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After transmigrating into a book he had just finished reading, Eric found himself cast as the villainous cannon fodder. The original owner of the body was secretly and wholeheartedly in love with Max, the tribe's strongest warrior, but Max and Michael had grown up together and gradually developed feelings for each other. The original owner tried every means to obstruct them, was eventually exiled by the tribe, and died a miserable death from hunger and cold that winter. Many races existed on this continent, and he was not even human. Eric looked at the piece of grilled meat before him, burnt black as charcoal, and a handful of beans so hard they felt like they could chip his teeth. He looked up at the thatched roof that leaked rain in the summer and let snow through in the winter. Behind him, a small lion cub was wailing for food. Oh, and this little lion cub was also the story's devoted second male lead. The first step was to improve his life. What, the beastmen do not know how to farm? No problem, they can learn. Then they would not have to starve during the winter. Thatched huts, mud houses, and tents could all be replaced! The arrogant Elf race had a strong affinity for plants, which was perfect for farming, and the Dragon race could breathe fire, which was perfect for firing bricks! Humans called the Fantasy Dream Continent a cursed land. Later, a wandering poet would tell tales of the Snow Wolf Tribe who lived there, possessing all sorts of delicacies and fine, home-brewed wine whose aroma could travel for ten miles, leaving a rich aftertaste. Once the rumor spread, countless adventuring parties and mercenaries felt compelled to explore the land, even at the risk of being beaten half to death. Eric utilized the advantages of his bloodline, diligently farming and building infrastructure, leading the tribe toward a better life. It was just that one day he would pick up a prince of the Human race, and the next, a prince of the Elf race. With a prince of the Beastman Kingdom already in his house, Eric was at his wit's end. Perhaps I should just build a nation for all of you! And another thing, you, the main male lead, stop hovering around me! ... Auther: Please forgive my mistakes, as English is not my first language. I appreciate your understanding!

A sweet high school love story about two teens who crash and get entangled in ways they can't seem to escape. Join their journey of love and hate. After all love and hate are the same. What else could be stronger than love at first sight?. Diana is the new student at Hall of Fame Academy desperately trying to fit into her new life at her new school with a single parent. She's expected to face anything life would throw at her, she just didn't expect it to be hot and want her to be his pretend girlfriend. Michael is the school's playboy who would date anything that wears a skirt and has hair. Diana not excluding, but as time progresses he seems more attracted to Diana than other girls. A/N: This book is for a competition, so please I need your votes and support for this one. Thanks!

One elite school. One dead student. Two boys who can’t stand each other, and can’t stay away. Welcome to Blackwell Academy. The most prestigious high school in the country, where the rich are powerful, the powerful are dangerous, and everyone is playing a role in the chain. At the top of the chain are the Glass Circle. Six untouchable students born into legacy, wealth, and corruption. They are feared, worshipped and corrupt to the core. One night, one of them, ends up dead. What happens when Ash Rivera….a quiet, scholarship student from the slums of the city witnesses the one thing he was never meant to see? He wasn’t supposed to be at that party. He wasn’t meant to see the body fall from the rooftop. He wasn’t meant to survive it. He definitely wasn’t supposed to catch Dominic Vale’s attention. But one wrong night changes everything. Now Ash is the only witness to a murder, and someone knows he saw too much. They want him silent. “Keep your mouth shut, Rivera. Or you’ll be next. You don’t belong here…and you’ll die trying to." But the real danger isn’t the killer. It’s Dominic Vale…..Blackwell’s golden boy and Ash’s sworn enemy. Because Dominic has his own secrets and obsessions. And why does he keep saying: “Ash Rivera is mine. No one touches him… no one… except me.” As Ash digs deeper into the truth behind the Glass Circle, one thing becomes clear: Love is dangerous. And the truth… might get you killed. Content Warning: This novel contains mature themes, including strong language, dark romance, psychological tension, steamy scenes, and emotional triggers. Reader discretion is advised.

Rhea Nyx was supposed to have her forever. A mate bond. A pack. A future. But forever shattered the day he walked away, leaving her broken, pregnant, and alone in a sterile hospital room that didn’t care if she lived or died. Now, she’s just surviving. Barely. Until a little girl with too-big eyes and too much hope drags her into something like a second chance. Rhea doesn't believe in second chances. Not anymore. But when the people she's grown to protect are threatened, Rhea does what wolves do best—she fights back. Hard. And just when she thinks she's got nothing left to lose, she meets him. Her second chance mate. Only… he’s not just a man. He’s a hybrid. A set toy. Built in a lab, owned by monsters, trained to obey. And yet—he looks at her like she’s the only real thing in the world. Now Rhea has to make a choice. Burn it all down, or become the very thing that could break her mate. This is a story about found family, the soft ache of grief, the sharp edge of survival—and the kind of love that doesn’t ask for permission.

I believe that we are all as fragile as glass some are harder to break than others every time we struggle with our emotions and go through something painful a piece of us breaks sometimes people help us put our pieces back together sometimes we have to pick the pieces ourselves sometimes we cut people with our pieces even when we didn't mean to and we break and put our pieces back together and we're left with the cracks with every break we become more fragile but it matters how you put the pieces back together if you're stronger or not I believe this is how everyone lives life (as fragile as glass) this is a novel were I turn my emotions and thoughts into poetry I find beauty in my tragedy

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[highly mature book] [crime and psychological thriller webnovel] *[This novel takes a refreshing break from overused plot tropes such as the billionaire playboy or bad boy falls for good girl. This is a new taste of mystery/thriller genre that offers something new, something deeper and darker]* In the opulent streets of Beverly Hills, a string of murders sends shockwaves through the city, Los Angeles. Each victim is left with their eyes replaced—a signature as chilling as it is mysterious. Detective Lorenzo Hoffman, a seasoned investigator known for his unrelenting focus, is drawn into a case that grows darker with every clue. The accused is a world class opthomologist and in the eye of public, she is perceived as innocent for her breathtaking beauty and noble profession. As he digs deeper, Hoffman finds himself entangled in a web of psychological manipulation and hidden motives, where nothing is as it seems. The killer’s methods are calculated, their presence elusive, and their purpose disturbingly personal. With each revelation, Hoffman is forced to confront not only the darkness of the case but also the shadows within himself. The glass ball eyes is a gripping tale of obsession, deception, and the thin line between justice and madness. When every truth feels like a trap, can Hoffman uncover the killer before they strike again?

I didn't ask to wake up as Drizella Tremaine—Cinderella's infamous, "wicked" stepsister. I certainly didn't ask for a crushing mountain of family debt, a magical curse forcing me to act like a villain, or a dangerously observant Crown Prince who keeps showing up at my secret warehouse. The fairy tale script demands that I humiliate my sweet stepsister and eventually cut off my own toes to fit into a glass slipper. But I’m a modern woman with a mind for business, and I refuse to be a pawn in someone else's story. I'm not going to bully Cinderella; I'm going to teach her how to run a monopoly. I'm not going to fight for the Prince's affection; I'm going to leverage him for trade routes. You don't need a glass slipper when you own the entire shoe empire. RELEASE SCHEDULE: Launch Event: 2 Chapters/Day for the first 14 days! Can't wait? Read up to 30 ADVANCE CHAPTERS right now on Patreon! patreon.com/authorzacross

f you are a king, but you are not a king, what's the point? . . With this in mind, Verulla's forgotten child, "Worral," intended to help his father lead his army against Ariraj to build a great forest giant or fight spirits from the great Prama region. In that battle, the world had to defeat the kingship, who was a great marshal and survived, and was demanded by WINNER as his "trophy". A woman with a radiant appearance, the king's favourite, courted around her every day, and sneaked into her palace every night, but never once, if she resisted by force, she would become an alcoholic. Ordinary people won't delay, they will lose face. So. . . What trick was used to seduce Prince Ravanason from Panali, to use Jomtupol's noose of love, to make him physically and mentally good, Fighting is easier than the love wished by kingship. . .

Kit McMahon lives in the small Irish town of Lough Glass, where everyone kows everyone; children who walk to school together grow up and become sweethearts and marry, people gossip and grumble and dream their lives away, for it is a place where changes come slowly. Until one day, beautiful, mysterious Helen McMahon disappears, presumed drowned in the lake, and then the gossip runs wild. The consequences for Helens's husband, her son, but above all for her daughter Kit, are unimagineable and will leave not one of their lives unchanged.