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At the age of ten, he shyly called out "Sister Jiang," a slender, small boy obedient like a little milk dog. She imitated the adults, kissing his forehead to comfort him. When they met again, he was dressed in a sharp suit with gold-rimmed glasses, his every move as noble and pure as glimmering frost and snow, unapproachably lofty. Tearing off that scholar's disguise, he finally revealed his fangs in the darkness. "Isn't this what you taught me?" he whispered, encircling her slim waist from behind and seeking a kiss, his voice seductive, nearly playful as he called out those two words, "Sister Jiang." Jiang Jiu only then realized that the other party had long since become an obsessive and scheming mad dog, in a place she knew not of.

At Nightingale Academy, where heroes are forged based on the destructive power of their abilities, Troy stands at the bottom of the hierarchy. His gift? Bubbles, harmless, fragile, and utterly unremarkable in a world where strength defines worth. Mocked by peers and ignored by the system, he struggles to prove that power isn’t just about destruction. But when a single night shatters his perception of what it means to be a hero, Troy is forced to confront the dark truth behind the heroes he once admired. In a world where justice is painted in shades of gray, he must carve his own path, one where power is redefined, and saving lives means more than just winning battles. Even if it means standing alone.

Bubbles… Soft, fragile, and fleeting. They drift without purpose, bursting at the slightest touch. They aren’t weapons. They aren’t threats. Just harmless playthings, forgotten the moment they vanish. But what if bubbles weren’t so innocent? What if, in a world of Hunters—where magic shatters mountains and fists split seas—someone awakened a Skill based entirely on bubbles? A joke. A death sentence. Goblins would laugh. The weak would pity him. The strong wouldn’t even bother to look twice. But powers can hide secrets. And some truths are buried in plain sight. When a nameless F-Rank awakens the “Bubble Skill,” no one expects him to survive. Let alone rise. However, the indomitable spirit of River Faelan refused to die. Step by step, he climbed to the top—shattering every limit placed on a “mere” Bubble Mage. He proved them all wrong. And he’ll do it again, Even if it means starting from the very bottom… for one more time. .... What to expect from this Novel: - Dungeons/Portals - Time Travel to the Past - Overpowered Protagonist - Creative use of Abilities/Skills/Powers - System/LitRPG - And more! Please send Power Stones/Golden Tickets/Gifts to support this Novel!

To piece together the soul of her cherished friend, the enchanting and alluring goddess Karise ventured into a world beyond. The typically frosty werewolf commander ultimately transformed into her devoted companion; the mightiest demon in the cosmos yearned for a simple, secluded existence with her; a Broadway mogul in a sharp suit elevated her to the pinnacle of stardom; as the apocalypse loomed, the captain of an elite task force offered her a glimmer of hope for survival; and even the ethereal Buddha of high regard proved unable to escape the captivating smile of the alluring peach blossom demon... If loving you is a trial, then I willingly endure every hardship, seeking only to reunite with you in this mortal realm once more.

On that day, Seraphina had the whim to purchase a personal werewolf slave, as her own little puppy. Little did she know that impulsive decision marked the beginning of their mutual redemption. In a society strictly divided by hierarchy, she provided protection for her werewolf, while he, in turn, bestowed upon her his unwavering love. Who truly depended on whom? Perhaps from the very day they met, the fates of the human girl and the werewolf were intricately intertwined. Join my discord at: https://discord.gg/cZfycPPU

Pepper writes stories that span the gamut from humorous to heartfelt, however the common theme is crossing boundaries. Pepper's unique stories often tackle taboo topics such as mental illness and homelessness. Readers will find themselves questioning their own sense of right and wrong, attraction and desire. In addition to writing, the author is also an artist, an introverted recluse, a self proclaimed empath and a foodie. Pepper Pace can be contacted at: pepperpace.author@yahoo.com Kenya Daniels has led a life filled with missed opportunities. Now at the age of fifty-one she’s a lonely woman with two adult children who don’t need her, a mother who needs her too much, and a job that doesn’t give her the credit she deserves. When a mysterious envelope turns up on her desk, things take a turn towards the impossible and Kenya finds herself transported back to 1982 as a sixteen year old. Kenya must navigate through the 80s--again, with the knowledge and experience of a fifty-year old woman, while trying to find the way back to her original time. This Pepper Pace novel mixes humor, family, heartache and love with the twists and turns that Pepper Pace does so well. Everyone loves the 80s…unless you have to relive them.

I was abandoned by my ex-husband, The former assistant, Luo Xingye appeared, “Big Sister, I’ll help you with the lawsuit!” Her best friend introduced, “This gentleman is a famous lawyer in Beijing, Lawyer Luo.” The little assistant nodded proudly. Me: ??? The lawsuit was won, Lawyer Luo had greatly contributed. He waved his hand, “No need to thank me, just come to my office to help, alright!” When I entered the company, I found out that he was the heir of the Luo Group, the man everyone looks up to! “Luo Xingye, how many identities do you actually have?” He then transformed into a soft and clingy little puppy. “In front of you, there is only one. Big Sister, hold me.”

50 years ago the world was destroyed through climate change. To escape total eradication through viruses and calamities, humanity built gigantic Islands, who float in the sea. But this wasn't the only change that happened 50 years ago. The humans themselves changed and managed to awaken abilities. These ability users live hidden in the world. Some of them are using their powers for the good of humanity and some only seek might and destruction. In this world, where not everything is black or white, a man appeared, who has no real connections to all this. He was just at the wrong time in the wrong place. He manages to awaken his own power and tries to get revenge for his dead friend. But what should he do with this power that tries to make him a hero? Is he really one? Can he risk his life for others? Follow me on Instagram for more Information @storytelling_hero or search for "Storytelling Hero"

Soft, sweet, and charming, like candy that melts away on a hot day. But is it really just sugar that coats the day? How can one be sure it's all just a small piece of candy? Beneath the saccharine facade of that sweetness lies a darker truth. The sweetness hides pain, and the charming smiles conceal bitterness. Cracks begin to show, and the carefully constructed illusion starts to unravel, revealing what truly lies beneath.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!