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Reality is his playground. Space bends to his will. King Toxic isn’t just a man—he’s a force. With the power to fold dimensions, heal himself, and turn ordinary objects into vessels of limitless potential, he’s the city’s most mysterious protector…or its deadliest threat. But when corrupted space energy begins spreading across Manhattan, and a shadowy force threatens the balance of reality itself, King Toxic must confront rival manipulators, rogue technology, and a conspiracy that reaches far beyond the streets he calls home. In a world where space itself can be weaponized, only one man can bend it to his will. King Toxic is coming—and nothing will ever be the same.

"I did everything I could to try and convince them to stay, but they already made up their minds and were ready to leave me. Am I really so repulsive? So unlovable? What did I even do wrong? Everyday I tried but it seemed like it wasn't enough, I tried so hard. Am I not good enough? Was I not good enough? Just tell me what I did wrong! I'll change! I'll be better! I'm sorry for making the food that day I just wanted you to eat because you were so busy you forgot to eat. I'm sorry for touching the car, I just wanted to clean the windshield so you don't get into a car accident because it was getting a little cloudy to see though it. I'm sorry for asking you guys to come to school with me, I just wanted to show the progress I made in basketball and show you I can now make a basket. I'm sorry for calling you during the day, it was raining and you forgot your umbrella, I didn't want you to catch a cold. I'm sorry for speaking around you guys, I just wanted to show you how proud I am of you guys and that I love you guys. I'm sorry for listening to every word you said, it's just each word meant so much to me and I love hearing you guys talk even if it's not always kind. I'm sorry for being here. I'm sorry. All I wanted was for you guys to be happy." Riya has had a rough childhood with many different places she thought was "home" so when she finally has something that brings her happiness and love her past has to come back and ruin it by taking her back making her leave the people that have been there through it all.

My name is Riya

Living in a kingdom ruled by deception, Mariyah is a seventeen year old girl hiding a dangerous secret—one that could cost her everything. Born with the persecuted ability to transform into an animal, Mariyah is a Shifter, and not only that, but a Multi-Shifter, a gift unheard of and thought impossible. In Seenparay, Shifters are feared, marked, and driven into exile…or worse. With the fragile life her parents have carefully constructed for her, Mariyah pretends to be what the kingdom demands: a harmless Natural. Silent. Obedient. Invisible. But staying hidden isn’t quite so simple when your best friend is a starving Shifter boy who lives on the edge of survival. As oppression grows more and more intense and the risk of her secret growing along with it, Mariyah finds herself caught between the safety of silence and the pull of helping her friend which would only open the doors to rebellion. As her bond with Oliver deepens, so does the risk—because if anyone discovers what she truly is, her life will be over.

En el corazón de las vastas llanuras centrales, en la corte imperial de un formidable país, reside una chica extraordinaria llamada Maomao. Maomao, hija de un apotecario, ha sido arrancada de su apacible vida y vendida a los escalafones más bajos de la corte imperial. Ahora es una simple sirvienta adaptándose a su nueva vida cotidiana, aunque en realidad posee amplios conocimientos en medicina. Y a pesar de no ajustarse a los cánones convencionales de belleza, Maomao mantiene un perfil discreto mientras espera pacientemente la conclusión de su contrato, albergando la tranquila seguridad de que no se convertirá en blanco de las insinuaciones del emperador. Poco después de la llegada de Maomao a la corte, los hijos pequeños del emperador comienzan inexplicablemente a experimentar síntomas graves, casi como si se les hubiera lanzado una maldición. Maomao, movida por una curiosidad implacable, inicia una investigación para descubrir la causa de las graves enfermedades que aquejan a los niños supervivientes. A medida que se desentrañan las intrincadas capas de misterios cortesanos, Maomao emerge como una protagonista astuta, que navega hábilmente por las complejidades de la corte imperial en un trasfondo medieval de Oriente. ¿Lograra Maomao descubrir este misterio antes mueran todos los hijos restantes del emperador? ¿Llamará la atención de peligrosos miembros de la corte imperial? ¿Podrá evitar la atenta mirada del emperador? Sigue la travesía de esta joven apotecaria mientras desentraña este desafiante suceso que se desarrolla dentro de los regios confines de la corte imperial.

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Oct.21st.1897, Westminster, London, an engaged couple, writer Mina Harker and interior designer Jonathan Harker had kept secret from each other, and since count Vladimir Dracula from Transylvania had moved to England, ominous incidents occurred one by one...

A forgotten princess A fallen goddess An ancient curse and secrets that can crumble kingdoms to dust ***************** The rising sun marked the beginning of a new day and with it, the dawn of a new era as the thumping of war drums shook the great kingdom of Liveriya. Armour clad soldiers marched in unison towards a war that will change the destiny of a land blessed by the primal gods with never-ending prosperity and wealth. A golden land rotten hollow by greed and deceit, stained with the blood of fallen Kings and Queens. Overseeing the vast battlefield shrouded in a thick layer of snow, stood a small cliff, proud against the harsh winter winds, which would come to witness bloodshed that will paint these blessed lands crimson for centuries to come. There stood a woman and a young girl tall and proud, one a forgotten princess, and the other a fallen goddess. Their long hair the colour of silver and ebony fluttered with the howling wind. The ebony woman turned to her daughter, her eyes softening at the worried expression on her daughter's face. " All of this is going to be over soon my sweet child, no one is going to touch my precious daughter," her eyes hardening in determination " not as long as I am still breathing." The young girl lost in her misery and grief failed to reply to her mother's words, eyes fixed to the sight in front of her, sighing the woman lifted a hand to caress her daughter's delicate face gently. "You will come back to me, won't you mother?" A pair of inky eyes turned to look into the woman's dark once. Her daughter was truly a reflection of herself. "Do you think a mere army of mortals can harm me, my silly girl?" She chuckled, amused by her daughter's worry, though it warmed her cold heart the way her lover, the girl's father once did. The sound of thumping broke her out of her reverie. It was time what she has been waiting for all these years, her chance to avenge her departed husband and to give her daughter deserved as the rightful heir and a favoured child of gods. Lyala moved to stand in front of her daughter, lifting a hand she cast a protection spell around her daughter, a yellow glow spreading from her palm, morphing into a dome around the young girl with silver hair. onyx lifted her hand and placed her palm against her mother's through the protective field " Let me fight with you" "No" Lydia shook her head before giving her daughter a pointed look " you'll only be a liability, I am not willing to risk your safety." "But this is my fight-" onyx tried to reason with her mother only to be cut off by the woman's sharp words "It is not, and you know it well" her eyes softening at her daughter's distraught expression, as she kept her hand away. "Wait for me, my child." The wind moved through her long ebony hair making it look like wisps of smoke curling around her, standing at the edge of the cliff, her mother looked nothing less than the goddess she truly was, in the young girl's eyes. "I always will", who will she wait for if not the only family she has ever known? The young girl saw her mother's mouth curled into a doting smile, as she took a step back before jumping off the cliff's edge on to the battleground. One woman against an army of ten thousand men who were terrified yet excited of what was to come, it was not every day that one gets to wage war against the goddess of destruction herself. Onyx looked at her mother's retreating figure from over the cliff. Chin held high, clad in black armour, her long hair tied in a high ponytail swished with each determined step; guilt began to seep in her mind. She never imagined putting her mother in harm's way. A lone tear made down her face and her lips quivered at the thought of losing the one person she loved the most as only a single thought kept repeating in her mind. "It's all my fault." ----- NOTE - **The artwork on the cover does not belong to me. All credits to the original artist.**

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"