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She's a rare beauty. Not just a rare beauty but a beauty with brains. Gianna thrives in the art of healing. Gianna lives with her father Hilton Kent and his wife Alvilda . Her mother was a heartless princess who married another man abandoning her lover and daughter without second thought - or so she has always been told. Hilton and Alvilda don't like Gianna asking questions about her mother; albeit for different reasons. In fact, Alvilda doesn't seem to like anything about Gianna; she's far more hardworking and smarter than her own son. Having been recruited as a castle healer; Hilton's greatest fear is that Gianna will discover the truth about her mother as she works in the castle as a healer. Gianna is a free spirit; until she's set to marry an earl; how would she cope with being imprisoned in a gated manor all in the name of marriage with no one heeding her distress call for freedom? ****** The man had surely changed. Hilton Kent had changed and not for the better but for the Worse! Hera had known him and served him for years but now he had broken her trust into smithereens. As the old saying goes; if you want to keep a secret you MUST also hide it from yourself Lies and secrets; they are like a fatal disease. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction. Having been betrayed by her father, Gianna is reluctant to love anyone again. She turns cold. But her iciness lasts only until she meets the annoying but handsome Prince Ian who melts the ice covering her forlorn heart His touch sets her body aflame, but she's married. Things get difficult as Gianna must make a choice between giving in to her desires or respecting her marriage to protect her family in extension . Or would she risk falling in love at the expense of her family's safety?

"You're back!" Elara sprang from the wooden bench near the door as her brother stepped inside, bruised and bleeding. "Caelum, what happened this time?" she gasped, rushing to his side. Caelum Solis, a lean young man with tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes, winced as he slumped into a chair. "Nothing new. Just a couple of thugs who wanted my coin more than I did," he muttered. They lived alone—just the two of them. He was all she had left, and she was the reason he kept going. Though he’d trained enough to pass the Guild’s physicals, his damaged mana core had left him stranded at F-rank, doing odd jobs no real adventurer wanted. Finding lost pets. Cleaning stables. Picking herbs. Barely scraping by. Elara, though gifted, suffered from a mana sickness that slowly stole her sight. Her treatment was expensive, and Caelum pushed himself to the brink just to afford the basics. Still, it was never enough. That night, as he tucked her into bed, he whispered, “Tomorrow, I’ll change everything.” --- At the edge of a newly discovered dungeon, Caelum stood behind a party of stronger adventurers. They snickered. “Dead weight’s here,” one said under his breath. He ignored them. He always did. Darius Flint, the B-ranked leader, raised a hand. “Standard sweep. It’s marked D-rank, but stay alert.” They entered the cave-like dungeon, and at first, everything was simple. Feral goblins. Weak beasts. The team barely broke a sweat. Caelum trailed behind, hauling gear. Only one person treated him kindly—Arianne Vale, a C-ranked healer with silver hair and a sharp tongue for bullies. Hours passed. Then the dungeon began to tremble. “Is it collapsing?” someone asked. “No... it’s shifting,” Darius muttered. “Stay close.” Then came the roar—deep, guttural, wrong. Darius's face paled. “Retreat! Everyone fall back!” But the floor gave way. They dropped into a massive chamber ringed with statues holding weapons. In the center, blazing with living fire, was the Pyroclasm—a beast of flame and fury. People panicked. Two adventurers made a break for the exit and were instantly decapitated by the animated statues. “Form a circle!” Darius barked, but chaos had already taken hold. A statue lunged. Caelum grabbed Arianne and dove aside. “Behind us!” he shouted. Adventurers were being cut down left and right. Desperate, Caelum yelled, “Run toward the Pyroclasm!” “Are you insane?” someone cried. “We’ll die either way!” Dragging Arianne, he sprinted forward. The Pyroclasm shrieked and surged toward him—then vanished into him. Caelum screamed as fire tore through his veins. His body writhed, burning... then exploded in a shockwave. The statues faltered. “Flame adaptation: mastered.” He rose. Flames clung to him like armor. Statues charged. He raised his hand—and fire answered. Explosions. Destruction. “Golems destroyed. Leveling up.” As silence fell, he collapsed, still smoldering. “Heal him!” Darius shouted. Arianne was already by his side.

Ian was just an ordinary young man on Earth, living a peaceful and quiet life surrounded by a loving family and amazing friends. That was until a tragic accident occurred, leaving him stranded in this strange new world. Confused but determined, only one thought filled his mind: 'I don't know what happened, but I will return to Earth, back to my past life... no matter what it takes!'" Author's Note: "The synopsis might look simple, but I assure you, this story will be anything but simple. First, the main character is not weak, and he will never hide his power or act submissive. Second, this novel is going to be quite bloody and dark. Third, there is absolutely no harem. Fourth... there is no fourth. Just read and enjoy the ride!"

Ian Clifford was the forgotten child of a powerful family—a boy raised in silence, overshadowed by success and stifled by expectation. When a terminal diagnosis shatters the life already slipping through his fingers, Ian makes one final choice: to leave. Not to escape death, but to finally find life—real life—in a place where he might truly be seen. In the quiet village of Willowmere, Ian stumbles into a world of gardens, laughter, and unexpected belonging. A family that welcomes him without question. Children who offer unguarded affection. And moments of simplicity that begin to stitch him back together. But time is not kind. As his condition worsens, Ian doesn’t fight to stay—he prepares to let go. What follows is a deeply emotional journey of forgiveness, reconnection, and grace, as the Clifford family—fractured by guilt—comes to understand the boy they never truly knew. The Quiet Sky is a tender, emotionally charged story about what it means to live when time is limited, to be loved when you least expect it, and to say farewell with both heartbreak and hope. Through letters, memories, and the legacy of a single quiet soul, Ian’s story lingers—soft as breath, and strong as the wind.

I was watching an adult film in the dorm when my roommate walked in on me. After three seconds of awkward eye contact, I made a polite invitation. "Wanna join?" Who would have thought Ian Lennox would brazenly nod and sit down beside me to watch together. After that, it was as if he had acquired a taste for it. You could basically say that I had corrupted their Campus Idol. Not only did he frequently ask me to watch adult films with him, the hand he'd wrap around my waist also grew increasingly firm. Finally, I couldn't help but remind him. "Ian Lennox, it's not good for us to go on like this." Ian Lennox nodded thoughtfully, "Indeed, it's time to proceed to the next step." Me: ?

I was Ian Quinn's Lapdog. He kissed my best friend in front of me, but made a bet in private: "Believe it or not, she'll come looking for me the next day." As it turned out, I didn't go looking for him the next day. The next time he saw me, I was buying water for his arch-nemesis, the Top Scholar. He demanded, "Rhea Rowan, since you can't be my Lapdog, you're being his now?" I turned and gave the Top Scholar a kiss. "Sorry about that, we're boyfriend and girlfriend."

About a bully kid that was pushed to his limit. But then he had snapped and went on a killing spree which lead to doomsday for the city..

The story of perfect love that was not destined to live.

Sebastian Wymans is in love with Natalia, his best friend. He fell head over heels since the day he first laid his eyes on her. He'll do whatever she ask him to do. Yes, he would do whatever for her...including setting her up with the boys she has crushes on. Pity, he knows. The two are about to enter college and they're excited about it. Everything is going alright. Well, until he realises that his roomate is the bad boy of his high school life. What could go wrong with roomating the bad boy? Nothing. Well, again until Nat tells Seb that she just fall for the bad boy. What could go wrong with roomating the bad boy? Everything.

Ian, the untouchable top student of Class 1-A, has never met anyone who could challenge his reign—until Gabriel Cruz, a transfer student with perfect grades and a maddeningly calm smile, arrives. From the moment they lock eyes, sparks fly. Used to being the best, Ian can’t stand how easily Gabriel matches his every move, both academically and on the basketball court. Their rivalry grows fierce, but so does the tension between them. Gabriel’s teasing words and carefree attitude infuriate Ian, yet he can’t seem to get the other boy out of his mind. As their competition heats up, so does the unexpected attraction simmering just beneath the surface. When a confession from a classmate sets Ian on edge, he’s forced to confront the jealousy burning inside him—and the confusing feelings he’s been ignoring.