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When Dezi Falconi, a pampered rich boy, meets up with Rox Forrester, a savvy trailer trash hottie, sparks fly. Living on opposite sides of the tracks makes them an unlikely couple until Dezi gets a good look at Rox and propositions him. Tired of being used as a rich man’s whore, Rox heatedly refuses the offer, but when Dezi hears his tale of woe, he decides to help Rox financially, and in time they fall deeply in love.<br><br>Eventually Nick Falconi, Dezi’s father, finds out about Rox. Nick is a powerful man, used to having anything he wants, and he wants Rox. This puts Rox in the middle of an impossible situation when he learns that Nick holds the strings to Dezi’s money. If Rox doesn’t leave Dezi and become Nick’s whore, he’ll leave Dezi penniless. What should he do? Submit to a dirty old man’s perverted desires, or run away with Dezi and start a new life -- one that includes murder?

SAINTS OF THE BREAKDOWN They rule the world. They can't outrun themselves. MARS is the biggest band on the planet. Sky Ren, the radiant, too-sweet-to-be-real lead singer, lights up every stage like she was born on one. Rain Ashford, the terrifyingly composed guitarist and frontman, keeps the machine running with iron control and ice-cold precision. Day Chen, the golden-hearted drummer everyone loves, is the glue that holds the chaos together. Night Wang, the untouchable bassist with a siren’s body and a sniper’s eyes, doesn’t miss a beat—or a lie. Together, they’ve made history: Five albums. Five chart-toppers. Grammy gods. Sold-out stadiums. Cult-level fanbase. Billboard number one like it’s a birthright. But offstage? It’s getting harder to hide the cracks. --- Sky has been in love with Rain since the first soundcheck. He doesn’t know. Or maybe he does—and refuses to feel anything at all. Because if Rain lets himself fall, he might shatter, and MARS will burn with him. Day and Night are best friends, soulmates, nothing more. At least, that’s what they keep telling themselves. But in the silence between soundchecks and the heat of hotel rooms, the truth is louder than any chorus: They’re already in love. They’re just too close to see it. --- Fame gave them everything. Now it’s threatening to take it all back. Love wasn’t in the setlist. But neither was survival. This isn’t just music. It’s madness. It’s devotion. It’s everything that should’ve broken them—turned into songs that made them immortal.

The air crackled with anticipation as Lucas closed the distance between them, his gaze intense yet filled with a hunger that mirrored hers. Charlotte's heart raced, her breath hitching as she felt the heat radiating from his body. "i can't keep my hands off," Lucas murmured, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until there was barely any space between them. Charlotte's lips parted as she searched his eyes, finding a mixture of desire and restraint. The tension between them was palpable, each moment stretching out like a taut wire ready to snap. Without breaking eye contact, Lucas brushed his thumb across her lower lip, tracing its softness before leaning in to capture it with his own. His kiss was fierce yet tender, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't contain. Their bodies molded together seamlessly, every touch sending waves of pleasure through them. Lucas's hands roamed her curves, eliciting soft moans from Charlotte's lips. She arched into his touch, craving more of the electrifying sensation he stirred within her.

A family of Doctors was suffering from their son's illness that they resort in conducting taboo research of making a clone out from their son's genes to replace what has been eaten by his illness. As they live with the clone in their house, they realized something off and eventually led to their hearts' breakdown.

The happiest day of my life became my nightmare. I have to kill my wife on the first night. I didn't want to but had to. That is how the world have evolved. The rules been re-establish. Kill or be killed. I don't want to feel the same pain again no matter what is the cost. That was the thought of Rex on the first day in the new world. Join him in a journey to the top of the new world that was a result of one wrong experiment.

You think you know how this story goes. Some pathetic loser from Earth gets hit by a truck and reborn as a glorious hero in a fantasy world. Blessed with an all-powerful system, a harem of beautiful, adoring women, and a future paved with easy victories and triumphant battles. That’s what I was promised. A cosmic redo, a chance to shed my pathetic skin as a cynical, basement-dwelling hater and finally live a life of consequence. Only… the script was flipped. The so-called "goddesses" were laughing, and the "destiny" they handed me was a sick joke. The power I received wasn't for fighting dragons; it was for something far more interesting. My path wasn't paved with gold—it was littered with the shattered remains of my own foolish optimism. The people I was meant to save became my betrayers. My allies were my first enemies. And the world I thought I could conquer became a relentless, mind-breaking grind set to hell mode. It’s funny, isn't it? When you're a professional hater, you think you've seen the worst of humanity. This world showed me I was just an amateur. My greatest weapon isn't a legendary sword or a fire-spitting spell. It's a collection. A Pokédex of souls I've captured. I don't catch monsters; I capture people. Not their bodies, but their very will. There's a moment in everyone's life—a moment of ultimate despair, a crushing betrayal, a total loss of purpose—when their spirit shatters. I learned to recognize that moment. I learned to harvest it. These aren’t mindless servants. They are broken, remade, and eternally loyal to me. They possess all their skills and memories, but their core motivation is now just to serve my will. They are my ultimate pawns, and their loyalty is not a gift; it's a consequence of their suffering. Some call me a monster. I just call it a different kind of grind. I'm not the only one playing this game. I've found others—fellow misanthropes, each with their own unique brand of villainy. We meet in lavish, hidden dens, surrounded by wealth we've stolen from the foolish and the weak. We scheme, we lie, and we laugh at the stupidity of this world. We are a gathering of villains, but we don't even trust each other. Everyone here has a secret. But there is one person in this world who stands out. A paragon of justice. The handsome, charismatic hero with a tragic backstory and unwavering resolve. He’s everything I was promised. He’s the chosen one with the absurdly powerful "Friendship" ability, and he's my nemesis. He’s a flawless archetype. Too perfect, if you ask me. This isn’t a battle between good and evil. It’s a fight for the narrative. The hero believes he is the protagonist, destined to save this world. He's so sure of it. But I'm the one writing the story. The only way to win a rigged game is to become the game master. This is my second life, and I'm not playing by their rules. I'm making my own. You think you know how this ends? You don't. And I'm inviting you to find out Group https://www.reddit.com/r/chaosandcanon/s/F9XXA5C61F-reddit https://t.me/+7YlPJOIsHOU3MDI8 -telegram

time is distorted everything is in ghaos put before all of the happens we find a box that strangely appeared in and old rundown apartment who's apartment is these place and what's in the box well reader's you shost need to find out (hi guy shost a heads up I don't own the cover illustration if you guys can make a cover or know some one that can make me one I'll be forever grateful)

Everything was going smoothly until something decided to intervene, and the system was introduced. This brought about a new change that the residents of Earth are forced to adapt to. What will happen now that everything that was once thought of as fantasy turned out to be reality? ------‐--------------‐--------------‐--------------‐--------------‐-------- Hey everyone, author here, I plan on regularly updating this story since this is something I started a while ago but has been sitting on the backburner for a while. Hope you all enjoy, be sure to comment/review and let me know what you think! English IS IN FACT My native language, so if you see spelling errors, let me know through comments because I will fix them. Check out my discord! https://discord.gg/DVcHfMNYF7

Leo woke up from a long dream Was it a dream tho? It's more a nightmare then a dream, why you ask?? why dont you find that out yourself ? Join leo on his adventure or re-living the nightmare he wanted to escape so badly, and help him get through it safely, or not, it's your call ~♡ _____________________________________________ I plan on making this a more "you can choose what he does" kind of novel. I mean there were so many novels where I thought, oh come on you cold have written it in a different way and it would have been so much better, or, why did you do that author-sama he was such a good romance choise so why didnt you pic him/her ??!! (its my own opinion im not criticizing the authors ) And I'd like it to be a majority kind of think, like I tell you multiple possibilities that the story can develop In, or you can suggest your own ideas. But for the first few chapters it's going to be word and character building. I love you all beautiful gremlins and thanks for reading this long ass synopsis ~♡

La verdad que ser el hijo menor de Michael no fue lo peor que pudo pasar, ah, también este molesto menu en mi vista, pero mi cerebro ya lo puede ignorar fácilmente como una nariz Al nacer literalmente en GTA 5 me nombraron Enzo, Enzo de santa Asi que básicamente puedo forgar mi propia historia aquí en los santos.... O ver como va con mi presencia en la historia original, que va, ahí veré