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There is a fine line between right and wrong... and Stellar Cross is tethering on the edge of falling on the sinful side. ... Stellar Cross, a self-confessed wallflower and always blending in the background. An unpolished gem waiting to blind people with her sparkle so bright and beautiful. Beau Spencer, an heir and a ruthless businesseman, imprisoned in his responsibilities. Holden Knight, a darkness who found his light. At the end of her journey, would Stellar finally found what she's been searching for? [Some parts of this book blurs the line between right and wrong. However, those that keep an open mind and stick with it might not be disappointed.] ... Stellar felt vindictive. She wanted to break Beau's heart the same way he broke hers. Suddenly, a wild thought entered Stellar's mind. The only way to vex the heck out of Beau was to date a person nobody could have—just like him. As if a light bulb switched on inside Stellar's head illuminating her path, she glanced up at Brother Holden and determination painted her face. Stellar was set on one thing: she would seduce her brother's friend and may the Almighty forgive her for stealing his disciple. Edited by Swaning *artwork not mine 1000-1600 words per chapter

What happens when a Fabled Assassin took a vacation? Monsters exist, and Siegfried Silverstein is one of the top agents of a clandestine organization that keeps the peace between humans and monsters in secret. Now, in his vacation, the Head Director assigned him to take care of monsters that are currently living under his roof. With the help of their Coordinator, Mr. Heinz, Siegfried is balancing his life as both a top assassin and trying to experience a "normal" life, with the added difficulty of caring said monsters.

In a world where caring gets you killed, twelve-year-old Echo learns this lesson too late. Nameless and invisible, Echo survives in the ruins by staying small and forgotten. When Maya appears with bread, soap, and the first kindness he's ever known, she gives him something more dangerous than hope—she gives him identity. For the first time, Echo believes he matters. He's wrong. Maya's care was conditioning. Her kindness was commerce. Echo isn't being saved—he's being prepared for sale. Sold to an underground facility where children sort contaminated scrap for impossible quotas, Echo discovers that survival means shutting down everything human inside him. But when he befriends Lily, another broken kid just trying to make it through each day, he makes the fatal mistake of caring again. One act of selfless kindness. One moment of choosing another person's survival over his own. That's all it takes for the facility's "processing" to begin—systematic torture designed to rewire his brain until caring becomes impossible. Now, as a mysterious figure in black tears through the facility to free them all, Echo must confront a truth more devastating than any physical pain: sometimes the people who save you arrive too late to save who you used to be. The Last Mile Home is a brutal exploration of what it costs to remain human in a world designed to break you. Some lights at the end of the tunnel lead to cliffs. Some hope is just another kind of poison. And some damage can never be undone—no matter who comes to rescue you. For readers who want authentic trauma over power fantasy. For those brave enough to walk toward a light they'll never reach. This captures the emotional devastation, the false hope structure, and positions it as literary/psychological rather than action-adventure. It also warns readers what they're getting into while making them want to experience Echo's tragic journey.

All things considered, fate is the determining factor of life and most of the time, she stays neutral...and when the wheels begin to move, you either receive the grains of blessings or be at the end of that short stick. Jacob has toiled all his life under the bossom of orphan hood. After slithering for so long through the darkness, he finally spots a flicker of light; and he'd be damned if he doesn't reach out to it. And as if a switch had been pressed, his life changes for the better... of course; not without life throwing in a couple of lemons here and there! This time, he shall be the driver of his new life and no longer the passenger, his Will never to be questioned. Approached with a legacy he had no clue he was a part of, Jacob takes the whole of the cake, after all...a starving man ought to always bite off more than he can chew. Opportunities don't come twice! __________ NOTICE: The setting is of modern nature. Mind you, whatever shall be written here that resembles the real world is either coincidental or just outright Author shenanigan. No offense to the cultures and nations that shall be included in here.Again, do not take offense. First time writing(but not the last), so enjoy it if at all possible, I'll appreciate whatever feedback to make my work a little better(Give it to me straight in the reviews). Further tags//= /Nonchalant MC /Handsome ML /Beautiful FL /Calm MC /Hardworking MC /Chaotic Neutral ML /Meaningful supporting characters /Solid plot /Cautious ML /Multiple character devs /Innovative ML /Tough FL /Wholesome couple / Manipulative ML /Strong-willed FL And so on and so forth. I'll add to that list whenever. Dunno how anything works in this app~I'll just go with the flow. By; Ratatouille~ Let me Cook!

Julian Navarro knows every frame of Lydia Vale’s forgotten filmography. He knows which stair collapses, which ray gun jams, and exactly when the fragile heroine is supposed to faint into a handsome man’s arms. He also knows Lydia vanished in 1967 without leaving a body. During an unauthorized midnight screening, Lydia looks through the television, calls Julian by name, and dies in a scene that never existed. A battered remote pulls him after her. Inside The Bride of Blackwater House, Julian is dressed as a dashing stranger, Lydia is forced into the role of a helpless heiress, and a cold interface gives him three seconds of Pause to change the ending. Saving her once is only the beginning. Lydia remembers every death. The films reset around her, the roles push against her body, and the thing she calls the Auteur keeps inventing worse finales. Each completed rescue unlocks another remote command Julian can use both on screen and at home. Each command also builds Static, drawing the attention of a secret media-containment office and letting the Auteur edit the real world in return. Between classes, shifts, archive thefts, and increasingly brutal pulp adventures, Julian must investigate the actress he thought he knew. Lydia must decide whether a fan who controls the exit can ever see her as a person. Before a Halloween broadcast puts her final death before millions of viewers, they have to recover her stolen identity, expose the conspiracy that made her films, and take the last cut away from the monster behind the camera.

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Warning: There will be Yuri in this novel, yes amongst his love interests and those who are not. Don't like it, you don't need to read it. Fake Reviews or bashing will be deleted. ........... Synopsis: Elijah Woods, a high school introvert with no friends and a single life, was entering his third year, expecting it to be just as uneventful as the previous two. His closest companion was his mom, and his social calendar was as empty as his inbox. However, everything changed the night before the holidays when a mysterious app called the Mile High App suddenly appeared on his phone. From that moment on, Elijah's life began to spiral into a series of unexpected and thrilling events, altering the course of his high school experience in ways he could never have imagined.

Benjamin has a childhood friend named Charli whom he hasn't seen in years. Lately Benjamin has been having strange feelins about his friend but assumes the reason is because of the absence and the distance between them. Benjamin decides to visit Charli in hopes to cure the odd feeling in his chest.

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?"