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This is the real world, not a book or a movie neither your fantasies, this is the real world where falling in love is a tragedy. Existing is not a choice. Religion is not an option, neither is love or fate. There are no star signs just a river that flows and whom you meet on your row either leads you down a waterfall or to an ocean of unknown. I fell for a girl, she fell for me, and never would I have thought that a waterfall is a safer option than a sea of unknown.

In the dusty, lawless village of Bhairavpur, a baby bit through his own umbilical cord and crawled out of his dead mother’s body. They named him Younas — "pillar of light" — but the village renamed him Bhutta — monster, death, destruction. He wasn't raised by love. He was raised by hunger, violence, and silence. At 10, he spilled his first blood. Not to save. But to own. He speaks less, kills more. If he wants something, he takes it. Woman or land, blood or power — it’s his by right. Wearing only black lungi and kameez, barefoot and unbent, Bhutta walks like a curse. The poor fear him. The powerful underestimate him. But Bhutta? Bhutta is building an empire — one corpse at a time. He doesn’t care for religion, caste, or country. Only three things move him: Lust. Power. Blood. --- ⚠️ Warning: This is not a hero's story. This is the making of a legend feared across states. A necessary evil. A desi devil. A name whispered in hate — and awe.

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Aurelie Engel is a stunning model who has a hidden motive. She wants to seduce and destroy Nicolas Leroux. He is a famous designer and she believes he caused her best friend to overdose. As she gets involved with Nicolas, she starts to feel an unexpected attraction to him. She also begins to doubt her mission. He seems to be nothing like the monster she was told he was. There’s more to what happened to her friend. Will she discover the truth before she ruins his life? Or will she fall victim to her own revenge plot? Find out in this exciting and romantic story of love, deception, and decadent desires. Warning: There are mentions of suicide.

Reeling from a breakup with her unfaithful ex, Eliza Harris boards a luxury cruise seeking escape. But when a violent storm forces passengers into lifeboats, she finds unexpected solace in the enigmatic Adrian. As their bond deepens, Eliza uncovers unsettling secrets about Adrian's mob-connected family and her own past, unraveling a dangerous conspiracy. Stranded at a luxurious resort and caught in a web of betrayal, Eliza and Adrian must navigate shifting alliances and personal betrayals. Amid storms, passionate encounters, and hidden agendas, they confront the dark truth behind Adrian’s brother’s death and their families’ entangled fates. In a high-stakes battle against a powerful enemy, Eliza and Adrian’s tumultuous journey reveals shocking truths and tests their love. As they face the ultimate revelation, their future hangs in the balance, poised on the edge of mystery and desire.

The more he gives, the more she wants

Oliver, un chico alegre y carismático sufre un trágico accidente el cual termina dejándolo en coma por algunos meses. Este accidente se lleva consigo parte importante de Oliver, lo que lo llevará a ver su mundo con otros ojos. Sus amigos intentarán ayudarlo a llevar su vida sin esa parte de él que se perdió.

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?"

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!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.