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What will happen if your ordinary life becomes not so ordinary? What will happen if your old existence becomes anew? What will happen if the world that you know is changing? Our heroine, Anne, is a 40 year old librarian, that got entangled in mythical magic, inside a mysterious fairytale book. When the disaster happened, she got thrown into another world, the kingdom of Valorian, where magic and lore are coming alive. A world where she becomes younger again, but with a wisdom and knowledge of a forty-year-old woman. Inside the new world, destiny brought her four pillars of her new life, men with a desirable position in the Valorian kingdom. With their protection, also comes love and desire. Could Anne will be able to handle all of them? Or she will succumb to her own madness with no one to love?

They are cursed to be eternal enemies, locked in a relentless, fate‑sealed war that spans generations. Yet, in a twist of cruel, divine irony, they are blessed to find each other—a love so breathtakingly beautiful, it shines like a supernova amidst their endless darkness. This love is their only salvation, a fragile, radiant lifeline that could redeem even the most hardened hearts. But it is also a deadly, ticking time‑bomb, a perilous poison that threatens to destroy everything they hold dear. In their love lies both their ultimate redemption and their impending doom, a tragic, beautiful paradox that will consume them in a blaze of glory or plunge them into an abyss from which they may never return.

Ed is not from this world. Last he remembered, he had been on a quest to save someone's life, a debt he must repay. But he was deceived. stuck in a lace called the mist, a bridge between worlds, time and space its self, a place gods would not go, he must not only find his way home, he must find out who he is, that the entire universe aims to kill him. With past lives to uncover and companions that should not walk any world. Will he loose himself to the mist or become what he has forgotten? both roads lead to doom, but whose?

Fu Qingjun has transmigrated into a parallel world and discovered that his parallel self just committed suicide. With over 6,000 souls in his body, he feels his head throbbing. The next moment, he finds that his hair grows rapidly and that he could inject wisdom into a creature's brain through his hair.

(This is the better-edited version. The free version as a gift from this author for going on hiatus too long.) Ed is not from this world. Last he remembered he had been on a quest to save someone's life, a debt he must repay. But he was deceived. stuck in a place called the mist, a bridge between worlds, time and space itself, a place gods would not go, he must not only find his way home, he must find out who he is, that the entire universe aims to kill him. With past lives to uncover and companions that should not walk any world. Will he lose himself to the mist or become what he has forgotten? both roads lead to doom, but whose? (Hi, the author here. I went on a year-long hiatus and am back. this is the better-edited version of this book posted here cause the new chapters are better structured and the old needed editing. I will post the new chapters on whichever platform has the most readers, though I am hoping it is this one because the edits are here. Enjoy.)

She didn't want anything to do with another man in her life until she crossed paths with Sam Thompson, a handsome heart throb and an heir to a well known business man who's willing to take the chance and break all her walls introducing her to a whole new level of being loved. Freya thinks life will never give her a chance of being happy and she'll never find love but this time it comes at her door step. Life gives her a second chance at being happy and finding true love but she's too blind to see that. Her eyes are clouded by the tears of the things that have brought her down. But will she be able to see what life has given her or keep on making her past give her the reasons of being unhappy. After her breakup with her long time sweetheart , well what she tought and considered to be one while in reality it was the opposite of that . Her world falls apart but is later crumbled into dust when her mother is brutally murdered at her anniversary celebration. Later on they come for her . Will she see what's coming for her? Will she let Sam love her or keep dwelling in her past? (So near from getting all the answers to her questions but blinded by the past. )

Emily Patterson, a 16-year-old, is just your typical girl. Until she met a group of people who claim that she is their land's princess. Slowly, she made many new friends and learned many new things about her life, her friends and her family. On the other hand, she learned the truths about herself and goes through love, friendship, betrayal and bitter reality.

It all started with a deal with a God. And next thing... i was here... in another world, deceived and made and burdened with this fate. I was going to die. BUT... I don't want to die.

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Would you give your sight... the very essence of that sense of yours...? So that never again would you be able to see again. For the simple ability to heal. Take upon the injuries of those you care for. As with a single touch. They shall be healed. Whether it be a broken limb... a bruise... or even a whole arm... nothing, not a single thing within your grasp will ever be broken. Yet when I opened my eyes... it was not the kaleidoscope of colors I knew the world as... nor the exuberant face of my sister. No, it was to this empty void. Filled only by my sense of touch. "Of course" There was no other answer that would satisfy my will. For this was my choice... and my choice alone. ... When the world was created... populated by species upon species of beings. Yet a drop here... a star that may have yet to burst. A small flap of some God's coat. For the world was given life. Life greater than others. For they could use magic. An ability so wondrous that many nations had been created and felled in the harrowed halls of libraries. Yet this ability was not equal, and neither was the strength of will. For it appeared within women, every man that was born... for every one of them, there was an equal thousand women. As for magic. A rare occurrence already, made even more rare by the gap. A change in dynamic. For there was not some great king... there was not one holy emperor. Or even a god. There was a queen... a holy empress.... a Goddess. For man's place was not on the battlefield but upon the soft ballrooms, kitchens laden with instruments of creation rather than destruction. Married into well families that cared for them like precious possessions.