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In a world desiccated by the Great Thirst, the last remnant of life is the Aqua Vitae—a miraculous subterranean font that provides Water, Energy, and Residual Magic as a single, inseparable essence. For decades, the ruthless Soladorn Syndicate has maintained absolute power by controlling the Aqua Vitae. From their monolithic Spire, they violently separate the W.E.R.M., rationing it to control the populace and hoarding the potent magic for themselves. The system is stable. The control is total. But the source is dying.

In the country of Erilea, wolf society has no mercy for Omegas, the lowest rank. As an omega Artemis’s goal in life is simple; make enough money and escape with the pups and her sister to a safer place. However, until then she has a double life she must maintain where even the slightest mistake could have her killed. Her life takes a turn when she meets a dying Alpha in the forest. Despite the risk she decides to help the high rank. She hopes that fateful encounter will be the first and last she sees of him. Unfortunately, fate has other plans and she soon finds herself in his presence again. What's more, he's searching for her. Now the secret she’s tried so hard to keep hangs on the balance of how well she can fool him. What she doesn't expect is to get pulled into his world and uncover a conspiracy that will shake the foundations of the country.

Kris Riot is a man forced into living in the wilderness of Alaska. He gets more than he bargained for when he saves a stranger from death. Litte was he prepared for the troubles that soon followed.

No sooner does flight service specialist Sam Hare take up his post in Elk Pond than he’s warned to watch out for handsome pilot brothers Brett and Randy Edmond. As he settles into his new job and gets to know Brett better, his meddlesome landlady is taking bets on which brother he’ll fall for. When Sam finds out about the wager, he’s furious and humiliated and decides to resign. But a serious accident sends him and the brothers on a rescue mission, drawing them closer together.<br><br>Then Sam’s best friend Mike comes to visit and falls in love with Randy. In the meantime, Brett’s relationship with Sam deepens. Suddenly it isn’t so easy for Sam to leave town. With clear skies ahead, will Sam stay grounded in Elk Pond or will he take flight?

They always come the same way. A boy nobody notices. A ruined background. A lucky encounter no one can explain. Then, before the world understands what it’s watching, he becomes the protagonist—the one Heaven seems to favor, the one fate bends for, the one who survives what should have killed him. And when that kind of person rises, someone else pays the price. In Ji Wuyuan’s first life, the price was his family. The Ji Clan didn’t fall in battle. It didn’t lose to politics. It didn’t die slowly with age and decline. It was erased in a single, clean sweep—burned out of history by a righteous genius everyone called a hero. Ji Wuyuan remembers the screams. He remembers the fire. He remembers standing helpless while the world applauded his destruction. Then he opens his eyes again. Eight years old. Back in the Ji Clan. Back when the courtyards are still peaceful, the elders still argue over small matters, and the future hasn’t arrived yet. This time, Ji Wuyuan doesn’t make the mistake of believing in fairness. He smiles. He listens. He plays the obedient child. And behind that warmth, something colder watches everything—counting debts, measuring threats, memorizing names. Because Ji Wuyuan isn’t trying to become a king. Kings can be replaced. Dynasties can be toppled. He wants something that outlives thrones. He will build a clan so deep-rooted and so well-armed that when the next protagonist appears—when fate tries to raise another “hero” to crush him—there will be no room left for miracles. Only walls. Only blades. Only loyal men who won’t hesitate. In this life, Ji Wuyuan won’t wait for destiny to knock. He will meet it on the road… and teach every chosen one the same lesson: The era of protagonists is over. Now, the hunt begins.

A 10-year-old’s nightmare should end when the alarm rings, but for Han-eol, waking up is where the true terror begins. In a world where magic determines worth and the line between monster and man is razor-thin, Han-eol wears a perfect, smiling mask to shield his sister from the creeping rot of reality. But beneath the laughter lies a boy drowning in phantom pain and a system that labels him as a blank anomaly. As the elite halls of S-Academy clash with visceral, shadows-born horrors, those who smile the brightest often bleed the darkest. How long can you play the hero before you realize the reflection staring back at you is the monster you fear the most? i have decided to upload in RoyalRoad too and my account name is nov_5_2023. This is written for confirmation

Astrid Bennett, a brilliant scientist, was once lost but now returns to her biological family the powerful Bennetts after 18 years. As she reenters their lavish world, she uncovers dark secrets and treachery, especially from her adopted "sister," Iona, who had orchestrated an attack on her. Astrid must navigate a toxic family dynamic filled with manipulation, jealousy, and violence while holding onto her principles and desire for justice. With tensions rising, Astrid faces a battle for her rightful place in the Bennett household and against those who wish to see her fall.

They say the dead don't speak. They're wrong. They speak through the ones left behind in the way a widow's hands shake just a little too rehearsed, in the way a grieving father's eyes go dry three seconds before they fill, in the way a weeping man's voice breaks on cue, like he's done it before. Elena Voss hears everything. She is the city's most beloved grief counselor. The woman you call when the darkness becomes too heavy to carry alone. She has held more broken people than she can count. She has witnessed grief in its most naked, most savage form. She has also learned something the living don't know. Most people don't grieve the ones they've lost. They grieve getting caught. Elena knows this because she listens. She has always listened. But lately lately she has been doing more than listening. She just can't remember what. The hours disappear without warning. She wakes on the bathroom floor at 3am still dressed. She finds receipts in her coat pocket for places she has never been. She finds things in her apartment that shouldn't be there. Things she cannot explain. Things that frighten her in ways she refuses to name even to herself. Last week, two of her clients died. The police call it coincidence. Detective James calls it interesting. He keeps coming back to Elena not because he suspects her, but because no one knew these victims like she did. No one sat inside their darkest rooms. No one heard what they whispered in the dim quiet of her office when they thought confession was the same thing as safety. Elena is trying to help him. Elena is also terrified of what he might find. Because something is happening to her that she cannot explain and cannot stop and cannot tell anyone not her colleagues, not her doctor, not the detective who keeps looking at her like she is both the answer and the question. She is losing herself. Piece by piece. Hour by hour. In the spaces between one breath and the next. And somewhere underneath the losing underneath the fear and the exhaustion and the black holes where her memory should be something else is rising. Something patient. Something certain. Something that has been waiting a very long time to finish what it started. There is a man who comes to Elena every Thursday at four o'clock. He weeps beautifully. He speaks of his dead wife with his voice low and his eyes half-closed, the way people do when they want you to believe their pain is too heavy for words. Elena doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about him. She doesn't know why her hands go cold every time he walks through her door. She doesn't know why, three nights ago, she woke on her bathroom floor at 3am with his name written on the inside of her wrist. She doesn't know a lot of things. Something inside her knows all of them.

Lyra Vale is dying again. Haunted by vivid dreams of her own murder, she begins to see flashes of a life that isn’t hers… yet feels painfully real. A mysterious mark has followed her since childhood, but now it pulses with meaning as a forgotten name rises from the shadows, Elara. Years ago, Elara was betrayed and killed, leaving behind a broken Alpha who never stopped hunting the darkness for answers. Kael Draven has lived in grief and rage ever since, becoming a creature feared by all until Lyra appears, carrying the soul of the woman he lost. As past and present collide, Lyra is forced to confront a truth that could destroy her: she is not just reborn she is unfinished. With enemies closing in and the man who once killed her rising again, she must embrace both identities or risk dying the same way twice. But this time, she is not the girl who died. And Kael is no longer the man who failed to save her. In a world ruled by shadows, betrayal, and ancient power, love will either become their greatest strength… or the weapon that ends them both.

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!