Now We Both Look Asian

In a city where wealth decides who breathes, love can be the deadliest weapon. When London’s golden heiress, Ariella Vaughn, marries her quiet chauffeur to save her family’s empire, it’s supposed to be a transaction. But the man behind the wheel is hiding a kingdom, and a vengeance years in the making. As secrets unravel, and passion becomes peril, both will discover that truth is the most expensive currency of all.

Power is always associated with trouble. Sometimes it is great enough to save us from trouble, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it is so great that trouble can't get close and sometimes its greatness is the reason why trouble comes. Sometimes it's not about how you use it, sometimes it's about the power itself. The mere existence of a certain power could stir up fear, awe, hatred and envy depending on who percieved it and how they do. join me in this multi generational tale as we explore the lives of the different lords of chaos. Let’s walk with them in their trials and let their story touch our hearts.

The gods abandoned the world. The entity they once sealed is stirring. The factions—vampires, werewolves, wraiths, skinwalkers, and more—are at war, each seeking power to reshape existence itself. Palmer, a noble vampire sworn to protect the Montgomery bloodline, thought he understood his purpose. But when a deadly conspiracy unravels, he learns the horrifying truth—he is not just a guardian, but a key to something far greater. Born of both holy and unholy blood, his very existence is an anomaly, an abomination feared by both gods and monsters alike. Meanwhile, Damien Montgomery, heir to one of the last remaining Guardian families, is being hunted. A relic long thought lost—the Black Orb—has resurfaced in his hands, marking him as a target for every supernatural faction. Manipulated by unseen forces, haunted by whispers of power, he teeters on the edge of becoming something unstoppable... or something monstrous. As ancient evils awaken and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Palmer must face his own origins, protect the ones he swore to serve, and uncover the truth before the world is consumed in blood and chaos. But fate is cruel. And power demands sacrifice. Will they survive the coming war, or will they be the catalysts that bring about the end?

A million years have passed since the war that shattered the harmony of Caelestia—the once-divine realm that shimmered with eternal light. The Divinomachy. It began with a betrayal. One of the Supreme Emperor’s most powerful and revered archangels, corrupted by pride, jealousy and ambition, raised his blade against his Creator. His defiance was swift and infectious—many of the Emperor’s faithful servants followed him, seduced by whispers of freedom, power, and a new order. Thus ignited a celestial war — Divinomachy. For one hundred years, the heavens trembled under the weight of clashing divinities. Brother turned against brother. Skies once filled with song now roared with the cries of battle. At last, the Supreme Emperor, weary of endless bloodshed, brought the war to a bitter close. With a divine curse, he cast down the traitors into a prison realm he created—Phlegethon and sealed their leader—while some escaped. Their punishment was eternal. Once-angelic beings were twisted into demons. Their silver skin blackened and grew scales. Their radiant wings darkened into shadows, and crimson replaced their once pure silver eyes. Even their hands bore the mark of damnation—silver claws sprouting where gentle fingers had once been. And when the fallen archangel was finally struck down, a prophecy echoed across the universe—spoken through the Emperor’s oracle: “When the stars realign and the seal weakens, the fallen one shall rise again. But from the forbidden love of both light and darkness shall be born a child—a hybrid. He shall end what the traitor had begun.” Though Caelestia was rebuilt, its wounds never fully healed. For prophecy does not forget, and the chains that bind the fallen grow weaker with every passing age. The ones who escaped hid themselves across the universe, patiently waiting for the return of their master.

The doctor swallowed, stammering a little. “It’s… Mr. Drayton, your husband. Connor’s blood type matches Mr. Carver’s. If he agrees, we can transfuse from him. But I should warn you. Mr. Drayton has already lost blood in the crash. Taking more could risk weakening him further.” She turned to the doctor with the exact same cold voice. “Then what are you waiting for? Do it. Take whatever Benjamin needs.” A cold numbness washed through Connor. Connor Drayton's Millionaire Wife Threatens Him To Donate Blood For Her Ex, Benjamin Carver, Or Get Divorced. But How Will The Situation Turn?

Ever wondered what the world would look like if the villains actually won? Well, in this world, they did. And everything good about life was erased. The government crumbled into the hands of criminals. Chaos became order. Blood became the new currency. And the world literally turned into a crime-ruled dystopia. In the neon shadows of this fallen society ruled by corruption, strength, and vice. Liam Queen was nothing more than a weak, broken boy scraping by in the slums. Until a brutal night of blood and vain heroism left him chosen by an alien princess… and bound with a power unlike any other. A strange interface. One that presented him with three options. Three paths: The Lust System The Warlord System The Hero System And whether by accident.. or cruel fate, Liam ended up with the Lust System. And he was driven into a life of sensual desires, endless pleasure and carnal passion. But the path Liam unlocked was no gift. It was sin itself. An epitome of chaos. And it began with his very first quest: Lose your virginity within 24 hours… or die.

Gordon was the man Ashley believed she could treat as disposable, a mere ordinary son-in-law with no ambition, no wealth, and no future. What she didn’t know was that her empire, her victories, and even her crown were built on the foundation he laid in silence. When years of sacrifice are met only with scorn, Gordon finally walks away. Ashley, arrogant and certain he can never leave her, welcomes his departure… until the walls of her empire begin to crack. One by one, the allies, fortunes, and power she believed she earned slip through her fingers. Meanwhile, the “ordinary” man she dismissed begins to rise. His true identity emerges piece by piece, wealth beyond imagination, influence that shakes the city, and a new love that finally values his devotion. By the time Ashley realizes the truth, it may be too late. The man she thought beneath her has become someone she can only look up to… from the shadows of her own ruin.

A noise of something hitting her window on the first floor made Aniya go to it, in search of the cause of the annoying interruption that had awoken her from a pleasant dream. Looking out, she saw a dangerously handsome man standing on the ground below, looking straight up at her, naked and completely covered in fresh blood and with a dumbfounded look on his face as if he didn’t know how he got to her front yard in the middle of the night. The clouds unravelled the moon, and the moonlight covered her backyard once again. As he turned into a nightmare, Aniya felt the call of their bond for the first time, reaching out to her, trying to lure her to him. All the cells in her body were screaming at her. She closed her eyes and vigorously shook her head, trying to end the weird and unknown sensation. What was that? Why did she feel she wanted to break the window glass and jump from the first floor to go to him, almost unable to control herself?

An unexpected encounter. A secret revealed. A destiny uncovered. Daniel's life was about to change forever, but little did he know that this change would bring him both fortune and misfortune. As he navigated his newfound wealth and status, he found himself caught in a web of secrets and lies. But would his newfound fortune bring him happiness? Or would it only bring more challenges and trials? Only time would tell...

“I’m major Kaelen, I live in this forest before you, this is my kingdom, and I will take you all down one after the other. Look closely at the ground beneath your boots, soldiers. That soil is already hungry. You arrived here thinking you were an army. You are just meat walking into a larder. You do not command this space; the shadows command you, and I am the hand that guides them. I will not fight your formations. I will bleed you drop by drop. Your patrols will disappear without a whisper. Your sentries will wake up finding the razor edge of my knife where their breath used to be. Go ahead, try to advance. You will find that retreat is impossible, surrender is irrelevant, and the only mercy you will receive is the speed of my strike. You will die lost, you will die afraid, and you will die remembering the sound of my name echoing through the impenetrable darkness. This is not a war you are fighting. This is an execution you insisted upon.”