What Is A Slough

Slim was known for his cold demeanor and indifference towards others. He had built a reputation as a rude and emotionless guy, yet paradoxically, he was adored and popular among his peers. His behavior had never hinted at having a soft side, and he made no effort to hide his true nature. However, everything changed when he encountered the clumsy, quiet girl at a party. He is instantly drawn to her, much like a moth to a flame and inexplicably, he was willing to do whatever it took to protect her and ensure her happiness. This development raises a significant question: Was Slim's newfound interest in her authentic and sincere, or did it stem from a hidden motive, possibly of a darker nature?

The night before the company went public, my wife told me she had a surprise for me and reminded me to dress up for the occasion. I thought she was planning to reveal our secret relationship, and I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep all night. However, the next day, in front of everyone, she announced that I was a creepy obsessive admirer. On top of that, she revoked my promotion and gave my position to her first love who had just returned to the country. Everyone was waiting to see me humiliated. I froze for a moment but quickly composed myself, walking up to her first love with a faint smile. Then, I took off the badge on my chest and placed it on him. “As the new director, you should celebrate, shouldn't you? How about a wedding? I’ll officiate for you two.” Glaring at me coldly, my wife told me to get lost and stop embarrassing myself. What they didn’t know was that I was the key connection holding the entire company together. If I left, none of the investors would back them anymore.

Investigative researcher Iris Thorne has spent years scrubbing her connection to the elite Blackwood family, living a life of quiet anonymity to escape a past that nearly destroyed her. But her carefully constructed world shatters when a cryptic, wax-sealed letter arrives. Inside is a single photograph of her brother—who went missing three years ago—and a heavy obsidian key to a vault she didn’t know existed. The trail leads directly to the doorstep of the one man she was warned never to cross: Silas Vane. Silas Vane, known to the press as the "Vulture of Tech," is a man of cold steel and calculated silences. Silas is currently facing a silent war of his own; a massive security breach threatens to topple Vane Global, and his board of directors is circling like sharks. He needs a distraction—a fiancé to soften his image and buy him time. Iris needs the secrets hidden in Silas's private vault to find her brother. The arrangement is a high-stakes charade defined by a cold contract and a strict "no-touch" clause. Iris must navigate the silent, surveillance-heavy hallways of the estate while playing the role of the future Mrs. Vane at high-society galas. But as she digs deeper into the house’s encrypted files, she realizes she isn't the only one hunting for the truth. When board members start disappearing and the estate’s AI begins to glitch. Iris realizes she has walked into a gilded death trap. As the lines between her mission and her heart begin to bleed, Iris finds herself drawn to the man behind the mask of the billionaire. With the killer closing in and the secrets of the Blackwood ledger finally coming to light, Iris must decide if Silas Vane is her protector or the predator she was sent to expose?

I was sent to reap her soul. Now, I am it prisoner." ​Sloane is a Wingless Reaper. For five centuries, he hasn't known mercy only the cold weight of his blade. His final mission was supposed to be easy: find the girl born with the Infinite Soul and kill her before she manifest and destroy his kind. Elena has spent twenty- four years in a guarded palace, hidden from the world and even the air outside by the ancient Ouroboros cult. She is a walking miracle whose blood holds the key to immortality. She doesn't know she’s a savior; she only knows she wants to be free. ​The cult wants her blood. The Wingless want her dead. When Sloane finally corners his prey, the universe intervenes. A golden brand sears into his wrist a Divine Shackle. A 24-hour countdown to his own death begins, and there is only one way to stay alive : He must protect the girl he was sent to kill. ​Now, the world’s deadliest hunter is her only protector. To the Ouroboros, she is a prize to be harvested. To the Fallen, she is a plague to be erased. To Sloane, she is a beautiful curse. ​As the prophecy draws closer, he realizes the most dangerous thing isn't the ticking clock on his wrist... it’s the heartbeat he could feel for his enemy. ​One HUNT. One LEASH. No ESCAPE.

"I told you once, Obi... power is the only truth. Your father taught me that while I bled in his gutters. Now, I’m the one with the power, and you’re the one on your knees." In the cold, ruthless world of the Shadowfang Syndicate, the weak are nothing but collateral. Obi Ashford was born the "runt" of the most powerful mafia dynasty in the country—the Black Eagle. Deaf, sickly, and discarded by his own father, Duke Gideon Ashford, Obi lived as a ghost in a gilded cage, bearing the literal scars of his family's cruelty on his back. But when the empire falls, the ghosts come back to haunt the living. Cassius Okoye has returned. Once a high-born heir himself, he spent ten years as a branded slave in the Ashford household after the Duke razed his family to the ground. Now, he is the Sire of the Syndicate, the man who conquered the Ashfang Dominion in a single night of fire and blood. He came for vengeance. He came to destroy every last Ashford. When Cassius finds Obi trembling in the Hollow Pit, he expects to find a monster's son. Instead, he finds a broken boy who can’t even hear the threats whispered in his ear. Cassius promised to give the Ashford heir hell. He intended to use Obi to break the Duke's legacy, claiming him as a slave, a toy, and a debt to be paid in the bedroom. But as he peels back the layers of Obi’s past, he discovers a horrifying truth: the boy he wants to destroy was never the enemy—he was the first victim.

I was born destined to be fertile. The kind of woman who brings heirs into the world as if it were destiny. My womb had never failed me. The Schuyler family had practically begged me to marry into their family. The reason was simple. For three generations, the Schuyler family had only produced a single heir each time. Their bloodline was hanging by a thread. The patriarch of the family, Albert Schuyler, went everywhere looking for solutions. Doctors, fortune tellers, shamans, anyone who could give him hope. In the end, every prediction pointed to me. After I married Jack Schuyler, my first pregnancy was twins. The entire Schuyler family exploded with joy. Albert donated to every church and fortune teller alike, kneeling in gratitude. Before the babies were even weaned, the Schuyler family business began to thrive. Everyone said that it was the blessing of having noble heirs. Wedding gifts, properties, and company shares. The Schuyler family spared nothing. They treated me like a queen, terrified that I might suffer even the slightest. Until the day I gave birth to my third child. Jack Schuyler's true love, Bianca Chance, barged into the delivery room, screaming at me, "You shameless tramp! You're nothing but a breeding sow! One baby after the other! Are you trying to trap Jack with your womb? You disgusting woman! Jack had said that everything you give birth to will just be burdens sooner or later!" I pressed a hand on my wound and looked at her. Burden? Fine. I would take these so-called burdens with me. As for the Schuyler family's precious bloodline, they had to figure out how to continue it on their own.