eric vale

Jake is the firstborn in his family, and he is about to undertake the challenge of a lifetime. Along with fifty other 'first-born' students, he must take Feldspar Academy's mysterious exit exam. He will have to design a new world; full of wonder and promise, where the only limit will be his imagination. The pressure is crippling; he alone holds power over where his family and friends will live out the rest of their lives. If he fails, then everyone who he has ever loved will be doomed to try and survive his creation, whether it is finished or not. Please be advised that this is a fast-paced novel, with a plot that spans many realms.

Auristela Allisya  Gadis yang masih bersekolah dan duduk di bangku SMA kelas 2, biasa di kenal dengan nama Stela dan All yang harus menerima kenyataan bahwa dia harus menikah akibat perjodohan orang tuanya yang sangat tidak zaman lagi menurut Stela. Eric Fransissco Seorang guru fisika yang di kenal killer dan juga dingin harus menikah dengan gadis yang masih kecil kalau kata Eric seperti menjaga anak kecil dan menjaga adik bagi nya. Apa kah mereka berdua akan bahagia?? Atau malah sebaliknya?? Yuk langsung baca!

It was an accident. It shouldn't have happened. But, the deed has been done, they must face their fears or die. Jeff and his friend Matt were playing in Max Peter's laboratory when they accidentally touched an ancient relic, the Slate of Vale, which was the key to the prison of the world deadliest creature. Vortex. Now, the prison of Vortex has vanished, together with the Slate of Vale, and nobody knows where except the two boys. Both boys were forced to swear never to reveal the location of the Slate of Vale to anyone, but that was before they knew that the slate of vale was the only thing keeping the world from crumbling. Will they reveal the sacred secret to the world and die? Or will Vortex escape the prison and hunt them? Either way, their fate has been sealed.

What if solving a mystery didn’t just change the present… but rewrote the past? After a devastating personal loss, brilliant historian-turned-investigator Elias Vale dedicates his life to solving the unsolvable. But when a high-profile murder in 2025 leaves behind an impossible artefact, an ancient bronze mirror bearing symbols no human should recognize, Elias finds himself drawn into a conspiracy that transcends time itself. Touching the relic doesn’t just unlock memories… it hurls Elias centuries into the past, where he awakens in the body of a stranger living in a pivotal moment of history. In each era, he must solve a brutal mystery embedded in real events, from revolutions and empires to forgotten rituals and sacred betrayals. But with every step backward through time, Elias loses something: his name, his memories, and the truth of who he really is. Across ten areas and ten collapsing identities, Elias follows a trail of relics, each one more dangerous and personal than the last. As he unravels secrets hidden across centuries, from the burning temples of the Incas to the fall of Rome, he begins to suspect he is not a man investigating history... but a ghost shaped by it. Guided only by a cryptic, omniscient narrator, a Watcher who may not be what they seem, Elias uncovers a hidden cipher embedded in each case. Piece by piece, the code reveals a chilling truth that rewrites everything the reader believes.

The sea is restless, and so is Alloy. With no memory of where she came from and nothing but the name of her missing best friend, she leaves the safety of Zephro behind to chase answers in a world that thrives on power, drift, and deception. Raised by a king but born of mystery, Alloy fights her way through corrupt ports and shifting alliances, always one step ahead of those who’d rather see her silenced than succeed. But the deeper she sails into the unknown, the more the world seems to recognize her—like a storm drawn to its center. Whispers of a strange drift, of forces long hidden, begin to surface in her path. Ivy may be the reason she left, but finding her might be the key to something far greater—something written in the stars and buried deep in the past.

Three days before the wedding, Seraphina Vale thought she was living a fairytale. Julian’s penthouse smelled like citrus and cedarwood, the kind of scent you could bottle and name Success. He stood by the kitchen island in sweatpants and no shirt, hair still damp from the gym, smiling at her like she was the prize he never had to chase. “You’re staring,” he teased. Sera smirked over her coffee. “I’m just trying to remember why I said yes.” Julian crossed the room in three long strides, wrapped an arm around her waist, and kissed her like a man who always got what he wanted. “Because I’m devastatingly handsome and your mother loves me.” “Mm, two things I may soon regret.” She laughed, but it caught somewhere in her chest. Everything about her life looked perfect from the outside—magazine-worthy engagement, New York socialite status, a fiancé with flawless teeth and a startup about to go public. Her wedding hashtag had trended for two days straight. But something in Julian had changed in the last few months. He was still charming, still doted on her in public, still gave her everything she asked for. Everything except... presence. His kisses landed like rehearsed lines. His touches didn’t linger. And worst of all—he was always texting. Constantly. Smiling at his phone when he thought she wasn’t looking. Swiping it away too fast when she was. Sera asked once, lightly, “Who’s got you so entertained?” Julian had smiled and said, “Work, babe. You know how it is.” And she did. She wanted to believe him. She needed to. Because the alternative was a truth too ugly to say out loud. --- That afternoon, she met Madeline for dress fittings. Madeline had been her best friend since prep school—the kind of friend who held your hair back while you puked and swore she’d take your secrets to the grave. She was tall, magnetic, unapologetically wild. If Sera was the grace, Madeline was the chaos. “You’re glowing,” Madeline said, adjusting the bust of her lavender bridesmaid dress in the mirror. “You’re going to ruin every woman’s self-esteem on Saturday.” Sera looked at herself. The silk gown shimmered like a dream. But all she could see was a girl pretending not to notice how fast her world was unraveling. Madeline leaned in, voice low and teasing. “You sure you’re ready for monogamy? One man for the rest of your life? No more flirty brunch waiters or sultry European getaways?” Sera raised an eyebrow. “Who said anything about giving up flirty brunch waiters?” They both laughed, but Sera caught the flicker in Madeline’s eyes. A flash of guilt? Or just her own imagination turning shadows into monsters? She told herself not to be paranoid. She had no reason to be. Madeline had been there through everything—every broken heart, every public failure, every bottle of rosé drunk at 2 a.m. in their twenties while crying over boys who didn’t deserve them. Julian was hers. Madeline was her best friend. What could possibly go wrong? --- Later that night, lying in bed with Julian’s arm thrown over her waist like a lazy anchor, Seraphina stared at the ceiling and whispered, “You still love me, right?” Julian didn’t move. “Of course.” “No hesitation?” He chuckled, half-asleep. “You’re just having wedding nerves, babe. It’s normal.” She wanted to ask about the texts. About the long nights at the office. About why he kept turning away from her in bed. Instead, she closed her eyes. And dreamed of waves crashing and silk burning.

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve. Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish. Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others. In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle. Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper: Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked. If you're a fan of Classroom of the Elite, this is a must-read. This story dives deeper into the mind games, power struggles, and emotional manipulation fans love—where strategy isn’t just survival, it’s everything. Here, trust is a trap, feelings are weapons, and the smartest player isn’t always the loudest. Let the games begin. "Do well to check my other book." "Infernal Ascendancy".

Atona knows there is something missing in her life. Love, battle and family show her what is truly missing.

In a world where power is earned through trials set by ancient gods, a young orphan named Orien Vale discovers he is chosen to attempt the legendary "Hundred Trials"—a sequence of one hundred deadly challenges, each guarding a secret of magic, history, or destiny. Each chapter is a trial. Some are physical, others mental, moral, or even emotional. Along the way, he uncovers truths about his lineage, allies, enemies, and a prophecy threatening the world's balance.

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!