Hand Base Gacha

"When Gold meets silver, when White meets Black, The sky would weep and the earth would bleed." "His mate is here!" people whispered but I couldn't make sense of what they were saying. His eyes caught mine glowing,and unnatural gold as they got closer to me. A loud click chimed Tick, Tock Matching the rhythm of my beating heart. Within a twinkle, I was yanked out of Damien's hand with full force pulling me into the rock hard chest "Mate!"

Heather never asked to get involved with the William quadruplet which not only turn her perfect fake life upside down but also get entangled in their fight of who become the next Lycan King. She is forced into the world of supernatural beings, werewolves and realize many secrets even about herself. However, All four brothers who once detest her now wants her, each as his own. No one dares to lay a hand on her and worst still, she cannot escape from them

Distraught by the sudden twist of fate, Ayla finds herself on a long journey past the Dark Kingdom and beyond the land she knew. With a two-century-old map in hand and words of caution from the pack witch, her success is still uncertain. She must find the Witch, whom few people knew existed and is called “The Ethereal”. Eager to find answers and solutions, the fear of the unknown did not occur on her mind. But what she found at the end of her journey horrified her, a choice must be made and a sacrifice is certain.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

Have you ever heard of this secret, mysterious cruise? On a cruise ship that traverses the expansive ocean on New Year's Eve, rows of beautiful yet blind masseuses wait to be selected. To search for my sister, I pretend to be blind and think of a way to sneak onboard that cruise ship. A bigwig selects me and takes me back to his suite. He tilts my jaw and waves a hand before my eyes. "Are you really blind? Let's try something different, then…"

"Who said I hated you?" It took me a moment before I could process what this man just said. "What do you mean you don't? Na-" He grabbed my hand suddenly and looked me in the eyes which caught me off guard. "You keep saying her name that it annoys me to the point that I just want to erase her existence." Is this man seriously telling me that he'll kill the female lead?

The first time Professor Weston touched me, it was to guide my breathing. The second time, it was to hold my hand as my world fell apart. He became my anchor, my secret, my ruin. Now, a powerful stranger is offering us everything, and I see the same hunger in his eyes that once lived in mine. He doesn't want to help us. He wants to own us. And the only way out is to use the very therapy that saved me, as a weapon to destroy him.

This book follows the story of childhood best friends Luciano and Natalie Luciano has been in love with Natalie for as long as he can remember, but he doesn't think that Natalie reciprocates those feelings and so he continues being the best friend Natalie has mixed feelings. she is not sure whther she loves his as a friend or not years into their friendship, Luciano is in 'need' of a wife and so asks Natalie for her hand in marriage as he does not want to tie himself to someone else

My company had arranged a wilderness survival retreat deep in the heart of Moonshadow Forest—a place where even seasoned wolves tread cautiously. That night, a sudden downpour ripped through the campsite, drenching the earth and filling the air with the thick scent of damp moss and shifting soil. I woke abruptly, the cold seeping into my bones. Instinctively, I reached out to the space beside me, seeking the warmth of my mate. Empty. A sharp pang of unease clawed at my chest. My wolf, dulled by the suppressant herbs I had taken to blend into human society, stirred restlessly. Fumbling in the darkness, I grabbed my phone and dialed Nigel. The line barely had time to connect before he emerged from the undergrowth—disheveled, breathless. His grip was iron-tight as he seized my wrist, pulling me downhill. His scent was sharp with adrenaline, but beneath it—something foreign, something wrong. We ran, my boots sinking into the mud. My keen vision caught glimpses of his rumpled clothing, the way his collar was misaligned—and the faint imprint of lips on his jaw. My pulse pounded in my ears. Betrayal. I wrenched my arm from his grasp, my claws itching to unsheathe despite the human form I forced myself to maintain. "Where were you?" My voice came out low, edged with the danger of a wolf barely leashed. The suppressants in my bloodstream faltered under the weight of my fury. The storm had driven everyone into their tents, leaving the clearing eerily silent as we reached the base of the mountain. But she was there. A woman stood beneath the flickering glow of the emergency lanterns, her hair tousled, her fingers gripping Nigel’s jacket as if it belonged to her. I knew her. The new intern. Her face held an unsettling resemblance to mine, as if the Moon Goddess herself had carved her from the shadows of my reflection. The realization struck like a silver dagger to my chest. Even the mate who had once sworn to fight the world for me had given in to betr

My grandma once told me about mystical stories, that they are living creatures who lives in between the shadows. I didn't believe it, who would believe such magical stories? But I realized that magical isn't the point of my grandma when I met him. He was bathing in blood, holding a long thick flanged mace on his left hand while licking the blood dripping on his right hand. That's how I met him, the creature I fell in love with.