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Flora is an introvert girl who has just lost her sister for a week. Feeling that something was wrong. She looked for the truth. Until one by one the signs emerge revealing the tragedy behind her sister's tragic accident. Apart form knowing that her sister had killed her, it truns out that someone had made Flora realize that Lorenza and Jonathan were her not real parents. The old man, whom Flora had always thought was good, turned out to be the mastermind behind her sister's murder plan. That someone is the Luna Fairy, she tells that Flora's life is also in danger if she stays in the same house with Lorenza and Jonathan who have evil powers. Until one day, the Luna Fairy brought Flora's spirit to travel to meet her parents who were said to live in the sky kingdom. There, Flora knew that she was a princess from the Kingdom of the Light Nation, whose name is Princess Anastasya. She met her mother, Queen Castalia who often come to her dreams. But did not meet her father because he had been imprisoned for twenty years in the Kingdom of the Fire Nation ruled by the abominable King Lagarde. King Lagarde was an enemy of Flora's parents who had exiled Flora and her sister to earth twenty years ago. He was also the one who had made Flora lost her memory and believe the Lorenza and Jonathan were her parents, even tought they were King Lagarde's accomplices who were both-devil hearted. There, Queen Castalia assigned Flora the task of freeing her father, King Valderman. Because only Flora could to that. But it's definitely not easy, because Flora must restore long-lost strength to get throught the eight realms of many obstacies.

Never Underestimate The Good Husband Victor Hayes thought losing his business was the worst thing that could happen to him. Then he lost his wife. After his once successful company collapses, Victor is forced into financial hardship, working multiple jobs just to survive. Instead of standing beside him, his wife, Tasha Vron, grows bitter and resentful, eventually leaving him when he can no longer provide the life she wants. Heartbroken, Victor finally signs the divorce papers as Chiara Hill makes him an offer that could change everything. She needs a husband to silence her overbearing parents. He needs the money to rebuild his business. Their solution? A one-year marriage. But Victor has one condition: if they’re going to pretend to be husband and wife, they have to live like one. Same home. Same bedroom. Same bed. And whatever happens between them is fair game. What begins as a cold arrangement soon becomes dangerously intimate. Their stolen kisses last too long. Their touches linger and the chemistry between them becomes impossible to dismiss or control. But just as Victor’s business begins rising again, he discovers a devastating truth. His first company’s downfall wasn’t an accident. Tasha Vron was behind it. Now Victor must confront the woman who destroyed everything he once built while trying to protect the one thing he never expected to find, a genuine love with Chiara. But their marriage has always had an expiration date. And just when they finally begin believing their love is real, a buried secret from Chiara’s past threatens to tear their carefully rebuilt lives apart. Because the hardest part was never becoming a good husband. It was finding the right woman to become one for.

Ethan Cole returns to Crestfield City after five years of silence carrying nothing but a duffel bag and a debt that isn't his to pay. His father is dead. His family home has been seized. And the men he once commanded the brothers he bled beside are being decorated as national heroes for a mission that was his in every way that mattered. Nobody in Crestfield knows that Ethan Cole doesn't exist in any public military record. The name that exists classified, redacted, spoken only in the highest corridors of military intelligence is Ghost. The supreme commander behind three of the most consequential covert operations in recent history. The soldier four governments tried to eliminate and failed. The man whose real file carries a classification level that most generals will never hold clearance to read. Ethan isn't back for revenge. Revenge is beneath him. He's back because the people who destroyed his name made one critical miscalculation they assumed his silence was surrender. It wasn't. Working from a budget motel room and a mall security job, Ethan begins dismantling the corruption quietly and precisely freezing promotions, routing evidence to a journalist, cutting financial threads that connect his betrayers to a corrupt general named Hutchins who buried the true record of Operation Blackfall to protect his own interests. When Hutchins sends six armed contractors to silence him permanently, they end up on the ground in forty five seconds, and the footage reaches military high command before morning. The reckoning that follows is swift, public, and absolute. Hutchins is detained. Delta Seven faces tribunal. And in the middle of a half empty shopping mall, the second highest ranking officer in the country walks across the floor in full dress uniform and salutes a man in a security guard's uniform.

Derek Cross spent five years in a cage like an animal for a crime he never committed — because the woman he loved begged him to take the fall. He believed it was an accident. He believed she was worth it. He was wrong on both counts. The moment he walks free, Vanessa is waiting — not to welcome him home, but to destroy him in front of a stranger's kiss. Nolan Frost, heir to the Iron Talon Gang, wraps his arm around her waist and delivers the final blow: "Baby." He grinned around the word. "So this is the idiot who went to jail for me." Nolan was driving that night. Vanessa set Derek up from the beginning, orchestrating every tear, every promise, every year stolen from him — all to bury him while she climbed toward everything she'd taken. They think they've broken him. They have no idea what actually walked out of that prison. Two old men had quietly watched Derek from the inside — a martial master who rebuilt his body into something lethal, and a gentleman who handed him the one thing no fortune could buy: the chairmanship of Olympus, the empire sitting above every throne in Crown City. Even Darius Carter — the phantom underground emperor the city fears, the man two-thirds of its syndicates kneel to — is nothing more than Derek's errand boy. Derek doesn't want blood. Not yet. He wants Vanessa and Nolan to watch, in real time, as everything they stole is returned tenfold — while they kneel in the wreckage of what they threw away. Beside him stands Monica Hayden, the woman his godfathers chose — cold, brilliant, and the only one who ever saw what Derek Cross truly was. Not a loser. A storm nobody saw coming.

# HELLSPAWN HUNTER ## Synopsis **When the gates of Hell crack open over his hometown, seventeen-year-old Kael Draven should have died with everyone else. Instead, he made a deal with a dying demon—and became something the supernatural world has never seen before.** Kael's father was a legendary Hunter who died keeping secrets. His demonic bond makes him an abomination in the eyes of his father's former allies. And Vex'thul, the ancient demon sharing his headspace, won't shut up long enough to let him figure out which side he's supposed to be on. **Vex'thul the Unbound has survived three millennia by being paranoid, ruthless, and absolutely insufferable. Now he's stuck in the body of an idealistic teenager who thinks "heroism" is a viable career path.** Together, they're humanity's most dysfunctional defense against the supernatural apocalypse. Kael wants to save everyone. Vex wants to survive everything. Neither is getting what they want. The Hunter Academy doesn't train half-demons. Vampire covens don't trust monsters with consciences. Exorcist orders shoot first and ask questions later. And somewhere in the shadows, the conspiracy that killed Kael's father is pulling strings that could unravel reality itself. **Armed with unstable demonic powers, a demon who treats life-or-death situations like a running commentary track, and a stubborn refusal to accept that some people can't be saved, Kael is about to learn that the hardest part of hunting monsters isn't the fighting—it's deciding which monsters deserve to live.** In a world where humanity's protectors might be the real villains, Kael Draven will discover that sometimes the only way to save the world is to embrace the darkness within. *Because when Hell comes calling, sometimes you need a monster to answer.*

"Who am I?" Waking up in an unfamiliar room with no past memories, an unfamiliar man greets him, claiming to be his new guardian, Ifeus Lero, who then tells him... "Your name is...Topaz Oriole." A world of Magic and Monsters, where those who wield Magic are known as Mages. Every Mage, without exception, falls under one of eleven Classes, each with their own unique forms of Magic; Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Light, Dark, Space, Physical, Support, Tamer and Sneak. As for Topaz, his amnesia isn't his only concern. His Class isn't one of the eleven established Classes, something that's completely unheard of. The Wrath Class, a mysterious Class absent in the history books. Advised to keep his abilities hidden for the time being, Topaz avoids using his Magic in front of others. However, Ifeus's secrecy soon becomes a growing point of frustration for Topaz...it's clear that Ifeus knows about his past, but refuses to tell him anything about it, along with hiding the real reason why it's imperative for Topaz to keep his Class hidden. Even as Topaz settles into his life post-amnesia, forming friendships, rivalries and romance, the dark shadow cast by the mysteries of his forgotten past continue to haunt him. With flashes of fragmented memories, and some common sense, Topaz comes to the conclusion that, whatever he went through pre-amnesia, was likely far from pleasant. And unfortunately for him, the dark, broken past he has no memory of isn't the only issue to contend with. An organization bent on world domination makes its presence known, and operating in the shadows, is a dangerous cult determined to resurrect a powerful, malicious entity who nearly destroyed the world centuries ago and was sealed away. And at the center of it all...is the Fractured Mage, Topaz Oriole.

The bullet tore through a man's throat, and Dante Cross didn't even blink. Dante is the finest cleaner the Agency has ever created—a ghost who erases bodies, witnesses, and entire operations without leaving a trace. Loyal to the system that shaped him, he believes one last mission will earn his freedom. He's wrong. The Agency never lets its weapons walk away. When a routine dead drop ends with two trusted contacts slaughtered inside a safehouse only he knew about, Dante realizes someone is erasing his trail while he's still alive. The betrayal isn't from an enemy but from someone who knows his real name, his retirement plan, and the location of the only person he still cares about. The truth is devastating: the order came from inside, and his own handler has marked him for death. As Dante digs deeper, he discovers his final assignment is far bigger than a cartel cleanup. It's the transfer of seven high-value prisoners who hold secrets capable of exposing a shadow network spanning three continents. If the prisoners disappear, the truth dies with them. If the operation fails, the organization vanishes into the shadows forever. Dante is the only man who knows both the transfer route and how the network truly operates. Then comes the final revelation. His handler hasn't just betrayed him—he has been manipulating him for years. Every mission, every kill, every "clean" operation was never about justice but about testing and perfecting a living weapon. Dante was never the Agency's cleaner. He was its experiment. Now hunted by the organization that created him, Dante must uncover the truth, protect the last person he loves, and survive long enough to destroy the system before it erases him forever. The countdown has already begun.

They should have made sure he stayed down. Seventeen-year-old Theodore Cross knows his place at the bottom. Bullied. Broke. Beaten. Working dead-end shifts to pay off his dead father's debts while his mother slowly dies from an illness he can't afford to treat. When gang enforcers corner him in an alley and beat him within an inch of his life, Theo accepts his fate. He's always been prey. This is just how his story ends. Except it doesn't. An ancient dying werewolf fleeing from hunters finds Theo bleeding out and makes a choice. With its final breath, it passes on something that hasn't been seen in five hundred years: a Royal bloodline. Theo wakes to a new reality. Enhanced strength. Supernatural senses. And a mysterious Blood Moon System that treats his life like a game with quests, levels, and abilities that grow stronger with every challenge he conquers. But this power comes with brutal rules: The Masquerade must never be broken. The Midnight Council rules with an iron fist. Born werewolves see him as an inferior mutt worthy only of death. And inside him, a beast grows stronger each day, whispering promises of violence and domination. The people who made his life hell are about to learn a hard lesson "Theodore Cross is done being prey." From underground fight clubs to pack politics, from gang warfare to supernatural hunters, Theo must navigate a hidden world where one mistake means death. He'll build his own pack from outcasts and misfits. Face enemies who've had centuries to perfect their cruelty. And somehow keep the monster inside from consuming what's left of his humanity. Because in the end, the real question isn't whether he can survive. It's what kind of monster he'll become.

Ethan Moore spent ten years being the perfect husband. He worked sixteen hour shifts so his wife Claire could carry designer bags. He paid off his mother in law's credit card debt four times. He covered his brother in law's DUI lawyers, his daughter's private school tuition, and every vacation, every spa trip, every brunch bill that his family racked up without ever once saying thank you. And when he lay dying in a hospital bed with three cracked ribs and a punctured lung, not one of them held his hand. "I called the insurance company this morning. The payout is $750,000, but with the accidental clause, it bumps to 1.2 million." His wife crossed her legs and scrolled through her phone without looking at him once. "What about the stock options from his company? Those vest on death, don't they?" His mother in law leaned against the doorframe with her arms folded. And then his daughter, the girl he carried on his shoulders at county fairs, the girl he stayed up with during thunderstorms, looked up from her phone and said the words that stopped his heart. "You know he's not even my real dad, right? I just want to know if I still get stuff. I really need a new phone." He woke up three years in the past with every memory of his deathbed burned into his brain and a system that returned every dollar he spent tenfold. The man who once apologized to a waiter for sending back cold soup now buys $400,000 suits without blinking. The man who skipped his own father's funeral because his wife said they couldn't afford the flight now carries $20 million in his back pocket. The pushover is dead. And the people who killed him don't even know he's coming.