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Picture this. Five teenagers with five visions, one of which shows the end of the world, with the only common word being “Aregis”. Between them, they must find the truth and prevent it from happening, at the cost of their lives. In their search, they'll come across a world that won't welcome them with open arms. They'll have to choose between saving the world or surviving. Will you read their story? The story of Humanity?

"Aria," he said softly. "Today is your birthday." It wasn't a question, but I nodded nevertheless. "The moon is full tonight," he added, his voice quiet. "You will attend the ceremony." "Of course, Elder," I replied, puzzled. All eighteen-year-olds attended the ceremony. It was essential. He leaned in, smelling gently. "You already feel it, don't you? "The change." My heartbeat skipped. "What change?" Elder Malin's eyes narrowed. "Interesting. "Very interesting." He reached inside his pocket and retrieved a little pouch. "Wear this tonight." I accepted it hesitantly. Inside was a simple moonstone pendant with a leather cord. "But this is for—" "Wear it," he interjected. "Hide it under your clothes if you must, but wear it." Moonstones were precious. They aided our connection to the Moon Goddess during ceremonies. However, they were only given to wolves from influential families (Alphas and Betas). Not Omegas like me. "Why?" I questioned. Elder Malin glanced at Mira before returning his attention to me. "Because someone is harboring secrets about you, child. And tonight, those secrets may be revealed." ~ I never mattered in our pack. Omegas like me serve, submit, and survive. We don't dream of love. We don't dream of power. She was the future Luna. I was just the girl who watched from the shadows. But everything changed on my 18th birthday. I felt the bond. I met my mate. One of the Alpha's sons. But the Alpha has triplets, and I felt the mate bond with all three and it seems the three of them felt it too — three perfect warriors, three powerful Alphas, three secrets buried beneath the surface. One of them is my destiny. One of them is lying. And one of them might be the death of me. The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes... but this time, I think she might've given me too much to handle.

Eighteen years old, this is the age most princess, my sister's, were sold off, ohh sorry, I meant married off. For parents that keep Omoaanre (A kept child) or (pure girl), it's an age the parents look forward to but not for me it's a day I dread the most. A day I'll be thrown into a different world, and expected to marry a man I never knew, nor seen. Expected to make my own family and be a perfect wife. Not that I know a different way. I've been tutured and trained for this only. Omoaanre are girls that have never seen the sun, never walked on the ground, virgins and never seen a guy apart from your nuclear family. For a princess it's goes without saying that we're one. Not everyone can keep Omoaanre, and girls that are out of their rooms before marriage are considered unpure, their family are looked down upon and can only marry a poor man. Born under a rare eclipse in the ancient kingdom of Oyo-Moba, Princess Yetunde was never destined for an ordinary life—even if everyone tried to make her believe otherwise. Sheltered, revered, and raised as an Omoaanre—a "kept girl" untouched by sunlight, soil, or the eyes of men—Yetunde is trained to be the perfect wife, not the powerful woman she is meant to become. At eighteen, she's chosen as the political bride of a foreign nobleman: Lord Marcus Valerian, a pale, brooding duke from the empire of Saint Liora. Cold, cursed, and carrying secrets of his own, Marcus sees their marriage as nothing more than a contract. Yetunde? She sees it as exile. But the night she steps into his world, her first life ends. And something ancient within her wakes. Now reborn with fragmented memories, strange powers, and a spine she didn’t know she had, Yetunde must navigate a world of foreign customs, mystical bloodlines, and inconvenient feelings for the man she was forced to marry. Their cultures clash hilariously. Their desires simmer dangerously. And the deeper she digs into her past lives, the more she realizes: She wasn’t just born to be someone’s wife. She was born to rewrite fate. Romantic. Witty. Magical. The Life, Death, and Rebirth of Princess Yetunde is a spicy, slow-burn, interracial fantasy romance that blends Yoruba royal culture with ancient curses, sweet love after marriage, and a heroine who learns that being "pure" has nothing to do with staying quiet. Welcome to Princess Morenikeji's Life, her Death and Rebirth.

Dyan Halvest is the Archmage of Scabia Tower, better known as Dyan "The Wise." Approaching his fortieth birthday, he finds himself at a crossroads, realizing that he truly has nothing: no family, no children, no true friends, and no love. He decides it's time to leave everything behind and start anew. So, he abandons all his duties to go to the rural village of Glavendell, where he will give everything to finally find happiness, as he promised his dead master.

Betrayed by blood. Stolen from her homeland. Sold across the sea. Nyasha wa Kinywa, daughter of Chief Kinywa wa Kobia, once danced beneath the sacred mountain as the pride of her people. But her stepmother’s jealousy delivers her into the hands of slavers, tearing her from the land she loves. A mighty storm shatters the ship meant to carry her to chains. Nyasha survives — only to be swept into the heart of a foreign empire. There, in the Dragon Emperor’s palace, she is offered as tribute to the imperial harem. But Nyasha is no ordinary concubine. She refuses to beg for favor. She refuses to break under the weight of schemes and cruelty. She speaks of her home — of warriors, chiefs, and the power of Kiini Kiro — and with every word, she draws the emperor’s heart closer. When jealous consorts accuse her of witchery, Nyasha is cast into the cold palace. Forgotten. Despised. Until the truth emerges: she carries the emperor’s heir — a child long thought impossible.

"My only wish was for you to be mine." The knight stood before him, clad in battle-worn armor, her brown hair had turned red with blood. Her voice wavered, not with fear, but with sorrow. And that was how one of the strongest demon generals fell. Yet the man who delivered the final blow felt no honor, no triumph—only guilt. Venzel stared at the dying woman, the one who had once fought beside him, supported him, believed in him. She had always been there, unwavering. And he had never truly seen her—until now, when it was far too late. But fate is cruel, and regret is relentless. A whisper, a curse, a wish. Time bends for those who seek redemption. If you could turn back the hands of fate, would you? Would you risk everything to correct a single mistake? Would you pay the price—no matter how steep? Because love is not a game. It is not something you can fish from a sea of choices. It is a singular thread, and once severed— It may never be mended.

CQ 2024 entry. When Lithe Hildebrand hires Zen Starke to retrieve stolen property belonging to the Maximillian Tribe nothing goes according to plan. Lithe, a workaholic and perfectionist, convinces Zen to let him go on the dangerous mission with him for fear that if mishandled it could ruin his reputation and career. Intrigued, Zen is determined to keep his potential mate by his side at all costs. For he’s never met anyone as captivating and sensuous as Lithe. When Lithe’s life is threatened, Zen makes a bargain to protect Lithe if he pretends to be his fiancé. Pressed for time, Lithe agrees since Zen is nothing like the media portrays him to be. As a recessive omega he finds the dominant alpha irresistibly charismatic and fiercely loyal. The problem is the feelings are mutual. Despite their differences, the lovers embark on a dangerous quest that gets them more than they bargain for when they encounter murder, deception and the gift of everlasting love.

Zhu Yunyun was reborn an orphan in the great Chu empire, and owns a bar in the capital city. With her rebirth came a system that could see the information of the people she laid eyes on. Due to the lack of power that woman held, Zhu Yuyun decided to cut her hair even though it was frowned upon, and style herself up and tried her best to appear as a boy. Little to her knowledge, her short hair and masculine appearance attracted bees and butterflies around the capital, and even the princes were not spared! Crown Prince: Yunyun, be my Crown Princess! Zhu Yunyun: No thanks! But here’s a drink.

In the heart of the vast and gleaming Eirhardt Empire, where bloodlines dictate power and magic shapes destiny, a nameless child is left at the gates of an orphanage on a quiet night. Born into silence, raised in shadows, Elarion does not cry. He does not demand. He simply watches, listens, and endures. But the empire watches too. When a mysterious noble cloaked in imperial black kneels before him, everything shifts. Elarion—only two years old—is chosen. Not for his power. Not for prophecy. Just... for being seen. “In the arms of the Empire” follows the slow, intimate unfolding of a child who was never taught how to be held. Told from Elarion’s perspective as he grows from invisible orphan to the Imperial Heir, the novel traces a path not of war or prophecy, but of soft glances, untied ribbons, whispered names, and rooms that finally feel like home. It is a story of found family, silent resilience, and the aching, beautiful weight of being loved without needing to earn it.

Aaron Ambrose, the mighty king of Heavengate kingdom is destined to die. He, however, can change his fate by sacrificing the one thing he thinks he doesn't possess. His heart. He does not believe that death could course through him. But, the prophecy is set. Death is on it's way and the person to buy his sacrifice is unknown. On the other side of the kingdom lives Mariana Clifton. A beautiful, innocent and hardworking seamstress who weaves a beautiful dream of living in a small house with a loving husband and have lots of children. But once she makes clothes for the wicked king, her destiny is irrevocably sewed with his. Aaron finds Mariana pretty interesting. Mariana tries to stay away from the insufferable king but he has made his home in her mind. They both does not know what life holds ahead. In between their teasing and trying to bear each other, will they bare their hearts to each other? Are they even meant to? If yes, will they be able to overcome the barriers of their fate? Can they both together make death move back?

In a kingdom where power is ruled by blood and scent, love is the most dangerous rebellion. Liora Vayne has spent years on the run, disguising herself with heat suppressants to hide the truth of what she is-an omega in a world that chains her kind to alphas through laws, collars, and cold tradition. All she wants is a life of quiet freedom on the open road. No masters. No bindings. No fate. But fate finds her anyway. When she saves a wounded stranger from the dust-choked roadside, Liora doesn't expect her to be Veyra Halvarin-the kingdom's heir, an alpha general, and the sole survivor of a brutal attempt on the royal bloodline. Charged with warning the court, Veyra insists Liora escort her to the nearest outpost. Yet as danger stalks closer and Liora's last suppressant begins to fail, the secrets between them deepen-and their pull toward one another grows harder to resist. Together, they'll uncover the rot festering in the heart of the kingdom's court. But while Liora battles the laws that would enslave her, Veyra must choose between duty and desire, tradition and truth. And both must face the pain of a fate that may have bound them long before they ever met. A slow-burn omegaverse fantasy of forbidden love, royal betrayal, and the perilous power of scent, trust, and fate.

Two daughters. One name. A house divided. Vivica Devonshire, poised and razor-sharp, rules the North with an unyielding, icy authority—her mother's ghost looming in every corner. Belle, the fruit of Damon’s affair with the ambitious Diana, rises in the heart of the Imperial Capital as the dazzling Flower of High Society… groomed for a crown her mother could never wear, a crown that now glitters just out of Belle’s grasp. Damon, torn between love, legacy, and regret, faces a battle he cannot win. As Diana claws her way through the court, desperate to secure Belle’s future, Vivica makes her choice: exile. She flees to a life far beyond the Empire’s golden chains, across the unforgiving sea, to a place where her name holds no weight. But she will return. Not for forgiveness. Not for reconciliation. For what comes next, none are prepared for. Her darkest secret—the one she buried deep—begins to unravel, and with it, the beginning of a storm that will tear everything apart.

Xavier never asked for any of this. One moment, he was living his normal life. The next, he was kidnapped and forced into a virtual omegaverse, where he was forced to become an Omega a rare and prized resource in a world struggling to repopulate. No warning, no choice. Just a system that reprogrammed him and changed everything. The rules were simple: survive, adapt, and, for omegas like him, reproduce. But Xavier had always been straight. And now, trapped in a game full of powerful Alphas eager to claim him, his preferences didn’t matter. He had to play the game or risk losing everything. With the help of a mysterious system that seemed to know everything about the game but nothing about what he truly wanted, Xavier had to navigate a harem of Alpha desires, all while trying to hold on to the person he was before. Could he survive the game without losing his heart, and his identity?

This book is a Sequel to "Paige: Diary of a lost Teen" by sarah_ofomola "What kind of man loves someone like me?" I questioned that evening the gushing sound of waves was the relaxing sea flooding my senses. I've always wanted to be here, alone with him on the beach sand. "I was not only abused, I was dirty. I was angry and I hated you." I confessed. "How come you stayed?" Salt water seeped through my lips souring up my mouth. My heart melted. "I don't deserve you!" " I love you!" I said, and as usual the winds brought his response back to me. I'm Adediwura, Toluwanile and this is my Story...

*Who would have thought a precious, legitimate princess was forced to secretly marry a predator in the middle of the night when the silver moon shone brightly in the middle of the starry sky? Warning: Epic fantasy ROMANCE+++ If you want to know how the animosity between vampires and werewolves had truly started, this is mandatory to read this story. The FMC is a beast tamer. The MMC is the Lord of Shadow. __ The night the prince arrived to claim her, Reneira braced herself for the inevitable circumstances. However, nothing could have prepared her for the truth that this wasn’t just a marriage. She was just a pawn to win yet another war, a cord to fasten an alliance. Her new husband was a sweet torment, an immortal, god-like bully disguised in an impossibly beautiful human form with no rival. His every gaze felt like a punishment, and his sinful aura tempted her in ways she never expected. This god of lust refused to touch her or accept her as his true wife. Believing that her dignity was lost forever, she resigned herself to her fate, hoping to make a home in the hell she’d been thrown into. But fate, as it often did play, had other plans. ~*~ “Don’t even think about seducing me by licking your lips like that, doe-eye!” He breathed in her ear as he joined her in bed, shirtless, his muscular abdomen rippling with each movement. “I… I’m not doing it on purpose!” she stammered, her breath catching in her chest when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body against him. His mouth hovered near her temple, his lips grazing her ear shell. “I’m going to make you forget what happened today. My body is yours as compensation, wife.” ~*~ Volume one: House of Poison and Bone. Completed Volume Two: House of Fire and Wings. Ongoing... Volume three: House of Beasts and Ruins. Coming this Summer... Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Epic, The Devil's Son, The Prince of Hell, the lord of Shadow,

STR: 3, AGI: 3, VIT: 3, INT: 30,003, LCK: 9, Total: 30,024 — B-Rank Brains are his weapon. The nobility is his target. And the world? Just one big logic puzzle waiting to be rewritten.

Fifty thousand dollars!" someone barked like they were auctioning off livestock. That was the first thing I heard when I woke up—chained, collared, and confused. You’re probably wondering how I ended up here. Yeah… me too. One moment, I was yelling into a megaphone in front of Bio Gen Tower, protesting their twisted experiments on women’s fertility. The next? I was injected, blacking out as my protest sign got stomped into the pavement. I didn’t wake up in a hospital. I woke up in a whole new world. Here, I’m not a protester. I’m not even a person. I’m a Breeder. Apparently, my new body belongs to a rare class of women with "high fertility"—a walking womb meant to repopulate a kingdom on the brink. And just my luck? I was bought at a dark auction by five dangerously powerful Alpha brothers. Each one wants something different from me: The cold, commanding heir who sees me as property. The sly second who toys with me for fun. The hostage prince who hides daggers in every smile. And the wild twin brothers—charming, reckless, and always watching. They think I’m just a tool. A means to an heir. But I didn’t die fighting for women’s freedom just to become someone’s pet. They may have bought my body, but my mind? My fire? That still belongs to me. And if they think I’ll roll over and obey… They’re not ready for the kind of woman I really am. ---

In Tiereth, the Zenith war forged history, destroyed it, and reshaped it. Victories and defeats arose equally, building the foundations of thousands of generations through time. In the fifteenth war, "the battle for the Witness Jungle," the stories of legends stained in blood and desolation came to an end. Two hundred years later, in Promise City, the leader of a criminal group had an unfortunate encounter. An unusual group of Wanderers knocked at his door. —You will have to excuse me, Mr. Basil. —The woman approached with a mocking smile—. I will have to deprive you of your freedom. N/A: Sorry for bad english, i use a translator.

In a kingdom where strength is everything, royal blood has long ceased to produce true powerhouses. Sects and clans are just waiting for our family to show weakness so they can tear us apart. "I was born as a princess in the most powerful lineage in the world… but that lineage is now on the verge of collapse." But this lineage is not dead yet. "He" is still here. A being feared even by the strongest cultivators. The only reason this kingdom still stands. And me? If I want to survive in a world where only power matters… I must become a monster feared by all. But in this new world, can I survive - as a man trapped in a woman’s body - where only strength determines your worth?

Excerpt Aristia could not help but stare at the platinum blonde a few steps in front of her. She seemed to sparkle with a glow that drew people in around her. Something that only happened to the main character of a novel. [Is that stupid book sure I'm the female lead?] She thought, her jaws almost going slack. At this point, she was sure she was deluding herself— or the book was deluding her. She didn't know why, but she already disliked the girl. [This is definitely not jealousy.] She rubbed her brows, watching how the innocent, naive looking girl exuding female lead aura was being flocked around already by others. "Fuck, I'm in deep shit!" — Excerpt Two "What do you mean this is where I belong?!!!" She asked incredulously. "It is the truth. It might sound extremely absurd and unbelievable, but it is the truth." He said, his voice tinged with helplessness. "Hell, it is absurd." She threw her hands up in the air exasperatedly. The seriousness in his eyes told her he wasn't at all joking or messing with her. He was damn serious. "Ugh. What shit am I involved in?" She asked frustratingly to no one in particular at the news she was still trying to wrap her head around. *** Aristia Andrews had just come back home from work and prepared to go to sleep, when she was given a novel. Nothing strange about that though, huh? But just after she had completed the novel, she woke up to find herself tossed into a whole new world. Taken from her world and the life she deemed perfect, and tossed into a not-so-ideal world. Now part of royalty, she has to get accustomed to living in a backward world of Kings and Queens, Dukes, Marquises, Earls, Viscounts and Barons. Just the titles and hierarchy were enough to make her smart head spin. With beautiful and loving parents and relatives, a cute younger brother, loyal servants and a smart brain, join Aristia as she enjoys eating and making new and delicious cuisines, forms unique friendships, and creates successful businesses. However, she finds all is not as she thought it was; there just might be something bigger than she expected that the book did not reveal— something that could turn her well balanced world upside down. Now... she has a lot of mysteries surrounding her to unfold, and secrets to uncover, and perhaps she'll find a dash of love along the way. But most importantly... why are these obviously important characters not leaving her alone? It wasn't supposed to be like this...