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This is the story of the boy who would one day fall… so the world could stand. Before the kingdom burned, before the war shattered the skies—there was only a boy, a goddess, and a promise. Shiora has fractured into three realms: Light, Void, and Darkness. In the heart of this divided world, Nujah trains to become a Shinrei—a guardian of balance—while the monsters of light and shadow grow restless. With his adoptive mother Naraka, the Goddess of Light, and his loyal siblings by his side, Nujah will face sacred trials, forgotten gods, and ancient wars reborn. But can a soul touched by both shadow and flame truly protect what it loves—without becoming what it fears? >Follow nujahtgc on Instagram for visual content from the story.

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Born in the Dark City’s blood arena, Mirelle was trained to kill—or die entertaining the crowd. She refused. Mercy made her the crowd’s favorite—and the owner’s problem. With Kirella, the guard meant to keep her caged, she runs. Together they cross a city ruled by the dark powers. Most monsters on the Dark side—bound by fear, coin, or twisted faith—hunt them for favor. Whispers speak of a hidden shrine and a relic called the Happiness Light—a spark said to open gates and break collars. From alleys to tunnels, from monster wards where even “beasts” protect their own, Mirelle and Kirella choose each other first. Clean slow-burn romance, close-quarters fights, and small cliffhangers every chapter—until they reach the last border and leave Elyka’s darkness behind.

> "In a fractured universe called Shiora—scarred by the Elyka War—where even Shinrei fall, truths burn, and silence cuts deeper than any blade…" Nujah, once a nameless boy born in the darkest corner of a corrupted kingdom, was never meant to survive. His family was wealthy—but wealth only fed their cruelty. In a house full of shadows, Nujah locked his door each night, hiding in closets, reading in secret, praying the screams would end. Until the day he couldn’t take it anymore. Until the day she saved him. A young priestess—bright, kind, and fearless—found him on the edge of despair. She gave him warmth. Light. A reason to keep going. But when her voice rose against a noble’s corruption, Nujah's twisted family was ordered to silence her. What they didn't expect… was that Nujah would finally fight back. > That choice cost him everything—but it saved the young priestess who had once saved him. And it brought him to Naraka, the divine mother of Shiora, who saw his pain—and turned it into purpose. He trained. He bled. He rose. And in time… he became Shinrei—a son of the goddess herself. In the great Elyka War, Nujah stood at the edge of annihilation and chose to protect those who feared him. His sacrifice shaped the fate of Shiora—and left him broken beyond death. Now, hundreds of years later, Nujah awakens into a world he no longer knows. His memories shattered, his heart burdened, he walks a path stained with war and prophecy. The light he once carried flickers—threatened by ancient powers, cursed masks, and the return of the one he failed to protect. And in the shadows… she waits. Mitra. His daughter. His guilt. His enemy. “Even Shinrei must answer for the love they abandon.”

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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."