astin pattern

At dawn, the sky fractured, and a black line cut through the world. Shadows hesitated. Reality itself seemed to watch Kael—and the Third Pattern was already measuring him.

She thought it was just a hookup. One reckless night with a younger man, and her carefully ordered life went off track. Yuan Ye was supposed to be a distraction—nothing more. But behind his cold eyes lies a dangerous obsession. He threatens her, cages her, drags her into a world where control feels like love and love feels like possession. She tells herself they are both lone wolves, bound by nothing, owing nothing. But wolves, once they choose a mate, never let go. Now, trapped between fear and desire, she must decide: Is he her ruin, or the only one who truly sees her?

The world seeks after recent fantasies that gives joy to their soul rather than what God says it will be. We are to make impart with each and everyone we come in contact with because that our main assignment to fulfil on earth. Have you started yours?

Kael Valeon has nothing — no magic, no prestige, only his fists and his love for his sister, Lyra. But when Lyra is revealed to possess a rare, divine-level constitution, the two are thrown into a world of power, politics, and deadly secrets. Kael barely scrapes into the academy beside her… unaware that within him sleeps the fragment of a forgotten god. As betrayals unfold and ancient forces stir, Kael awakens a power that could challenge the heavens — if it doesn’t consume him first. Bound by blood. Forged by fate. Hunted by gods. The world is breaking, and Kael might be the only one who remembers how it was built.

They call him the Red-Psychic. A phantom draped in myth, he doesn’t speak, doesn’t leave evidence, and never breaks his twisted schedule. On the 3rd, 7th, 12th, 16th, 21st, and 25th of every month, a girl is left bruised and broken inside one of Lahore’s sprawling universities. No CCTV. No suspects. No justice. The city whispers his name in fear, but authorities stay silent. It's been years. The reports have piled up. The girls? Forgotten. But this time, someone is watching him back. And this time, he chose the wrong university. A pulse-pounding thriller about patterns, power, and a predator hiding in plain sight—The Crimson Pattern dives into the mind of a city gripped by fear… and the one soul who dares to break the code.

Rumors say that the Seven Transformations of the Wolf Mark can shatter the heavens. Yuan Zhang, a former policeman in his past life, found himself transmigrated into the world of beastmen cultivation. To his surprise, he didn’t have to bear the hideous appearance of a wolf’s head. In this cruel world filled with war and bloodshed, strength was the ultimate law. Yuan Zhang's fate took a turn when he discovered an ancient wolf-marked ring left behind by his ancestors. This ring granted him unique powers, opening a path for him to become a formation master.

When Shivay was born, he already knew who he was. His identity had not been erased by death or rebirth. Somewhere deep within his consciousness, his name, his past, and his purpose remained intact. Yet one truth continued to trouble him—he did not know where he was. Was this the afterlife? Or had he truly been born again? Trapped in the body of a newborn, Shivay could not understand the rules of this existence. The world felt solid, real, and bound by time—nothing like the realms beyond life he remembered. And yet, it was unfamiliar. Too fragile. Too limited. He could think clearly, but he could not act. He could remember, but he could not speak. That was when the question arose within him: Does reincarnation truly exist? Shivay did not believe reincarnation was a simple cycle where souls endlessly returned. If that were true, everyone would remember. Everyone would awaken. But they did not. Most lived and died without ever knowing what came before. So why had he returned? The answer slowly formed within him—not as words, but as certainty. He had been born again because his story was unfinished. This was not a reward. It was not punishment either. His rebirth was a necessity. Something beyond gods, beyond fate, had chosen continuity over ending. Shivay realized that reincarnation was real—but only when existence itself required it. Still, many questions remained unanswered. Why had he been born into this world? Who would help him in this fragile form? And whose help was he meant to give? Shivay sensed that someone, somewhere, was waiting—someone connected to the same imbalance that had pulled him back from death. Their paths would cross not by coincidence, but by purpose. Until then, others would guide him unknowingly, protecting him, raising him, preparing him for the moment when his awareness and strength would align. For now, Shivay could only wait. He would grow. He would observe. And he would endure the silence of childhood. Because one day, when the truth finally revealed itself, Shivay would understand not only why he was reborn—but who he was meant to help, and who would help him in return. Until that day, he remained a king in memory… and a child in the world.

Marcus is abducted and forced to act as a Champion of a forgotten god in a series of Olympic-like games. He is good at finding exploits in game systems and treats his new found existence the same.

Long-time loner and party girl Marty Pendleton has finally fallen in love. The problem: Marty lives in Seattle, and her new girlfriend Taylor lives in Boston. Her best friend Elaine and her brother Sean are worried that, as usual, Marty will blow it.<br><br>Taylor is everything Marty could want in a woman: sexy, confident, and successful. But how will Taylor handle Marty’s penchant for over-reacting and drinking a bit too much?<br><br>When Marty makes assumptions, she risks losing everything. Can she convince Taylor she’ll change for the better and make this work, even long-distance?

My corpus luteum ruptured, and my life hung by a thread. My husband, however, was in the adjacent hospital room, meticulously caring for the "white moonlight" of his heart, who just had a cold. My heart finally died. I slammed a divorce agreement in front of him and resolutely walked away. …… Later, as suitors blossomed around me, he was driven mad with jealousy. He tried every trick in the book to cut off my romantic prospects, grabbing my wrist domineeringly, “Holly Sinclair, I never signed the divorce papers. You are still my wife. You dare to cheat on me? Just you try!” And then, pinning me in a dark corner, he whimpered his confession in my ear, “Wifey, I was wrong. Please don't leave me. You are the real white moonlight of my heart…”