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It's not common to say that people found love in the most desperate times of their lives. But it doesn't mean that it's impossible. But That's what happened with Winter Stewart.     The hunting past of her addicted mother took its toll on her and she eventually gave in to the dark side of temptation. It was the only way she knew to forget the pain inside her even if it's for a temporary moment. Meet Winter Stewart, a cocaine-addicted girl. After the death of her mother and the sudden suicide death of her father. Winter tried to push her way through life but it wasn't easy with the judging eyes of the society and circle of bad friends. Let's see how the events of Winter's story unfold.  A story of reality. Sweet moments. Heart mending and a beautiful end. ...

Disclaimer! [In dire need of editing before continuing] Do not cross Lucifer. Do not fall in love with a mortal. The two rules followed by all denizens of the Underworld. Since a demon’s heart only craves two things abiding by these rules would be very easy in theory. Of course, I’m the unlucky fellow who broke both these rules at the same time. Which is bad, seeing as I’m the prince of said Underworld.

One kiss. One curse. Bond her to misery. She was meant to die. He was never meant to love. Missy's life ended in betrayal—by the man she trusted, by the people she worked for and served with everything she had. She lost everything—her career, her dignity, her love ... and finally her life. But death does not take her. Saved by a mysterious man who appeared whenever death reached for her, she didn't realize she had already crossed a line no living soul should survive. But he is not a savior. He is Raven.

To everyone else, he was normal. Punctual. Polite. Harmless. But inside his head, the walls were cracking.Thoughts that weren’t his. Silences that screamed. A face in the mirror that didn’t blink when he did. Every day became a negotiation with himself. Lose, and the other version takes over. Win, and he only gets 24 more hours before it starts again. This isn’t a story about pain. It’s about what happens when your own mind becomes the enemy, and there’s no one you can trust not even yourself. Some battles aren’t fought with fists. They’re fought in silence, at 3 AM, when no one is watching.

18+ DARK ROMANCE WARNING Contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, captivity, power imbalance, morally gray characters, and themes of slavery, revenge, adventures (A+++) ****** The Morthrune Pack was attacked, the alpha king killed, and his heir taken into slavery for being an abomination. A decade later, he found favor in the sight of the moon goddess and the god of the dragons. Two years after, he'd attacked every land which had taken his people as slaves, who had ruined his pack, who harbored the enslaved. This wasn't just revenge—this was TRIBULATION. ***** "I could make you beg, Seraphina," he whispered, his hand circling my throat—firm, possessive, claiming. "Strip away your crown, your pride, your name… until all that’s left is my mark on your skin. Tell me—will you still defy me then?" My lips trembled, my heart betraying me with every sharp beat I took. "I hate you." His smirk deepened, wicked and calm. "Good. Hate me louder.” ****** Seraphina Lancaster was a princess heir to Moorlands—the kingdom that captured and enslaved the hybrid Draven Gravestone. But what happens when Draven Gravestone finds freedom and becomes the very thing the Lancasters and every kingdom fears? The Lord of Misery. The one enough to put every kingdom at his feet and powerful enough to make the daughter of his enemy walk the path of destruction. What happens when revenge becomes obsession? When the captor's daughter becomes the captive?

Vicky has no idea what awaits her on the day she and her friends get to the studio. She finds love in first sight but her friends have other plans for her. Yet, even them don't know the events this simple plan of theirs would set in motion. Mysteries and intrigues follow Vicky in the strange city she wakes to find herself in. She's all alone, faraway from home, away from her family and friends and all that matters. Away from her love. And her beauty becomes her greatest enemy.

Trigger warnings: Most of them, really. The first outbreak took the lives of scums. The second sent her to the academia, a place full of strife and intrigue where any misstep could lead to her death. The third will happen soon.   The world can be cruel, I can be crueler.

Cursed by a fallen god, that his presence attracts the Aethereal, Which makes his life a total Thrill.

This story is entirely fictional. In a world where wars are no longer declared but designed, Grayhaven stands as a model city—polished, efficient, and rotten beneath the surface. Power here doesn’t belong to the strongest or the loudest, but to those who understand status: who has it, who enforces it, and who gets crushed under it. Ethan Crowe, a quiet seventeen-year-old with no ambition to be a hero, survives by observing rather than participating. Invisible by choice, morally unaligned by instinct, Ethan understands one brutal truth early: systems don’t fail—they work exactly as intended. For the wrong people. When a symbolic act of sabotage shakes the city without spilling a single drop of blood, Ethan is pulled into a conflict that has been brewing long before he noticed it. The attack is not terrorism, but an invitation—issued by a darkly humorous strategist known only as Mr. Rook, a villain who values honesty more than innocence and chaos more than peace. As Grayhaven descends into silent war—fought through manipulation, reputation, youth indoctrination, and economic pressure—Ethan becomes an unwilling pivot point. Around him rise allies and enemies his own age: a sharp-tongued girl who laughs at death, a foreign transfer student who questions every rule, a charismatic heir groomed to inherit power, and friends who may one day choose betrayal over loyalty. Romance blooms where it shouldn’t. Comedy cuts through moments of dread. Violence appears not as spectacle, but as consequence. What begins as survival evolves into choice. As the city fractures and conflicts spill beyond borders, Ethan must decide what kind of figure he will become—not a hero who saves people, nor a villain who destroys them, but something far more dangerous: a boy willing to accept the misery created by his actions and carry it alone. In a world addicted to clean narratives and false morality, The Hero Of Misery asks a ruthless question: If justice demands sacrifice, who deserves to be sacrificed first?

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?"