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Omegas aren't allowed in the league. Lucian Virek breaks the rule. With his scent suppressed and identity hidden, he steps onto the ice disguised as a Beta , fighting for a place in a world that would destroy him if it knew the truth. He plays clean. He plays smart. He stays invisible. Until Orion Kael starts watching. Captain. Untouchable.Billionaire Heir. The kind of Alpha who doesn't miss anything. Orion doesn't just notice Lucian. He studies him. Corners him. Gets close enough to know , and then closer still. When the truth comes out, he doesn't report it. He keeps it. And he keeps Lucian with it. Now they're rising together as the Twin Aces, the league's most dangerous pair on the ice and its most explosive secret off it. Every game pulls them closer. Every moment of proximity makes Lucian's control harder to hold. And the more Orion refuses to let go, the more dangerous it becomes to want him. The only man powerful enough to protect him is the one who could claim him completely. "You're mine to handle now." Not a command. Not a threat. A decision that changes everything. When the truth finally breaks, and it will, Lucian will have to choose: keep running, or trust the Alpha who refused to walk away.

In a world where cultivators risk everything to attain immortality, Wen Lihua has spent years chasing power and burying the pain of betrayal. Once a gifted disciple, she was falsely accused, cast out, and left to rebuild her life from nothing. Through sheer determination, she rises to become one of the most formidable cultivators in the realm. Yet no amount of power can erase the memory of Shen Yijun—the man she loved and the man she believes abandoned her. Reserved, powerful, and burdened by secrets, Shen Yijun has never stopped loving Wen Lihua. When fate forces them back together, old wounds reopen and long-buried feelings ignite. As dark forces threaten the cultivation world and ancient conspiracies come to light, they must fight side by side to survive. Between dangerous trials, stolen moments beneath the rain, and a love that refuses to die, Wen Lihua begins to question whether immortality is truly worth the price of a lonely heart. Filled with emotional tension, unforgettable romance, second chances, and a mischievous fox spirit who steals every scene, Beneath the Immortal Sky: A Heart Left Burning is a captivating slow-burn fantasy romance about love, sacrifice, and discovering what truly makes life eternal.

Amanda is a biracial Nigerian teenager who's still struggling to come to terms with her new life mother's death years prior after a traumatic accident that almost claimed both their lives. Upon relocation to Port-harcourt she meets Chideziri, another teen who helps her make peace with her life. Chideziri is an unlikely teen from a dysfunctional family and an abusive father. He is constantly on the run from reality, but when he meets Amanda he begins find reasons to pick the fragments even if it means facing off his demons. She belongs to the sky is a brutally honest coming of age story set in contemporary Nigerian society. It trails two teens who in trying to find themselves find each other, and discover that their spark may not be fate's design alone.

My uncle got obsessed with the Great Work, fasting and doing breathwork at home every day. After he passed out from low blood sugar, they also found a stone. He insisted it was the Philosopher's Stone, and that he was almost there. I spent three days working on him, got him to believe in science, and had the stone taken out. Once he was eating properly again, his labs came back into the normal range. Then he came across AI-generated videos about people achieving immortality in the modern world, and decided I was the one who'd ruined him. He drugged me with sleeping pills, and while I was out, he threw me off the roof. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day they took him to the hospital. This time, I'm going to watch exactly how he ascends.

Ley Baler died. However, he later discovered that he has nowhere to go because a war of goddesses erupted in the world of the deceased and destroyed the kingdom of the dead! Poor him and his fellow souls! Thankfully, there was another kind and beautiful goddess who saved him, and even turned him into a Skyworld dweller. However, since he is not a natural-born deity, he would have to create followers and believers on earth, otherwise, his weak spirit will slowly wane till it reduces to not even a speck of dust in the great wide universe. The challenge though is that his powers have nothing to do with healing or anything useful. So how would he gather followers? What should he do when his abilities are more suited for construction sites?! Follow Ley's journey as he established his own church, discover why the kingdom of the dead was attacked, and attain real godhood through his weird, no, amazing abilities.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.