Creation The Path Of A God

"The 10th circle of hell was actually the earth, and being alive is the real tormention." Naenia Lovercraft is a ghostwriter who's in a dire need of money, but because she's an epitome of a mad woman, every potential client tries to run for their lives away from her. Well except for this skull-mask wearing guy who introduced himself as Lord Serenade. He was indeed interested in making her write his gory fantasies and buy her works. However, it comes with certain conditions and it should include Neania herself. To live with him. In an old mansion. In the middle of nowhere. Thus, with mysteries to unveil and countless crimes relating to violence, one must connect the dots for everything before the cops arrest the wrong culprit. But in a world full of temptations and sins, who could really stay true to righteousness and prove that there's really a wrong culprit?

In a world with machines and angels, the main character has to become the strongest to avoid getting killed and discarded.

Eirene Marial Lopez had always been confident and independent. That's why when she met Rylle Balmaceda and fell for him, she did everything to get close to him. But when she learned he has feelings for her best friend, her heart broke. She started aching for herself. Everything went worse when an accident happened, depriving her from doing what she loved the most - fashion designing. That accident changed her completely. She became angry with everyone especially to the one who broke her heart and wrecked it. With everything that's happened and the pain and hate she nurtured, will love's passion and heat defeat the coldness which wrapped her heart?

" How about I burst your bubble?" With that I landed my hot fists on his handsome face, causing the Billionaire Godlike man to stagger on his feet. " Let's see who lick whose shoes then.." I smirked and pulled him by the collar of his shirt. "Kiss the floor I walk on, Wesley Cooper."

Alya is a successful model who has a long-lost lover whom she cherishes from all her heart. She works hard and studies fervently, thinking of her lover who will come back one day and ask her in marriage. As a woman of talent and grace, she manages to succeed and get fame through the modeling entertainment world. But when that love comes back and becomes CEO, he says having long lost ever since any sort of emotion for her and asks not to see her once again in his life. Heartbroken, she faints and dies wishing she never met him. But well seen and lucky as she was, she reincarnated into a newbie model from the company of her lover. Will she succeed in getting her revenge and take back all those awaiting and wasted years? The image is not mine. Here is the link: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/418131146638384944/.

To the world, he is merely a powerful Alpha untouchable, distant, crowned by hierarchy and fear. But beneath the title of King lies a secret buried deeper than instinct: a bloodline older than law, stronger than fate. A Demi-God, hiding among mortals. I feel him before I understand him. His presence bends my senses, pulls at something primal inside me. The bond forms before permission, before truth, before I can run. From his perspective, I am the one thing he was never allowed to claim. From mine, he is danger wrapped in desire an Alpha whose power feels less like dominance and more like worship. As enemies close in and his identity begins to fracture, the line between Alpha and god dissolves. Loving him could destroy everything I am. Denying him could awaken everything he has restrained. Some identities are hidden for a reason. Desire does not always feel gentle. Sometimes it feels like pressure. Like hunger held too long. Elara was taught to disappear to soften her scent, lower her gaze, make herself small enough to survive. But something in her had been seen, and once seen, it could not be unseen. The pull she felt was quiet but relentless, settling beneath her skin and refusing to loosen its hold. Kael had spent centuries mastering restraint. Power obeyed him. Instinct feared him. Want was something he denied himself without question until it answered back. What stirred between them was not permission. It was recognition. A look held too long. A name spoken once and remembered too well. The space they left between them was charged with everything they refused to touch. In a pack ruled by claim and dominance, desire was a threat. And this desire unclaimed, dangerous was already breaking rules neither of them had agreed to follow.

"You woke me up," a cold voice echoed from the shadows. Ivana gasped awake, heart pounding, unsure if it was a dream—or something far more dangerous. ~~~~~~~~~~ Years ago, Ivana should have died in her mother’s womb—until a mysterious seer performed a forbidden ritual to save her. The price? The unborn child had to be betrothed to a god, bound to him for life without her parents ever knowing the true cost. On Ivana’s eighteenth birthday, her parents mysteriously vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a notebook filled with strange symbols and cryptic warnings. Now, years later, her search for answers leads her to Egypt, where she joins an archaeological team investigating a newly uncovered chamber. Deep inside, they break a seal that should have remained untouched… and awaken the very god she was promised to. A god who despises humans. With divine wrath rising, ancient secrets unraveling, and a bond she never asked for tightening around her fate, Ivana must confront the truth: The answers to her parents’ disappearance begin with the god she was forced to belong to.

Born in a world of hate and death will Elika be able to stay pure? All the odds are against her, and yet; she pushes to remain who she was born as, untainted and pure. But would it last? With her brothers all fighting along with their mother and father, could she avoid it? Fighting against the very things her people thrived on, believed in; what they were taught to live like from the day they were born. The people of the heaven dimension lived and breathed war, training from toddlers to hold and handle a weapon; trained to kill at their king’s command. But Elika was different, she despised the war; the thought of killing sickening her. So when she is called into battle, would she be able to kill and hate, like the rest of them? Or will she break under the pressure of a thousand eyes.

What is obsession? Am I obsessed? At first, I was just his substitute, then I became his real bride, then the supposed real bride returned, and I was kidnapped, tortured, and forced to divorce. Then I committed suicide because I couldn’t handle it, but I didn’t fucking die. Then I became a stalker of my ex-husband, who barely remembers me because I was declared dead by the world, and my face got melted down when acid was poured on me. I had a surgery that changed my whole face and my entire identity. Then I started working for him again and he fell in love with the new me, yet still traumatized by the old me, so I had to reveal to him that I was the same person. He was happy and relieved, but the world wasn’t. We were chewed on, spat out, and stepped on. Then he was fired from his company by his grandmother, who adopted a new son to take over the company. Then I was kidnapped again, and bombs were planted on me. We were able to defuse the bomb and escape. Then we were shot in the head by God knows who. His surgery was successful, but mine wasn’t, so I forgot everything about him and was forbidden to remember because a damn bullet is stuck in my head that could kill me if it moves to a sensitive part of my brain. Then suddenly, he was on the TV, framed for murder. I couldn’t hold back, I found myself in prison fighting for him with a gun in my hand, and somehow ended up in a coma, because the damn bullet in my head shifted… to the wrong direction. Then, in between this chaos, the doctor announced I-was-pregnant.

Evan Moore is the perfect husband in everyone's eyes. He gives me a grand wedding and fully supports my career dreams. When I faced a difficult labor, he stayed by my side, kneeling for a full day and night until he nearly passed out from exhaustion. Afterward, he held me in his arms, sobbing until his eyes were red and swollen, his voice trembling with fear. "Honey, let’s not have any more kids… It's just too much." From then on, he spends his days and nights at the monastery, praying devoutly for me and our son, earning the title of the city’s most pious CEO. But one day, by pure chance, I glimpse the handwritten scriptures he keeps so carefully copied. And that's when I realize every word, every stroke, is a confession of his undying love… for his first love. All his tenderness, all his care—it was never truly for me. It was learned for her. I was nothing more than practice—a stand-in for his so-called true love.