Things Dr Bright

In the year 2200, Renifleur found herself inside the game where they need to reach the highest level. Upon wandering at the fairy gaming world, she needed to do two things: One, as a player, they need to create what the game is lacking. Gaming may be her forte but can she live for survival inside it? With no hope of winning, the chance of getting back to their real world felt impossibly small. And, two, discover what the other player before them did inside this game. Two things are being listed what she needed to do to fill what the game lacks, it was never her intention to add one, to love a mysterious and secretive guy named Caleb. Even without rights, she doubted his identity. "Am I loving an unknown?" she asked herself.

Fated to a Dragon?! Yeah, right. No chance in hell! Anyways, as they say, when life throws lemons at you, you make lemonade. But Charlotte only knows how to make coffee. So when a handsome stranger waltzes into her coffeehouse, everything changes for the worst. And unlike coffee, she's learned from a string of relationships that humans are more difficult to deal with. However, with the help of her best friend and childhood crush, things aren't looking too grim. She might just be able to deal with these series of unfortunate events. Or so she thought. Not until one drunk night when her most prized possession is gone. Things fall apart quickly, and there's only one person she blames for everything.

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

One night, under the full and bright moon Bryco's body suddenly itched. He couldn't help but moan because of the pain he was feeling. He could not breathe and forced his body to constrict. He could feel how his clothes were torn until he fell to his knees and completely changed his appearance; he became a wolf in the middle of the road. He thought no one had witnessed that happening. As he changed his appearance, a student at the school he owned looked at him with trepidation. This woman is Jelca Stewart. He saw how the woman's lips trembled and how her shoulders shook with nervousness and fear. He stepped closer to the woman. But because of the woman's fear, she ran away. He followed the woman, but he could no longer see her. After that night his eyes struggled to find the woman who had witnessed how he had changed. He wanted to see the woman's skin's smoothness again; look at her red lips; see the eyes full of fear as she stared at him. He wanted to claim the woman, but he doesn't know how and when.

It was forbidden, a sin, but none of these men seemed to understand that. They all wanted to antagonize her, unveil her, tempt her, and pursue her. "A commoner is worth more than a grain of sand, a Half breed is even worse, and you are both, the worst of two worlds, truly you are pitiful….but your fidelity happens to be worth more than both noble and commoner combined. Is that not an interesting fact?"— Oliviér Lé Fóix. "I agree that aside from evangelism there is a sinful agenda but how can you judge my faith when you tempt me by standing in my house with your bare breasts in my sight?"— Sebastién Wright. "You can pray we are interrupted so you do not say yes when I ask if I can rip your underwear and play with your pulsing little clit, Vixen."— Nicolas Dé Penthiévre. "Haha, you've got me, I really have other plans besides seducing you into convincing that bastard for me, I want to fuck you, I mean the thought has been fucking me in the brain since I saw your bright and cheery face. I want my cock to tear that jaw."— Constantine Rousseau.

I used to live my life believing that there was something corrupted within me. I had never felt comfortable walking in the searing, bright daylight. It felt as if I didn't belong there. Is that why I felt this sudden attraction to a man who seemed to be the embodiment of darkness? Ashtar Malachious resembled the sum of my sexual fantasies. The shades surrounding him were like a captivating essence. Others called him the predator, the fallen, or the death. I knew that, but my eyes saw him differently. He saved my life in more than a literal way. He seduced me, slowly enticing all my senses. He showed me what a touch could feel like. He let me taste the pleasure I had never thought existed. The one thing he wanted from me was my blood. I knew that if I gave it to him, it would be along with my body, heart, and soul. His irresistible aura blinded me to the dangers that surrounded me. Like a moth to the flame, I stepped closer until the hellfire licked my flesh. Then the wicked flames revealed the cruelest truth—this love kills. In the end, one of us will die.

Faith White knew better than to stroll on the dark streets, dark streets ruin prepared perfect plans but Alexander Kingston was darkness she couldn't resist back when she was 21 and young, and she is no better now, six years later falling into the same dark green jade eyes. Could she once again stick to her perfect plan or challenge Alexander Kingston in ways, he never thought he could be challenged? Alexander Kingston knew from the first moment Faith White was his but alas, there are things she can not know and things that would end them both but when desire, the temptation is mixed into love. It hard to resist the pull even if it kills you.

"She must remember the sacred rule; to fall in love... is a curse." Abandoning the isle means having the life Aurora longs to live. In the prosperous kingdom of Forthmore, she will seek vengeance with the power even death can't prevail. But life is a pile of surprises. Aurora learned things that were never in her plan - things that she loathed more than death itself. The only thing that defines her weakness. Caelum Augustus, the last Carwell alive, will be the greatest downfall of Aurora. Given the hindrances of the path she chose to take, the path of a villainess, will she be able to avenge and save herself before his light overpower her darkness? Or will she be the next to suffer the curse of the first fallen deity?

Amaya started experiencing strange things since a strange boy was admitted in her school. Soon she realized that the boy came for her. But who is the boy? And what's the mystery about him?

In the process of ruling the kingdom by themselves. The four God's got themselves entangled which crumbled the whole kingdom. To make things right, a demigod was born. Will he be able to shoulder the responsibility?