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Her mother was killed by her father. She had to use another woman's identity and marry a man. This man happened to sleep with her for one night. What would she encounter next? How should she take revenge on those people?

Puppet was born. Puppet question. Puppet learns. Puppet develop. Puppet becomes itself. And puppet will be not stopped.

Every girl dreams of forbidden kisses and a bad boy of her own. But what happens when fate has other ideas? Xie Eun is a young girl who has only two dreams-Being a successful photographer and finding the love of her life. But the day she turns an adult,he father marries her off to a stranger-for her own good! Wolf has no interest in marriage.Born a genius,nothing holds his interest for long but the next challenge.However, his mentor,the man he owes his life to has asked him for only one thing.Marry his daughter. Reluctantly he agrees.But what is this?Xie Eun proves to be his biggest yet challenge and one he is determined to conquer. And so the two people who were destined to wed are wedded! Excerpt: "Little lamb,we are married now. Won't you even look at me?" Xie Eun kept mum and did not dare to lift her veil. Amazingly,she had not yet seen her husband's face. In a fit of anger over being forced into this marriage,she had refused to do so. Keeping her eyes trained on the ground,she said,"I don't want to look at you! You are my nightmare. Someone who would force me to wed!You could have stopped this farce and refused! But you did not. I don't even want to look at you!" The outburst and the confession of hate would have angered any other groom but not Wolf-he was amused. Ambling over to the bed,where the bride sat,he bent down to her and lifted her veil upto her eyes only so that they would stay covered,"My poor little lamb. Why don't I give you a small kiss to shoo away the nightmares?" With that the wolf gave the sheep her very first kiss and as he said,"She only dreamt of his kisses after that!" Hello everyone.The cover does not belong to me. *credits to the rightful owner!*

Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty thousand viewers. The next, he was gone, and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the most feared Marionettist ever built in a game where power was the only language that mattered. The world that caught him is not new to collapse. Gods have existed here, and some of them have died. What stands now is only the latest arrangement of a cycle that never needed him. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. The institutions function. The titles exist. But beneath the gas lamps and the steam columns and the elevated rails connecting district to district, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough power do what they want, and everyone else absorbs the cost. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. The middle class negotiates in a market that has stopped rewarding negotiation, trains for credentials that no longer open doors, and moves forward because stopping is worse. There is no king here. There are only people with enough accumulated weight to act as though the question of permission does not apply to them. The Church of the Solar God holds the whole thing together, which is not a metaphor. A population that does not share language, origin, or history requires something to organize around, and the Church understood this long before anyone thought to ask. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. And now, Players have begun to appear. Not as heroes. Not as chosen figures. As variables carrying power without understanding the system they have entered. The world does not pause for them. It absorbs them, bends around them, and continues. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force, faith, or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. Not an army. Not a faction. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. A web that does not need to be seen to function. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. House of Puppets is a story about control, belief, and the cost of acting in a world indifferent to your intentions. It follows a man who does not seek to win, but to understand the rules well enough that losing becomes unlikely. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. A word from the author: House of Puppets is not a standard webnovel. Not power fantasy. You won't get that constant power escalation hit or that achievement system satisfaction. What you get is slow burn, structured more like a novel than serialized content. Each chapter accumulates. Each arc tightens. Tension builds and doesn't release until it's supposed to. The work touches on philosophy, politics, economy, metaphysics, theology. Everything woven into narrative, not explained to you. If you've already read Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, A Song of Ice and Fire, works that trust readers to hold complexity, you already know what we're trying to do here. The ambition is simple and honest: get there. Write something that redefines what this genre can do. I can't promise we make it. I'm a beginner without experience and this work is experimental. But I can promise I'll give everything I have trying.

Badrika Shuura follows a virtual world game connected via android and other online devices. After joining, the game has levels according to the original world work. Badrika takes a bodyguard job where all the players hire her at different price levels. Only Badrika is the only player who has a maximum of all levels and can add a second job and so on as the main bonus in the game. But not unexpectedly Badrika heard the news said the game was dangerous that concerns everyday life. Even their natural death was too real. Even so, Badrika has to deal with one VIP customer who regularly hires her for a week every month. Twenty-year-old woman with the status of a wealthy student majoring in Psychology named Alana Liora Gantari. Is there any truth to the game? Why so many casualties?

'There is no hope for humanity in this era. But if we can try again! if one of us can try again, then we have a chance. Soma, be the one to carry this burden for us. Be our ray of hope.' The era of humanity ended when the ceiling of the tower was broken and the Rankers saw the 'true' sky for the first time. That led to a fight between humanity and the outer gods in which humanity in which humanity was soundly defeated. But they did not lose hope. Using whatever power humanity had left, they decided to send one of their representatives back in time to prevent the apolitical future from happening. This was how Soma came to the past and he only had one goal in mind - to prevent the future from unfolding the same way as it did last time.

The global war ended two hundred years ago, not with a bang, but with a whimper. Nations fought until resources were almost completely exhausted. By the time a cease-fire was called, the ability to return to the pre-war industrial era was nearly impossible. With the lack of resources, humanity declined to a quasi-medieval society of city states. Now 200 years later "Metalmancers" or those with the ability to control and shape metal have started to appear. With these Metalmancers and their abilities to salvage and possibly operate pre-war technology, forces have started to come into play to vie for control, once again sending this scarred planet into war. Mand and Val are two such Metalmancers who have been living on their own for the past several years. With new forces in play and old enemies on their trail, will they be able to lean on each other to survive this new emerging world? ** It's really hard to fly a dragon made of metal. They could of made a bull, a horse, or really any simple device that could haul a wedge-shaped plow, but someone insisted that they try and build a bloody dragon. That someone now had her hands wrapped around Mand's waist and was having the time of her life. "See, I told you this was a great idea," Val exclaimed. "We'll have that field done in no time!" "You're not the one trying to steer this thing," Mand returned. "Now be a good sister and lower the tail so we can get to work." Mand felt Val shift her weight and suddenly become very still as she began to concentrate. Inside the shell of the dragon, a complex system of gears began to whirr and rotate. The dragon's tail began to curve beneath the belly of the construct, until the wedge-shaped tip curved towards the ground. Mand had her work cut out for her as well. She focused her mind on pumping the dragon's wings to keep aloft. The descended tail made the whole operation twice as taxing as it was before. The tail clicked in place and Mand began their pass towards the field below. "Are you sure this will work?" she questioned her sister. "It's my butt too," Val pouted. "You should have more faith in my plan!" Mand brought the dragon closer and closer to the earth. She began to sweat as the ground inched closer. Finally, at the edge of the field, the tip of the tail sunk into the soft earth, plowing a furrow as the dragon swooped along. When the dragon reached the far end of the field, Mand pumped the wings to get them back in the air. It was only when she brought the dragon around for another pass that she realized how hard she was breathing. "See, I told you this would work!" Val shouted happily, kicking her legs out as they approached the field once again. Mand felt darkness overtake her.

Jeannie is called to her mother's bedside where she lies dying. She cannot avoid the interactions with her siblings and the secrets that lay. Her mother, Sara, has a past that would explain all but only the reader can see deep within the past to understand the secrets and why they are the way they are. A story of family drama and secrets. The Black Sheep is created by Rebecca Graf, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

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Rating: 18+ | Dark Fantasy | Psychological and Physical Violence On the Island of Kugutsu, every soul has a price. Creatures known as Kugutsus are forged from the soul-fragments of pain, faith, and power. Ancient seals control them, but not every prison is eternal. Yuzuki, an exile marked by secrets, and Akari, a young girl whose blood holds a forbidden power, escape the island in search of freedom. Yet beyond its shores, they discover a continent corrupted by slavery, twisted faith rituals, and churches that use children as sacrifice. Demons are weapons. Hope is a shell. And the fall... has already begun. This is the birth of the Trinity.The awakening of what has been sealed for centuries. The beginning of chaos. New chapters published every day.