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If lives are single long threads for each soul being, thus a world is a web of threads created by soul energy, time spent and deliberate mark to be a legacy. Then it takes something signify wrong to break the web network that souls grounded those webs together. Every Universe has a back up system, workers who keep mortal threads blissfully within the natural order. Here in this broken universe these workers are uncovered and brought with the tangles. They weren't the only ones uncovered by the broken laws; other creatures, other being of other realms and even the very foundation gave way to other 'web' worlds. It takes the more frayed thread to repair the broken, forgotten and the ignored. It takes the foundational thread to be beyond repair to be the tool to make do with the mulch that is left behind. Not fixing, no. There isn't any fixing something that has moved on with what it became.

Lust overwhelmed Mirai Shizuku as she ventured the world of Terra to discover what kind of purpose she was sent here.

"How can a human bow down to another for no just cause?" An unwritten rule of the Citadel about commoners: they weren't supposed to matter, beneath the beasts. But for Orson, the black box was more important, as not surviving long enough might mean never knowing who he really was. With no memory of his own past, Orson had spent two weeks at the Mystic Citadel being nobody - until the day his own bullies cracked that box open. Now he has to survive long enough to figure out what just changed in him--because in a world that measures worth in Stars, anyone who finds out what he's carrying will either want it for themselves, or make sure he never gets the chance to use it. A System that doesn't ask permission. A ladder where one wrong move gets you killed.

In a world where the line between light and darkness is razor-thin, a cursed legacy looms over the realm. Nightshade, a rogue traveler with a past shrouded in mystery, unwittingly stumbles upon an ancient curse—the Nightfall’s Shroud—that has the power to destroy both the physical and spiritual worlds. This curse has plagued generations, weaving a tale of betrayal and dark magic. As Nightshade joins an unlikely alliance of warriors, scholars, and thieves, the group embarks on a perilous journey across forsaken lands and forgotten ruins, racing against time to uncover the secrets of the ancient curse. But the deeper they delve into the shadows of history, the more they realize that the curse is only one part of a much larger, cosmic threat. Betrayal lurks at every corner as factions vie for control over the ultimate power hidden within the shroud. Along the way, Nightshade must confront his own demons, both past and present, while unraveling the dark force that binds the realms together. With the rise of a forgotten evil, the group finds themselves on the edge of war—between kingdoms, between light and darkness, and between the forces of fate. As the Blood Moon rises and the eternal night draws closer, alliances will shatter, and truths once buried in the sands of time will come to light. In the end, only one thing is certain—the curse of Nightfall will not rest until it consumes everything. Will Nightshade and his allies find a way to break the curse before the world is drowned in darkness, or will the shadows finally rise to claim their dominion? At the end of Book 1: Nightfall's Shroud, include a teaser like this: --- "This is only the beginning. The veil has been lifted, but greater shadows stir beyond the horizon. In the next chapter of the saga, The Shattered Realm, alliances will fracture, ancient forces will rise, and the true cost of defying Nyxra will be revealed. Prepare for an adventure where light and darkness collide on an unprecedented scale. Stay tuned for Book 2, coming soon."

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A bank robbery. Five young men. And a girl—taken hostage against her will. The lure of ₹5 crores drags them far from the city, into the depths of a dense jungle… where an old, crumbling mansion stands. They say—no one lives there. Except for a silent old watchman… and his strange, black dog. But as night deepens, the game of greed and fear begins. Secrets hidden in the silence of the jungle, shadows peeking through broken windows of the mansion… and the watchman’s unblinking eyes— everything hints that this place is far from ordinary. Who will claim the money? Who will make it out alive? And what is truly hiding inside that desolate mansion…? BY POOJA KUMARI

To the few of you who have this in their library, I appreciate you. However, if you haven't noticed yet, I have neither the time nor the inclination to work on this book now. I feel like it was headed in a direction that I didn't really intend and it was due to my lack of preparation and experience. The book itself was an unintentional free writing experiment that I let lead itself. The story arcs and events I did have planned seem impossible to incorporate at this point. So with a somewhat heavy heart I will be pausing this book indefinitely. If I can take some time and wrap my head around some concepts I may pick the book up again in the future. Thanks again. Author.

Anna Tracy, a 20 year old woman dying from consumption is saved and given a second chance to live. The catch; she has to live her life as a grim reaper, and she has to devote her new found immortality to the God and Goddess of the underworld. 150 years later she meets a man named Ren, who is the second son of the Don for the Irish Mafia. All her instincts tell her to stay away, she doesnt want to get involved with a mortal, but she finds herself drawn to him. Will she be able to stay away, or will she give into her desires.

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?"