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The freshman welcome party was loud—music blasting, people screaming over it. Then the external pacemaker on my chest started shrieking. 10 percent battery. Cold sweat hit fast. I always carried a backup. Always. I yanked open my backpack. No heavy medical battery pack. Just a flimsy power bank. One blinking bar.

Adrian died with fury in his heart, hating the tragic ending of his favorite novel. The villain deserved better. But the story was never written for happy endings. Betrayed by everyone he trusted, feared by the entire world, and ultimately destroyed by the plot itself—Cassian Nyx, the infamous Demon Lord, was never meant to be saved. Until Adrian woke up inside the story. He didn't reincarnate as a harmless bystander. He woke up as Prince Elian Ashford—the tyrannical prince destined to destroy Cassian. Worse, a cold, ruthless World System instantly locks onto his soul, forcing him to keep the original tragedy on its "correct" path. [MISSION: MAINTAIN STORY STABILITY] Failure Penalty: Immediate Death. Trapped between a lethal penalty and his own morals, Adrian chooses a dangerous path: pretend to follow the plot while secretly rewriting the villain's destiny. But there’s only one problem. The more Adrian tries to save the villain, the more the dangerous, obsessive Demon Lord begins to love him. Cassian Nyx is a monster feared by the entire kingdom. He trusts no one. Until Adrian. For the first time in centuries, the scarred Demon Lord begins to hope for a future where someone finally stays. Now, the original hero has arrived, and the System is forcing the final execution. Every choice Adrian makes pushes the world further into chaotic plot deviation. Adrian must make his final choice. Will he obey the System to save his own life? Or will he destroy the entire story itself just to save his villain? Genre: BL Fantasy Romance / Transmigration Tropes: Obsessive Demon Lord ML × Reincarnated Prince MC, Saving the Obsessive Demon Lord / Destroying the Plot for You, System Missions, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst with Comfort, Soul Bond.

On the Northwind Trail, just before sunrise, my flashlight cut across the inside of the SUV and landed on five lifeless bodies. My hands shook as I dialed 911. "Hello? I'm on Route 296, the Northwind Trail. Everyone in my car… is dead." The operator's voice was calm but quick. "Please confirm your location. Officers are on their way." My words dropped heavy and flat, like stones hitting the ground. "I'm on Route 296, about three miles east of the mountain pass. The plate number is NA318X. Five people inside the car are dead… and I'm the only one alive."

In this novel we follow 15 year old Charlie Hale, 5 years after she is caught out in the open when rogues attacked her pack. While still healing from the trauma she is having a hard time understanding the enormouty of the PTSD manifesting in her along with her developing hormone, on top of everything she's also trying to navigate teenage life. The things that should come easy like being able to connect with her peers or feeling safe and comfortable at home are very difficult and with her growing frustration are becoming exponentially harder everyday. So after much discussion Charlie's parents make the hard decision and send her to the New Moon Academy. A boarding school for the supernatural kind. There she meets Maya, Ethan and Liam other teens whose families sent them to the academy for their own reasons.While at school Charlie and her new friends overhear a plot against the werewolf king.Who can they turn to? Can they stop this nefarious plot?

A story of hate to love. Amira and Amir had no choice but to put their hate aside and enjoy their explosive attraction Amira meaning It means "princess" or "high born girl," (derived from Arabic) and a Hebrew female given name, meaning 'treetop' or 'saying'.

Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy—her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.

After secretly regaining her sight, Clara catches her husband cheating with her cousin. But instead of exposing them, she pretends to still be blind while they plot to steal her wealth and take her twin daughters away. Unfortunately for them… The “helpless” wife sees everything.

With a history like ours, the meaning of the word family tended to tangle into something unrecognizable. DNA and bloodlines didn’t tie us together, and neither did our last names. Various shades of grey blurred the branches of our twisted family tree. I wasn’t her brother. They weren’t my parents. Not that it mattered… She was off limits. Portia was my friend. Then my foster sister. And she’d always be the love of my life. Family Ties is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

A woman who couldn't even produce a single egg for three years. You are just a useless piece of skin.* The words echoed in my head, a vicious, repeating loop that shattered my mind completely. I stumbled back onto my feet, my body shaking so violently I could barely control my limbs. I didn't grab a coat. I didn't grab my shoes. I just ran. I pushed open the bedroom door and sprinted down the dark hallway, my bare feet slapping against the cold hardwood stairs. I heard Lola's bedroom door click open as I reached the foyer, her voice calling out to me in a frightened whisper, but I couldn't stop. I threw open the heavy front door and ran out into the freezing, pitch black night. The gravel of the driveway cut into the soles of my feet, but I didn't feel the physical pain. The agony in my chest was too loud. I ran down the long, winding road leading away from the estate, the dark trees looming over me like monsters. The sky was heavy, and a bitter wind whipped through my oversized sweater, but I was entirely numb. I just wanted to die.

I met him in a place no sane woman should ever be in Blackgate Prison. As a prison therapist, I was trained to see danger. Every part of me screamed to stay away, but I couldn’t. He was a legend behind bars, Nikolai Sokolov, ruthless, untouchable, the leader of one of Russia’s most feared Mafia syndicates. Darkness clung to him like a second skin. The dim light carved his face into something sharp and dangerous. He looked at me, cold and unreadable, and held me in place with his gaze. “Who are you?” His voice was rough, heavy with threats and scars I couldn’t see. I forced a smile, trying to keep my voice steady. And yet… a part of me felt at home in this danger, a shadow inside I had never admitted, one that hummed quietly at his presence. It was darkness like his, though he couldn’t know it. “I’m Dr. Korovin. I’m here to evaluate you.” The chains rattled as he shifted, a predator testing the limits of his cage. His lips curved, not into a smile, but into a warning. “My name is Nikolai,” he said slowly, deliberately, heavy with threat. “Remember it, Doctor.” I should have been scared. I should have run. But something inside me stirred, something dark, like him, and I didn’t yet understand it.