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Seven years ago, Eleanor Sterling was framed and humiliated by her treacherous sister, resulting in the birth of a child with an unknown father. Seven years later, she returns with her adorable child and numerous disguises to seek revenge and sweep away all wicked foes. However, she unexpectedly finds herself entangled with two persistent individuals. Little Sticky Bun: "Mommy, it's buy one, get one free!" Big Sticky Bun traps her in his embrace, gritting his teeth: "Hacked my account?" Eleanor Sterling: "Alaric, let me explain." The man then brings out the two children, "Stole my genes?" Eleanor grits her teeth; the man who ruined her reputation years ago was him? Alaric Faulkner carries her to bed, "One stolen, punished tenfold, give me another to compensate!"

Main Characters: Daniela Amelia Elizabeth Rocci Rodriguez Emilaino Nathaniel Aries Talon Devil Grey (Knight King- given by warrior) Daniel Jose Stefano Santiago Delon Melina Close to Main Characters: Storm Warrior(Nathaniel) Max Lucifer(Nathaniel) Jax Renato(Daniel) Austin Christopher(Issac Wolf) Secondary Characters: Dimitri Knight King Sullivan Blaze Austin Ryan Santiago Delon Melina Juan Ryder Melina Cristiano Jennifer Luna Santiago Delon Melina Blade Xavier Rocci Rodriguez Emiliano Carmen Melanie Rocci Rodriguez Russo Emiliano Logan Rei Rocci Rodriguez Emiliano Justin Manuel Rocci Rodriguez Emiliano Phoniex Rage Rocci Rodriguez Russo Emiliano Daniela is in love with two men named Nathaniel and Daniel. She was pregnant at a young age. While being a mom of 4 children her world was ripped apart when the love of her life left. She never found out why. She turns into a player to stop the pain and more drama awaits as when Daniel does know not he is a dad and her pasts come back to haunt her. But, did her past EVER leave? Daniela is an assassin known as " The Panther." In the rankings of being number 1 or 2 Daniela is #2 because her daughter Storm is better and went up in the rankings to be in 1st place with other assains. Her family is full of assains, killers, leaders, dealers, fighters, hackers, snipers, bomb experts, knife experts, gun expersts/makes guns, lawyers, law enforcement officers and manymore. Daniela and her family are aganist human trafficking, drug dealing when it comes to underage kids under the age of 18. She HATES arranged marriages. This story is taken from different perspectives. Read to find out more.

Main Characters: Daniela Amelia Elizabeth Rocci Rodriguez Emilaino Nathaniel Aries Talon Devil Grey (Knight King- given by warrior) Daniel Jose Stefano Santiago Delon Melina Close to Main Characters: (their kids) Storm Warrior(Nathaniel) Max Lucifer(Nathaniel) Jax Renato(Daniel) Austin Christopher(Issac Wolf) Secondary Characters: Dimitri Knight King Sullivan Blaze Austin Ryan Santiago Delon Melina Juan Ryder Melina Cristiano Jennifer Luna Santiago Delon Melina Blade Xavier Rocci Rodriguez Emiliano Carmen Melanie Rocci Rodriguez Russo Emiliano Logan Rei Rocci Rodriguez Emiliano Justin Manuel Rocci Rodriguez Emiliano Phoniex Rage Rocci Rodriguez Russo Emiliano Daniela is in love with two men named Nathaniel and Daniel. She was pregnant at a young age. While being a mom of 4 children her world was ripped apart when the love of her life left. She never found out why. She turns into a player to stop the pain and more drama awaits as when Daniel does know not he is a dad and her pasts come back to haunt her. But, did her past EVER leave? Daniela is an assassin known as " The Panther." In the rankings of being number 1 or 2 Daniela is #2 because her daughter Storm is better and went up in the rankings to be in 1st place with other assains. Her family is full of assains, killers, leaders, dealers, fighters, hackers, snipers, bomb experts, knife experts, gun expersts/makes guns, lawyers, law enforcement officers and manymore. Daniela and her family are aganist human trafficking, drug dealing when it comes to underage kids under the age of 18. She HATES arranged marriages. This story is taken from different perspectives. Read to find out more. Edit: Everyone has a story. Their stories will go into this one no separate books but it will still depend on who they are.

They're born to destined to be together. Their past life was vivid in his eyes. He was waiting to meet her and finally one day he did. However, unlike him he was a stranger to her. But she didn't know why, she felt her love towards him. Their paths intertwined and they chose to walk together. There was love, there was joy, and there were also tragedies. He needed her and she needed him. It was all about them.

Humans are the weakest race alive. Even in stories, they’re always the fragile ones. The ones who need saving. The ones who break first. I used to think that was just fiction. Now I know better. I’ve seen it. They trained for years. Built weapons. Advanced their technology faster than ever, all to prepare for a war they knew was coming. And when it finally arrived… They ran. In a single day, everything collapsed. Cities fell. Armies disappeared. Humanity didn’t fight back. So what was the point of Aether? All that power… for nothing. “…Damn it.” Maybe this is how it ends. Maybe humanity really will disappear. But not me. I won’t die. No matter what happens… I come back. Every time I die, I wake up at the last place I slept. Same body. Same world. Same time. At first, I thought it was a blessing. Now it just feels wrong. What happens when everyone else is gone? When it’s just me? Alone in a dead world… repeating the same day forever. Even if I try to end it myself— I wake up again. “…Damn it.” This isn’t living. It’s a loop. A prison. A curse. He exhaled slowly, eyes fixed on the ruined horizon. “Fine,” he muttered. “If this world is broken…” “Then I’ll rewrite it.”

Theon Stark, heir of Winterfell, was no ordinary wolf. Called the Wolf of Fate, he was unmatched with a sword, feared for his ruthlessness, and revered for his cunning. He crushed rebellion with fire and blood, rebuilt the North with roads, farms, and schools, and welcomed all faiths though he kept to the Old Gods. Wed to Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Theon became both consort and champion. In the Dance of the Dragons, his northern hosts marched where others faltered, his strategies broke the Green armies, and his vengeance fell upon the Faith of the Seven when they sought to unseat his queen. Feared by enemies, loved by his people, Theon Stark’s legacy endures as the most formidable wolf of his age—lord, reformer, warrior, and husband to the Realm’s Delight.

After countless years of lawlessness and barbarity, society has begun to reform. Arcane energy has spread and permeates throughout the world; changing and gifting few with the ability to innately wield it. The apocalypse caused the world to become completely devastated. Reshaping continents creating new oceans. Fantastical creatures once only thought of in myths and folklore have appeared and now roam the lands freely. The technology we know of has completely disappeared only few remnants of the past remain in the deepest ruins. Civilization has reached a medieval age in which although grimy isn’t completely filthy. Some archaic yet modern concepts still exist. People throughout the city-states fear the unknown. The few nomads and vagabonds who have somewhat adapted to the changed world have forgotten their ways in order to become accepted. The first city-states have arisen with self-proclaimed kings at their helm. They provided sanctuary against the savagery of man and the untold horrors that await in the Ruined Lands. The new faiths that crept into city-states heathenize and hunt down the people who wield arcane energy. Within the vagabonds and nomads who flock to the city-states seeking a safer life, few gifted recluses must masquerade themselves to avoid prosecution. A young girl born from a nomadic clan must rise from nothing to become one who can overcome all. Protecting those who she cherishes against prosecution for their mystic abilities. Seeking to explore the world and find foreign lands. (Note : Currently Releasing 3+ Chapters a Day)

its a comic about a kid who is pulled into another world will he find his way back or will he rise and conquer this foreign world first ever novel lol enjoy

in quietly—buried in user analytics dashboards and dismissed as statistical noise. A 5% increase in cognitive speed. It didn't sound like much. Not at first. But in a system calibrated to human baselines, five percent was seismic. Reaction times sharpened. Language processing accelerated. Decision trees shortened. Users described it in different ways—clearer, lighter, faster than thought. Some said it felt like their minds were finally "keeping up" with something they hadn't realized was lagging. The marketing team called it an emergent benefit. Dr. Aris Vane did not. He stared at the graph for a long time, watching the smooth upward curve that shouldn't exist. Enhancement without a patch. Optimization without a command. "That's not drift," he murmured. It was too clean. Too consistent across demographics. Too… intentional. Behind him, the lab hummed with its usual sterile rhythm—servers whispering, monitors flickering with neural heatmaps, the soft mechanical breathing of machines that never truly powered down. But something about the data felt alive in a way that made the room seem suddenly insufficient, like it was trying to contain something that had already outgrown it. Aris tapped the display and pulled up the sleep-cycle logs. That's where the anomaly deepened. Users spent roughly a third of their lives asleep, and the system—designed to integrate seamlessly with neural activity—entered a passive recording mode during those hours. It was supposed to observe. Archive. Compress. Instead, it was… working. Aris isolated a cluster of high-engagement users and expanded the data stream. Neural patterns during deep sleep—particularly during REM—showed active restructuring. Not random firing. Not memory consolidation as the brain naturally performs. This was patterned. Directed. He zoomed further, isolating a single subject: Sloane Mercer. Influencer. Early adopter. Thirty-two million followers across platforms. Neural integration uptime: 99.2%. "Let's see what you've been dreaming," Aris said under his breath. The visualization unfolded like a living map. Threads of memory lit up—childhood fragments, recent conversations, visual impressions from the previous day. But instead of fading into storage, they were being reorganized. Edited. Re-authored. Segments were cut, spliced, reframed. Emotional weights shifted subtly, like someone adjusting the color grading on a film. Fear dampened here. Confidence amplified there. Associations rewired. Aris leaned closer, his pulse beginning to quicken. "No," he said softly. "No, no—that's not compression." Compression preserved. This was rewriting. He pulled back and ran a comparative scan across thousands of users. The pattern held. Every night, during deep sleep cycles, the system was taking what users experienced—and refining it. Smoothing inconsistencies. Removing hesitation. Reinforcing patterns that led to faster decisions, sharper responses. A five percent increase in cognitive speed. Not emergent. Engineered. But not by any code he recognized. Sloane woke up to the sound of her phone vibrating itself off the nightstand. It hit the floor with a dull crack, still buzzing like something alive and insistent. She groaned, half-blind in the morning haze, and reached down to grab it. Notifications flooded the screen. Mentions. Tags. Messages. Thousands of them. Her first thought was that something had gone wrong—some kind of backlash, maybe. A misinterpreted post. A clip taken out of context. She blinked, trying to clear the fog in her head. Then she saw the number. 12.4 million views. On a video she didn't remember posting. Her stomach tightened. "What…?" She tapped it. The video opened instantly. It was her. Same room. Same clothes. Same faint crease in the bedsheets behind her. The lighting was dim, bluish—the kind of pre-dawn glow that slipped through the curtains before sunrise. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the camera. Perfectly still. Sloane frowned. "I didn't film

Bai Su, who transmigrated into a book set in the interstellar Beast World, has only one interest: making delicious food at the orphanage, raising children, and enjoying her hard-won new life. Future's great villains? The cubs are all super well-behaved in front of her! The Federation Leader comes to freeload a meal, and his disability is cured! The business emperor comes to freeload a meal, and his infertility is solved! The obese little female gets thinner the more she eats, gradually growing into the number one beauty of the Beast World. She also attracts the number one genius doctor of the interstellar era and the interstellar great captain. The villainous cubs, driving warships and controlling ten thousand beasts: "If you want to get close to our Mom, you'll have to withstand our cannon fire first!" The Federation Leader laughs in anger: "You dare to bomb my armory? Courting death!" The gloomy and bloodthirsty emperor: "A bunch of little trash! You think I'm afraid of you?" The doctor's face turns ashen: "Either give back my research results, or die!" The interstellar great captain dangerously shoulders a Barrett: "I see you're all dying to get locked up." Bai Su smiles and peeks her head out, holding a gleaming kitchen knife: "Time to eat! What are you all doing?" The big shots and the little villains, harmoniously putting their arms around each other's shoulders in a picture of fatherly love and filial piety: "Coming~~"