by monica mccarty

Charlotte Morgan, the billion-dollar tech CEO from Beverly Hills, has never believed in love—only results. She's poised to transform downtown Los Angeles with her urban redevelopment empire, one neighborhood at a time. Mateo Durand, a drifting street artist from Marseille, believes love is the only thing worth building. He lives in a converted gallery in Santa Monica, where memory clings to crumbling walls. When Charlotte’s project threatens to evict him and erase the past, sparks fly. She proposes a wager: “Live a day in my world, and let me live a day in yours.” What starts as a game between a woman who controls everything and a man who owns nothing becomes a slow-burning romance—fragile, passionate, and doomed by the very world they inhabit. Can two people on opposite ends of the city—and life—ever meet in the middle?

…took a deep breath and then, she touched her body. But there was nothing to feel. Her hand just went through. Cold shivers travelled down her spine. Panic struck Ifechukwu and she fell to the floor. She managed to pick herself up. She dashed out of the room breathing heavily. Monica had always loved all the children of her siblings but Ifechukwu had always been Monica’s favourite niece ever since she was born by Kene, Monica’s younger sister who everyone claimed to be her lookalike. But today, Ifechukwu and her family are faced with a hard choice and as things get hard for them, they begin to understand that the only thing they can do to save their mother, Monica’s younger sister is to make a difficult choice even if it means they would not see Monica again for the rest of their lives. With the clock ticking, can they save Kene?

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Content Warnings: This story contains explicit and graphic content that may be disturbing to some readers. Warnings include, but are not limited to: graphic violence, gore, body horror, psychological torture, child death, desecration of corpses, and themes of systemic abuse and corruption. Reader discretion is strongly advised. In a world where the nobility's grace is a gilded mask for unspeakable cruelty, an orphaned boy named Mormond watches his world burn. After the brutal murder of his adoptive sister, Nini, at the hands of arrogant aristocrats, something inside him shatters and is remade into a monstrous new form. In his grief, he manifests a terrifying and unique power, becoming the "Puppeteer Calamity"—a vengeful artist who reanimates Nini's broken corpse, transforming her into a beautiful and deadly marionette of vengeance. Their bloody crusade begins in the slums of Marlock, but soon their stage expands to the decadent and corrupt empire of Omnia, a place where the elite literally consume the souls of slum children to preserve their own vitality. Hiding behind the flawless disguise of "Milos," an innocent and cherubic orphan, Mormond infiltrates the highest echelons of power. He orchestrates a masterful campaign of psychological warfare, not with brute force, but with whispers. He turns nobles against each other, drives them to madness, and forces them to author their own destruction, all while they believe him to be a harmless, lucky charm. Each conquest ends with a new, horrifying puppet added to his public collection—a gallery of corpses left as a chilling signature. His reign of terror does not go unnoticed. The empire's champion, Tifa—a swordmaster of holy light known as the Divine Guardian—is tasked with hunting the "Silver Shadow." She is his perfect opposite: a beacon of order and righteousness dedicated to protecting the very system Mormond seeks to annihilate. But as Mormond's web of control tightens around the empire's throat, an unforeseen complication arises. The ghost of Nini's true self begins to awaken within the puppet, her fragmented memories and prayers creating a glitch in his perfect control. This internal fracture becomes Mormond's greatest vulnerability. His desperate, violent attempts to maintain possession of his sister's soul expose him at the worst possible moment, forcing him from the shadows and into a direct, desperate conflict with Tifa and the full might of the empire. The Conductor's controlled performance descends into a chaotic war, where the price of his vengeance may be the very soul he fought so hard to keep. A novel by : ATLASBANAW

Léa Morvan a grandi en croyant qu'elle avait toutun nom, un avenir, et un frère qui brûlerait le monde entier pour la protéger. Elle n'a jamais remis en question pourquoi chaque homme qui s'approchait d'elle disparaissait. Elle appelait ça de l'amour. Elle appelait ça la famille. Puis elle est rentrée à la maison. Un coup de téléphone. Une étrangère en pleurs dans le couloir de son enfance. Une vérité qui a brisé vingt ans en un seul souffleelle n'a jamais été une Morvan. Elle a été échangée à la naissance. La famille qu'elle aimait ne lui a jamais appartenu. Humiliée, mise de côté, remplacée du jour au lendemain par une fille au bon sangLéa n'avait plus rien. Sauf lui. Ethan Morvan l'a coincée dans le couloir sombre, calme comme il l'avait toujours été, et a prononcé les mots qu'elle n'attendait jamais : Tu sais depuis combien de temps j'attendais ce moment ? Il avait toujours su. Il avait toujours planifié. Il l'avait gardée près de lui, chassé tous les hommes, et attendu le moment où elle ne serait plus appelée sa sœur. Maintenant Léa doit déciderEthan est-il son salut ou sa menace la plus dangereuse ? Une histoire sur une femme qui perd tout, y survit, et se relève plus forte. Et l'homme qui était obsédé par elle bien avant que ce soit permis.

Because sometimes you have to fight fire with hellfire, there’s Caine Deathwalker: raised as a demon, armed like a gun merchant, and fuelled by booze. Nice is a dirty word and killing is what he does best. Make a contract with hell, and he could be on your side, God help you. Caine signs onto guarding the beautiful daughter of a leading Japanese industrialist. Protecting is harder than indiscriminate murder and mayhem, but gold is gold, and the prize of a mystic demon sword is dangled over his head as added incentive. Haruka will make an interesting bonus if he can get her out of her kimono—and the damn living zombies will leave them alone long enough for him to bang her. A powerful succubus is playing cat to Caine’s mouse, but he has a cat of his own; a black leopard spirit beast from the Amazon jungle that’s taken a liking to him—and his booze. And then there’s his “father”, an ancient Atlantean demon with a code of honor. Formidable back-up, but Caine senses a greater threat lurking in the shadows, something primal, hungry, and possibly more evil than himself. He shakes his head. Nah, couldn’t be. This book is intended for mature audiences.

Naoki bất ngờ xuyên không đến thế giới Pokémon đầy sắc màu. Cậu thừa hưởng một trang trại nhỏ nhắn nhưng ấm cúng, nơi đầy ắp sự sống và tiếng cười. Dù cuộc sống mới không thiếu thử thách, Naoki vẫn nuôi ước mơ về những ngày tháng yên bình bên các Pokémon đáng yêu và mềm mại. Với trái tim chân thành, cậu quyết tâm tạo nên một cuộc sống giản dị, nơi những bữa ăn hương vị đậm đà không chỉ làm ấm lòng mà còn gắn kết cậu với các Pokémon thân yêu hơn bao giờ hết.

Adina Lendl, an assistant in a leading media company, is ready to prove herself worthy in any way possible. She takes up on an impossible job I.e. to get a scoop from the mysterious Simmons brothers. Crossing paths with them was the biggest mistake she did or so she thought!

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?"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"