Saving God

They say Darkness is horrible, that he kills without remorse, That he is death himself yet I find myself in love with him and unable to keep away from him despite his harshness. He kidnapped me, he stole me from my world and my people and drove me Into a world of monsters, into a world of horrible scary creatures, he hurt me yet here I am back for him and unable to leave despite the dangers around us. Darkness had no children, no life, no light, except his kingdom and his power, he was the epitome of evil himself until he met Vanilla, his sweet human, Vanilla who gave him her all, her love and her light, she gave made him a man, gave him a child, watered his seed. He will do anything to protect her even if it mean loosing his kingdom and everything he had worked for.

Edward, a Prince and the youngest war general in the Eastern region. He hides his identity by working in a private company owned by one of the Wijaya family's daughters, Kyla. He also married the woman he once helped, Elisabeth. Thinking his marriage was going well he was wrong, his wife was having an affair and she was not the woman he was looking for. So who is that woman?

In the heart of modern Cairo stands an ordinary residential tower… yet behind its walls lurk secrets darker than the night itself. House of Horror plunges into the psychological depths of characters who slowly unravel, transforming from ordinary people trying to survive… into beings haunted by hallucinations, crimes, and cursed truths. The story begins with a mysterious murder shaking the tower’s residents, and events unfold like an unstoppable rolling fire: Nasser, the father, commits the first crime in his home, igniting a chain of psychological terror and breakdowns. Malik, the son, becomes the focal point, trapped between a haunting past and horrifying truths that consume his mind, until he himself turns into a merciless monster. Sophia, his sorrowful sister, is swept into a vortex of fear and despair. Other characters’ paths intertwine inside the cursed house: Dima, Ghada, Rofan, security officers, tower residents… all threads in a dark tapestry driven toward a single fate: death or madness. Police officers fall into a maze of mysteries, entangled with corpses, investigations, cameras, and witnesses unaware that they are approaching a bloody end. Questions mount: Who is the killer? Who is the victim? Or is the house itself the true criminal? In this first part, the initial tragedy takes shape… and the curse begins. A high dose of psychological horror, suspense, and escalating drama drives the reader to hold their breath with every page. .....

I, Caspian Montgomery, have returned from the hellhole prison. I’ll use this Nine-Foot Titan Sword to move mountains, part the seas, cultivate myself to ascension, and rule the world.

He was supposed to be my fake boyfriend for one night. Not the man who’d ruin me for all others. I’ve had a thing for Colton Stone since I was a teenager. He’s brooding, built like sin, and—unfortunately—my older brother’s best friend. When my stalker ex crashes my brother’s wedding, I do the only logical thing: grab Colton and kiss him like my life depends on it. He plays along, all hard muscle and smoldering heat, and suddenly our fake relationship feels very real. One night turns into stolen days and breathless nights in Colton’s bed, where he worships every inch of me like I’m his to keep. But everything shatters when my ex abducts me—and I discover I’m pregnant. Now I’m trapped, terrified, and caught in a twisted game where my ex claims the baby is his. Will Colton risk everything to find me... or abandon me when I need him most?

The knights of Saint Christopher arrived, and they brought nightmares to the little convent of the good sisters- an angel who was the opposite of his kind, a forbidden love affair, a predator of innocents, a monster for a father, and a death. Mathilda, who had nothing but hatred for this world, would slay the evils to protect her people, or was she the evil they needed saving from?

"You can't make me marry Davis. I'm already in love with Kayden, my boyfriend," I said, looking up at my father with a mix of surprise and shock. "How do you think you will pay for your deadbeat boyfriend's surgery without Davis' money?" he asked me, smiling like someone who had just hit a jackpot. *** As I walked down the aisle with tears in my eyes, I had to remind myself of why I was doing this. Kayden needed me. Standing in front of the altar, I saw Davis, the man I was to marry, and froze. He was...handsome. Even with the scowl that covered his face as he lifted my veil, his entire features seemed perfectly handcrafted by God himself. But, he didn't look pleased… "I know I messed up, but making me marry this ugly clown is too much punishment," he said, staring with displeasure into my mascara-smudged face. This was going to be much worse than I thought. *** Torn between having to save her critically ill boyfriend, Kayden, and saving her greedy family from impending poverty, Cassie is forced to marry the rude and domineering Billionaire, Davis Monroe, who does not even remotely love her. Being married to him is the most difficult thing she's ever done but strangely, even when she has the chance to leave, something compels her to stay. A few months later, her boyfriend Kayden returns healthy, extremely wealthy and ready to make her his wife. How will she make her choice? What will she do when she discovers the secret that will break her? The fact that her entire life has been a lie, spun by her father.

Aria’s story begins in silence. On the night her child is born beneath a bleeding moon, the world does the unthinkable, the moon answers a power older than mercy and takes her baby from her arms. No prophecy offers comfort. No god explains why. There is only absence, a wound carved so deeply into Aria that something inside her hardens into resolve. She was never meant to be a vessel. In a world ruled by ancient God's, sacred pacts, and power that demands obedience, Aria uncovers a truth far more dangerous than destiny, magic does not always need to be stolen, inherited, or bargained for. Sometimes, it listens. Sometimes, it can be refused. Bound by fate to Kael, a warrior forged for war and sacrifice, Aria is drawn into a conflict far older than the kingdoms trembling in its shadow. Alongside Azrael, Matteo, and Ren, the men shaped by loyalty, loss, and violence, she stands at the center of a prophecy written to break her. The Devourer, an ancient god of control and corruption, seeks to claim Aria as its final vessel and crown her queen. It promises salvation. Restoration. Even the impossible return of what she lost. Aria refuses. At the Hollow Crown, she denies divinity itself, shattering prophecy and forcing a god to retreat. But refusal leaves echoes. Fragments of corrupted power bleed into the world, and greater eyes turn toward her defiance. As stars realign and lost sanctums awaken, forces older than Gods, the Architects, shapers of fate itself, begin to watch. Aria is no ascended queen. She is a reckoning. And the world is no longer prepared for a woman who has already lost everything, and learned how to say no.

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“You can play Priest for as long as you like,” he spat, ignoring my protests, “but you will never find salvation.” His words struck like a curse, but that wasn’t the reason my chest heaved, goosebumps littered my skin, and definitely not the reason I felt hot despite the chilling dip from the lake. Ezreal’s eyes widened momentarily, noticing. I winced as his hand shifted, pressing against the stiff betrayal straining against my soaked robes. He stilled for only a second, then a wicked grin overtook his features. “Well, well,” Ezreal drawled, his voice taunting “Look who’s getting excited,” “Stop,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as the humiliation dug deep. “Please….” He leaned forward, his breath hot as his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear. “I will taint you so bad,” he whispered, his hand tightening against my crotch. “So bad you won’t have the courage to stand on the altar you abandoned me for.” ****** At sixteen, Ezreal Vossell took the fall for a murder to protect the only boy he ever loved—Baron Lander, the timid son of the town’s high priest. A known delinquent, the bastard child of the mayor, but the only one who saw him for his true self was Baron. Ezreal made the ultimate sacrifice, and all he wanted in return was Baron’s support. But alas, on the day of the trial, Baron betrayed him, casting him aside to please his father. Ezreal was sentenced to life in prison, his heart shattered beyond repair. Fifteen years later, he was released, but gone was the naive sixteen-year-old. He’s returned as the ruthless leader of a mafia syndicate, and with all the power and wealth at his fingertips, he yearned for one thing alone. Revenge.