—never to live inside it. A malfunction during a temporal experiment strands them in a prehistoric world, long before language, science, morality, or biological understanding. Using a future device that renders them invisible and untouchable, they become silent witnesses to humanity at its earliest stage: intelligent, curious… and dangerously ignorant. Here, curiosity is not heroic. Pleasure is discovered before purpose. Blood appears without wounds. Pregnancy is mistaken for disease. Birth is treated as catastrophe. Early humans experiment not out of cruelty, but confusion—touching, cutting, isolating, abandoning—trying to understand bodies they do not yet recognize as their own. Fear hardens into rules. Trauma becomes ritual. Wrong conclusions evolve into survival laws. Boris understands every mistake before it happens. Melina understands the suffering it causes. Unable to intervene, they watch as curiosity presses blindly forward, leaving behind bodies, taboos, and beliefs that will one day be called “progress.” This is not the story of humanity’s rise. It is the story of what humanity paid to rise. “Before knowledge, curiosity did not save us. It tested us.” This novel is intended for mature readers only (18+). This work contains: Dark psychological themes Depictions of bodily harm caused by ignorance Misinterpretation of sex, menstruation, pregnancy, and birth Death and suffering in a prehistoric survival context Disturbing anthropological and existential elements There is no erotic intent. All mature content exists solely to serve narrative realism and thematic exploration. Readers who are uncomfortable with unsanitized depictions of early human survival are advised not to proceed. Author’s Notice: This novel is a work of speculative fiction. It does not promote violence, self-harm, cruelty, or biological misinformation. It does not criticize humanity, belief systems, cultures, or individuals. It does not endorse the actions depicted within the story. The purpose of this work is to explore a hypothetical question: What if human curiosity existed before knowledge, ethics, or understanding—and had no guidance but fear? All events are portrayed through an observational lens and are meant to examine ignorance, consequence, and the formation of early human behavior—not to glorify harm. No individuals were harmed in the creation of this work.

We trudged into the training grounds, our footsteps echoing off the walls. Captain Orion stood at the front, a sly grin spreading across his face. 'Today, you'll be choosing your weapons,' he announced, gesturing to a table laden with various guns, swords, and other deadly instruments. The Rank A students rushed forward, eager to claim the most powerful weapons. The Rank B and C students followed, choosing their weapons with care. Ivan, Luna, and I hung back, observing the chaos with a mixture of disinterest and wariness. We knew we wouldn't be able to compete with the higher-ranked students, but we didn't need to. Just as we were about to choose our weapons, a boy with glasses and a messy mop of hair approached us. He looked nervous, but determined. 'H-hi,' he stuttered. 'M-my name is Desmond. I'm Rank D, just like you guys.' Ivan raised an eyebrow. 'What do you want, Desmond?' Desmond swallowed hard. 'I was wondering if I could join your group. I mean, it's four to a group, right? And I don't really know anyone else.' Ivan shrugged. 'Fine. But don't expect any special treatment.'"

To the world, Elle Deveraux is quiet, timid, and strange—an orphan who prefers shadows to people. But behind her calm grey eyes lies a darkness no one dares to imagine. After years of isolation in her family’s decaying mansion, Elle begins college, hoping to escape her past. Instead, she finds herself entangled in a web of secrets, haunted by memories that refuse to stay buried—and by people who see more than they should. As old ghosts resurface and hidden truths unravel, Elle’s fragile world begins to crack. Because some secrets are meant to stay buried… and some eyes should never be looked into too deeply. A gothic suspense thriller of love, lies, and haunting truths — Behind Her Grey Eyes will pull you into a world where innocence and darkness blur into one. --- Author’s Note: Some secrets can’t stay buried forever — keep watching what hides Behind Her Grey Eyes.

Ryo wakes up with no memories—only a burning red crystal fused to his chest and a voice in his mind that knows more about him than he does. Every time he dies, the world resets. Every reset, his body cracks a little more. Every loop, something in the future remembers him… and starts hunting him back. In a city where time is currency and memories can be stolen or forged, Ryo must uncover who he was, who he is becoming, and why the world wants him erased. But the Cycle of Ascension doesn’t reward heroes. It creates monsters. And Ryo might become the worst of them. Content Warning: dark themes, violence, psychological horror.

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

"This is the story of a girl who doesn't truly know who she is. She feels as though she's walking alone on an endless road made of glass - fragile, beautiful, and dangerous - chasing a destination that always slips just beyond her reach. Behind her, she sets fire to every path she's crossed, knowing there's nothing left for her if she turns back." "Inside her, two versions of herself battle silently. One is gentle, sweet-spoken like honey, easily frightened, always smiling, and often in tears. The other is cold - a fearless creature that dances with danger, thirsts for blood, and is consumed by madness. She hates herself with a passion so deep, it burns through her sanity." "She thinks the soft girl inside her has already died... But she hasn't. And one day, the mad, twisted side of her will finally kill whatever's left - leaving behind nothing but a complete monster."

Itsuki Nakamura once had everything status, friends, even love. But one betrayal destroyed it all. When he dies, fate sends him back to where it all began with every memory of his downfall still intact. Now, Itsuki plays a new game. Cold. Calculated. Unforgiving. Thrown into a government survival experiment known as The Forest Test, he must face deceit, death, and the haunting weight of his past. And when he escapes that nightmare, a greater stage awaits— FAST, an academy built for the world’s most gifted minds. But behind every smile, a knife waits in the dark. And Itsuki knows better than anyone in this world, the only way to survive… is to become the one pulling the strings.

Ally grows up trapped in a dark, isolated house where her mother forbids her from going outside. She believes the frightening knocks she hears every Friday are monsters, and the only light she ever sees is the moon slipping through the cracks. When her mother mysteriously disappears, Ally finds a hidden door and escapes, only to fall into a toxic relationship with a man named Jack, who eventually beats her and abandons her. As she collapses, the truth unravels: the “monsters” were police officers, her mother didn’t leave Ally killed her, and Jack had left her long before. Traumatized by abuse and driven unstable by a drug called Moon, Ally created a fantasy world to hide from her guilt. In reality, she has been in a mental facility the entire time, lost in the illusions her mind built to protect her.

A Damaged Girl, A Beautiful Sister, A Distant Father, A Dead Mother. A Trip To Cairns, A Visit to the relatives, A Beach, Drama and a Nurse on a Mission. A Death, A Fight, More Drama, More Deaths, Murder. Clues, Suspects, Mentality, another fight. Then Waking Up To The Guilty and Pathetic Truth, Summer Isn't What it Used To Be.