Soulsborne-like Reads

WOKE UP SERIES: BOOK II I’ve been wishing to see the world end… but why do I felt this way now I see it for myself? Running as if my life depends on it, every alley and corner I turned into, I tried my best not to slip and get caught. Hah, it seems like I would pass out due to exhaustion any time soon! Never once in my life did I run away like this! Damn it! With this fat body of mine, surely there is no hope! How can a shut in person like me can even do running in laps. I thought that I was strong a while ago but it seems like I was just over reacting. Dang 'No no no noooo they will catch up on me shit!' Why did I even come in this situation in the first place!? What hell!! . . . [Day 1 Quest: Would you like to see it?]

Ava is an ordinary college student living a perfectly normal life—until the mysterious new guy, Roger, shows up on campus. From the moment he arrives, Ava is haunted by vivid nightmares that feel less like dreams and more like memories. And when their paths finally cross, something inside her shifts. Long-buried truths begin to rise to the surface… including the impossible: Ava is remembering what it feels like to be a werewolf.

She was fallen deeply in-love to the man she can't have. She really like him but He don't like her. She will do anything for the sake of her love even if it pains her and even if she risk her life. How will her unrequited love, will last? "If happy ever after did exist, then why would my life end like this?" - Dahlia Catarhina El Mundo

Juliet Wagner had been by Morgan Byron's side for so long that she knew she was merely a pair of eyes for his beloved moonlight. Scattered throughout the city, there were countless others like her, serving as substitutes. They might be like her eyes, or her mouth, or her nose. But she knew they would never form the real her. Until, someone who looked exactly like her appeared.

"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....

My CEO isn’t human. And I’m already marked as his. Aeron Blackwood rules boardrooms by day and hunts by night. Cold. Controlled. Deadly. The kind of man who never loses control… except when I’m near. The mark on my skin burns every time he looks at me like that. Like I’m temptation. Like I’m prey. Like I’m his. He fights the bond with clenched fists and brutal restraint. I feel it coil low in my body, demanding more every time his voice drops or his gaze lingers too long. If the pack discovers the truth, I’ll be executed. If he gives in, he’ll lose everything. But when he stands too close, breathing me in like a sin he’s desperate to resist, I realize something terrifying. I don’t want to be saved. I want to be claimed.

After a heartbreak, my friend introduced me to a cycling club. I didn't expect what seemed like an ordinary cycling night to have such a hidden, unspeakable thrill. As I watched my friend interact with a male member, my gaze faltered, and my heart raced. I couldn't help but wonder if I might try something like that too. Because... I'd been waiting for a moment like this for far too long.

There are many people who have met Ciara, each with a different impression of her. However, they all agree on describing Ciara as follows: She is a beautiful person. She is like a princess who doesn't care about life. She is like a graceful flower always emitting a inviting fragrance. She has a scent that arouses the hunger of those who smell it. She is like an item that everyone wants to possess. She is like a dish that everyone craves. She is a deadly poison if anyone dares to touch her. If one day you happen to smell a fragrance that arouses your instinct to hunt, I have two pieces of advice for you: first, control yourself; second, if you are not the chosen one, run away, because otherwise all that awaits you is a painful death.

The story of two different people… “Mr.Stone” like called by everyone is a great businessman. He is the CEO of Stone corporations in Mumbai. He earned this position with a lot of hard work. It is life for him. Actually, ‘Mr.Stone’ is not his real name and no, he is not named like that after his company’s name. Ah, Yes! He is named like that after his personality. Ms.Pari is a loving person who sees well in everyone. She is sweet and caring. Being an only child, she is quite pampered by her parents. She always wants to be independent, so she starts to job hunt. It results in her to reach Mumbai leaving her own city. So like we all know that melting stone is quite difficult. But is it?

I was born 5 minutes after my brother Ciranda marking the beginning of my misery. My Parents only wanted one son, instead, she got two, not two sons but a daughter, a weakling as what they always describe me to be. My twin brother Ciranda was the prince to my mother and I was what she called the Seranda. That is my name "Seranda". Seranda Copper with no title as princess or prince like my brother who was called crown prince Ciranda Copper. My parents treated me the same as the servants, they would always say “You are just like them, so why not treat you like them?” My brother had sunny golden hair, golden tan skin, bright green eyes, and a body to die for, he was the dream guy of every girl. He had the perfect body, he was the perfect child. I on the other hand had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin, and a body not so much to die for, I looked nothing like the misses of wealthy and prestigious families like my own. I was more like the maid starved for weeks by her cruel master. What is worst than being auctioned by your brother as a whore to the human mafia and losing your purity to him. Vengeance is all I want.