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In the luminescent heart of Altheria, young Orion navigates a world where dreams are not mere figments but potent forces shaping reality. From the vibrant streets of Eclipsia to the mystical energies of the Dream Well, Orion's journey is a vivid tapestry of resilience and transformation. After a heart-wrenching tragedy shatters his youthful innocence, he vows with fiery determination, "No darkness can swallow the dreams that fuel my spirit." Under the mentorship of the wise and jovial Grimshaw, Orion blossoms into a beacon of hope, ready to carve a path of justice in a realm echoing with the whispers of dreams.

A second-chance romance as scorching hot as a baseball diamond in August. Slater "Savage" Harlow Winning the MVP award for the Birmingham Bandits last year was the highlight of my baseball career. It was the culmination of childhood dreams, calculated adult decisions, sacrifice, and a hell of a lot of focus. Tearing my ACL in spring training? Not what I expected at all. Now I'm home, in small town Georgia, rehabbing in the comfort of my own home, with people I know. I'm connecting with friends I haven't had time to talk to in years, spending days at home with my parents, and getting to watch my little brother play minor league baseball. What I don't expect is to see Malone Fulcher walking into Del's Diner one morning while having my coffee and egg whites. She's the old flame, the one who got away, and the woman I compare all others to. Malone Fulcher Spending the summer in my hometown wasn't what I had planned, but it's what I need. Recovering from a hard year, both personally and professionally, I need to reconnect with who I am. When my mom encouraged me to come home and do some soul searching, I can't say no. Memories are all over this small town, from the Baptist Church to the east field on my parents farm, to the diner. On my second day in town, I decide to go in, memories be damned. I lost my breath as soon as I saw "Savage" Harlow sitting alone at a booth. Our eyes lock, my heart flutters, and my hands shake - all the same way they did back in high school. But back then we couldn't make it work. Going our separate ways to differing colleges, we decided we weren't meant to be. A decade later, as soon as our eyes meet, I'm wondering if we were right, because those green eyes of his do nothing but take me to a past that I can see being my future. MVP was created by Laramie Briscoe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Find the true meaning of destiny

A city girl who was forced by her parents to move back with them at the country side where both of her parents grow up. But little did she know she’s going to meet the guy who capture her heart for the first time. Is she going to let her heart fall or stay heartless and cold?

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In the realm of Somnium, where dreams and reality blur, 17-year-old Lyra discovers she is a dreamwalker, destined to shape the fabric of the dream world. Guided by the enigmatic Ariana and accompanied by the majestic Starlight, Lyra embarks on a perilous quest to uncover the secrets of Somnium and confront the dark forces threatening its balance. As Lyra navigates the surreal landscapes and encounters fantastical creatures, she must confront her own doubts and fears, symbolized by her Shadow self. With each challenge, Lyra grows in strength and determination, ultimately facing the dark leader Malakai in an epic battle to save Somnium. With the fate of the dream world hanging in the balance, Lyra must fulfill her destiny and claim her place as a dreamwalker, protector of Somnium, and weaver of dreams. .

Teaser: I saw like in a dream, I can see Mark, me and a little girl. We are so happy running in a garden full of beautiful colourful flowers. I think it’s the small hut I inherited from Papa. It seems different, bigger and wider. The hut is now a two storey house with a small yacht in front of the house facing Lake Nijori. Trees and plants still grow there and … Mama, Papa, I love, Mama, Papa….the little girl said…smiling at me and Mark lively, sweetly and cutely. Oh, my, Mark….haha! I said closing my eyes and the vision is gone. I was teary eyed but very happy to see my future with him. A baby girl huh!, I said while caressing my tummy. Unmei! (Destiny), I love you, I loveeee you…I added looking at Mark, kissing him lovingly.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."