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Quinn is everything I’ve ever wanted and never deserved. She’s the best friend, the best person, I’ve known in my entire life. Problem is, there’s always someone between us: Nate, our other friend. I know Quinn's heart is mine, but she cares for him, too. Oh, and then there’s my other love-football. With all of these obstacles, sometimes it feels like Quinn and I will never find our happy ending. But I’m not giving up on us. Contains sexual scenes and explicit content; recommended for those 18 and over. KEEPING SCORE is created by TAWDRA KANDLE, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Experiment Z_0:00, a human weapon created for war, was killed by his creator who regrets not giving him the peaceful life he deserves. He finds himself back to the day of his first mission, he already knew how it was going to happen. Things don't go the way he was expecting them to and he is captured by the enemy with his creator giving him a chance to live peacefully. But that proved to be impossible after the first month or so, and his creator decided to enroll him at a military academy. Maybe he'll fit in more there. Unfortunately, things don't always go as planned.

Ella Chen, a gifted portrait artist, devoted seven years to Kylan Chase, the heir to a tech empire, believing she was guarding the heart of her late first love. When she discovered the heart's origin was a lie and resolved to escape, the obsessive Kylan swore to stop at nothing—even seizing the very heart that truly carried her beloved's heartbeat—to keep her trapped.

Detective Emma Reed moves to the quiet town of Lakeview for peace — and finds ritualistic murder instead. Elderly residents are turning up dead, each body carved with a precise musical symbol. Not random. Not chaotic. Part of a composition. As Emma investigates, she uncovers whispers of a forgotten cult that believed music could purify the soul — a cult that vanished decades ago, but never truly died. The killer’s messages grow bolder. Notes become motifs. A pattern begins to form. Then Emma meets Adrian Hale — a brilliant, enigmatic pianist whose music feels hauntingly familiar. Drawn to him against her better judgment, she doesn’t realize she’s stepping into the center of the symphony. Someone is composing something in blood. The anthem is almost complete. And Emma was never just the detective — she was always the final note.

The God of War from the world of Efra, Roki, sets his eyes on Earth and begins the process of invasion. The dormant gods of our world stir for the first time in millennia to call forth mortals to push back against the inevitable. Roseandra Atherton was a librarian working for a college in Seattle; though that was only a recent development in her life. When she was younger, she fell in with a burgeoning blood cult deep within the pine forests of Eastern Washington. A year or so after this cult was broken up by the FBI, and since then, Roseandra has left that portion of her life behind, or so she thought. On December 22nd, and 12:00 AM she dreams of entering the vaunted halls of a Grecian temple. There, the Goddess Hecate initiates her as one of her Daughters, in order to fight against this threat. This is a story based around my Patreon patron, Yaeltra's, OC, Roseandra Atherton, and exists in the same world as my other fiction. If this world interests you, take a look! Patron stories will be updated every Monday and Thursday in a cyclical fashion, and please consider becoming a Patron! I'm trying to make this a full-time thing.

Orion Blackwood once loved me. I remember it all too well. When a rival at a dinner party sneered that I had slept my way to the top of the art world, Orion immediately bought out her commercial contracts for the entire next year, making it clear to all of Seattle who reigned supreme. When I complained that a certain type of out-of-production black and white film was discontinued, he pulled strings to buy the entire remaining stock from a fallen European aristocrat. That was the man who had once treated me like a treasured jewel. Yet, on the opening night of the most important solo exhibition of my career, he projected the digital graffiti of another woman—Scarlett—onto the museum's exterior wall for all the guests to see. Scarlett was the up-and-coming artist Orion claimed to be "sponsoring." Under his protection, she was convinced that I was the only thing standing in her way. In her narrative, I was cast as the villain—the jealous wife using her fading fame and powerful husband to sabotage a rising “genius.” Orion assured me it was just "performance art," meant to create buzz for my exhibition. But when a famous collector asked him to sign my work's bill of sale as a guarantee, he instinctively pulled the nearby Scarlett into his arms—a purely protective gesture. In that moment, I understood. His sanctuary was no longer for me. The perfect statue he had so carefully sculpted had finally cracked. It was time for me to shatter it with my own hands.

Late that night, I was scrolling through an anonymous forum called "Gotham Gossip" when a post titled "How a Wall Street Elite Played Me for a Fool" caught my eye. [I’d been with my boyfriend for eight months when he dumped me out of the blue, saying I was “eliminated” from his “wife trial.” I found out it’s some kind of sick game his whole Wall Street circle plays. They date a bunch of women at the same time, give them scores, and cut whoever “underperforms” until they pick a winner to marry.] It sounded absolutely absurd. I couldn’t help but rip into the scumbag in the comments. Then I saw a reply from my boyfriend's assistant, Elise Pierce. [Well, for a guy with his status and wealth, it makes sense. A high-value man like him needs a vetting process.] I rolled my eyes in disbelief. Just as I was about to fire back, I heard the front door of the apartment open. I had been with Dorian Hawthorne for five years. He had always been gentle, considerate, and doted on me. I had already decided that the moment he proposed, I would confess my true identity—that I was the heiress to an East Coast shipping empire. I never imagined a single glance at a screen could shatter my world. But as I watched, a message notification lit up the living room’s massive TV. [You hooked up with Elise again today? And you gave her that high of a score? Keep this up and Juliet’s gonna be out of the running!]

Dante Strife gets reborn in 2005 of a parallel world, as a norwegian born american. After 15 years of normal life albeit with his parents dying when he was young. After his grandmother's death, his last living relative, his past life memories came to him giving him infinite possibilities for his future. The knowledge of future events made him confident to become one of the richest and most powerful men in this era so with the last of his inheritance and with the good looks inherited from his parents, He thought of becoming a model and hopefully transition to become an actor one day but plans don't always go as intended. After 2 years of struggling as a model, he finally got his big break. He was picked as the male lead for Taylor S.'s Love Story music video. A good looking talented man and a good looking talented girl together, as the romantics would say, It was a match made in heaven. Sadly, unlike Taylor's song, Their story did not end with a proposal(Well, it almost did). After 6 months of being together and with the pressure from her mother and those around her, Taylor decided to end the relationship, Right before his 18th birthday. So just like every time Dante gets frustrated about something, he emersed himself in basketball and that's when the system finally came to him. P.S. this novel contains smut as you can see from the r18 tag but don't worry I will only put the partial smut content here in webnovel because I think it will ruin the atmosphere of the novel. Oh before I forget this story is potentially a harem. I haven't really decide yet so let's see where the story takes us. P.P.S. I will post the novel with full smut content at my patreon. I hope you like my work and your constructive criticsm is very much appreciated. pa treon.com/user?u=86567820

Late that night, I saw a post on PackNet, the internal werewolf forum. [I was with an Alpha for seven months. Without any warning, he broke our temporary mark and informed me I’d been eliminated from his “Luna Trials.” Only then did I learn that in his circle of Alphas, it was normal to be with a dozen she-wolves at once. They would grade us, eliminate the lowest-scoring she-wolf, and ultimately choose the “best” one as their mate.] This was outrageous. My inner wolf roared. I tore into him in the comments, furiously condemning his betrayal of the Moon Goddess. Then I saw a reply from Cora Thorne, a member of my mate Jax Deveraux's pack. [Considering his bloodline status, it's quite fair. For a powerful Alpha like him, holding trials is reasonable.] I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly got stuck, and I shredded her in the replies. I had been with Jax Deveraux for five years. He had always been affectionate and gentle; his devotion seemed unwavering. I’d already decided that on the next full moon, I would reveal the sigil of my Sterling clan to him. I never imagined that, as he held me, the fragile mate bond between us trembled, and a stray thought bled through from his mind. It was a mind-link from his Beta. [You scent-marked Cora again today? Her power rating is soaring. If this keeps up, Aria is going to lose the final trial!]

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!