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Stuck in the worst dream possible – the reality of my own creation. Here I am, not the all-powerful author, but an unsuspecting character, woken up in a beggar's body in the world of my own novel. How? Why? I don't know, but what I do know is that I need to survive. My memories of the story's plot are sketchy at best, but I remember enough to know I've got to stick to the main storyline. Life-or-death decisions, cryptic mysteries, formidable enemies, I wrote them all. Now I must face them firsthand. The irony would be delicious if it weren't so deadly. Am I stuck in my worst nightmare or have I been given a chance to rewrite my destiny? Only time will tell. Until then, I’ve got to survive in this Insane world, a plot to follow, and one hell of a story to write... by living it.

After a devastating accident steals his memory, rising actor Leonardo is swept far from the glamorous world he once knew and into the arms of an unfamiliar life. Rescued by a quiet farmer and taken in by a father and son in a remote village Solmere, Leo is given a new name—Billy—and a second chance at belonging. As Billy helps with the daily chores, learns the rhythm of the land, and slowly forms a tender connection with Artur—the quiet and guarded young man who saved him—he begins to question what truly matters: the fame he lost, or the home he’s beginning to find. But as fragments of his past start to return, Billy must face a heartbreaking choice between who he was and who he's becoming. In the silence of the fields and under the watchful stars, love blooms—but can it survive when fate comes knocking? "Unwritten Fate" is a slow-burn LGBT romance about memory, healing, and the quiet, undeniable gravity of love.

From the moment a life-giving planet begins its rotation, it becomes a silent witness to the ebb and flow of countless civilizations. Empires rise from the dust only to crumble back into it. Species emerge, thrive, and vanish into the annals of forgotten time. Through relentless storms, volcanic cataclysms, and the shifting of continents, the world continues its tireless cycle, indifferent to the fleeting lives upon its surface. Nothing in its grand design remains eternal. Change is the only constant, as the very essence of existence is shaped by upheaval. In this crucible of adversity, where nature’s wrath tests the resilience of life, only those who evolve—who embrace the necessity of transformation—can stand at the precipice of survival. To endure is to adapt. To adapt is to conquer. And only through this relentless evolution can one grasp at the elusive thread of perfect victory.

The Unwritten Void Paradox In a world written by gods and ruled by fate, one forgotten girl rewrites everything. Liss Hoshino was never meant to exist. Born in silence, erased from prophecy, and rejected by the Twelve Holy Gods, she lived her early life as a nameless shadow in a world bound by divine narrative. But when she accidentally devours the sleeping mind of Ling Kushi — the being known as Azathoth — Liss becomes the living seal of a forgotten truth, and the very fabric of reality begins to unravel. Together with her best friends — Elyse, the soft-spoken healer who later becomes a paradoxic goddess of memory and rage; Thessaly, the stoic swordmaiden bound by love and oaths; and Ayan, the cursed prince of lost time — Liss must survive divine trials, memory wars, and cosmic predators that hunt anomalies. But the gods are watching. The Pale King remembers. And the Void is whispering… again. As timelines fracture and love becomes the last source of power, Liss must choose: Obey the fate written by divine ink… or become the girl who breaks the pen.

“Rate that one,” Ethan whispered, sidling up to me as I tried to swallow my frustration. He gestured toward another girl walking by with her father—a tall man with a belly that strained his too-small suit jacket. “Girl’s a solid six,” Ethan murmured, barely holding back his grin. “Dad? Three. No, wait. Two-point-five. Those shoes are a crime.” “Piss off,” I hissed, though the corner of my mouth twitched. Teely joined him, holding two champagne flutes, one of which she offered to me. “You look like you need it.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, downing the drink in one go. It didn’t help. Teely laughed softly. “Relax, Luca. You’ll survive this. Probably.” “Only because I haven’t strangled anyone yet,” I shot back, earning another chuckle from Ethan. “Seriously, though,” Ethan said, dropping his voice. “You’ve gotta pick someone, or your dad’s gonna lose his mind. And let’s be honest, the guy doesn’t have much sanity left to lose.” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m not picking anyone. None of these people matter.” “Your funeral,” Ethan said with a shrug, though there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He knew. He always knew. The night dragged on, every interaction blurring into the next. Girls smiled politely, their fathers talked about alliances, and I nodded through all of it like I wasn’t seconds away from bolting out the door. Then it hit me. A scent. Faint, but unmistakable. It was like rain on warm soil, mixed with something sweet and soft—something her. My chest tightened, my wolf snapping to attention like someone had just poured gasoline on a fire. I froze, the world around me dimming as I tried to track it. My head snapped to the left, then to the right. Where? Where was it coming from? “Luca?” Ethan’s voice sounded far away, like it was coming from underwater. There. My eyes locked on the grand staircase at the far end of the hall. A girl was descending, her dress shimmering in the light like it was made of emeralds. Her movements were slow, almost deliberate, and I couldn’t see her face yet. But I didn’t need to. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last. She was holding the arm of a man—tall, broad-shouldered, and irritatingly familiar. But I couldn’t focus on him. Not when she finally turned her head, her face coming into view. Quinn. My legs nearly gave out. My breath caught, my wolf howling inside me. It was her. After everything, she was here. And she wasn’t alone. ******************************************************************* Seventeen-year-old Quinn Wayne moves with her family from bustling New York City to a secluded, mist-shrouded town in Alaska, where her parents have purchased a dilapidated inn. Surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, the picturesque town promises a fresh start—but Quinn quickly realizes it holds secrets far darker than she could have ever imagined. In this epic journey of love, sacrifice, and self-discovery, Quinn must rise as the Lunar Guardian, embracing her newfound powers and her identity as Luca’s mate. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with loss, triumph, and transformation. But one thing is clear: the choices Quinn makes will forever alter the balance between humans and werewolves—and determine whether love can conquer even the darkest of curses.

Bound by Unwritten Feelings follows the emotional journey of Naoto Hayashi, a boy who, due to his family's debts and his mother’s illness, takes a job tutoring the daughter of a

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In a future beyond futures—where countless worlds orbit the ruins of old creation—legends speak of a war so vast, it left scars on time itself. They call it the Era of the Above Alls: beings born from the Source of All Things, who ruled reality and reshaped existence in a clash of unimaginable power. That war ended in silence. But the silence never lasted. Now, in the endless sprawl of a reborn cosmos, a boy with no name awakens. He bears no lineage, no past, no purpose—yet the world around him shifts when he dreams. In the highest realm of celestial kingdoms, tales of the ancient clash are told as myth. But something is stirring. Old laws are fracturing. Forgotten powers are whispering. And in the shadows of gods, watchers, and sovereigns, an unknown presence begins to rise. Some call him a mistake. Others, a prophecy. None understand what he truly is. But all will remember the name that has not yet been written...

Lilly Lorenzo never meant to fall for him. She only wanted to read her way through the pain of her past, not find herself tangled in the pages of someone else's story—especially not his. Luca Demon is everything she’s not—wealthy, popular, and dangerously charming. When a spilled bucket of bleach sparks an unexpected connection between them, Lilly’s quiet life begins to turn a page she never saw coming. But behind every perfect smile is a secret. And behind Lilly’s silence, a storm brews. In a world where class divides and whispers echo louder than truth, can love really be written between the lines? This is a slow-burn, heart-aching, sweet romance you won’t forget.

Hanleigh loves books more than nearly anything in the world; whether its reading them or writing them, Hanleigh just can't get enough. She relishes in the way authors can create worlds with the words they put in their books. She loves the way your imagination introduces you to a new world when you read a book. It may well be a world completely foreign to the one you live in. That world is brought to life; inspiring you to dream, captivating your imagination and enticing your senses. Hanleigh first took to reading as a small child reading Dr Zeus. She then fell in love with romance literature when she first read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen; when she first swooned over Mr Darcy. She's read more books than she can count and owns more books than some libraries. Clover has grown up with Rockstars for parents. They expect her to follow in their footsteps. But Clover doesn't want to be famous, she just wants to create the music she loves. Will that change when her twin brother needs her to take his place in the pop band Saving Creed? Her crazy mother puts a wig on her head, bandages up her boobs and throws her onto the stage at the London o2. Suddenly, she finds herself living with four hot men. The only problem? They all think she's her twin brother, Creed! Will Clover be able to keep her identity a secret or will she fall in love with her four band mates?