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Transmigrated Into A Demon Academy; Demon King! Have Mercy!

One minute he is Valentine Reynolds, the most honourable man and a true hero in his world, and the next minute he is the trash of another world. ‎ ‎Cast to the bottom of the food chain where shame was his daily bread and bullying his normal life, he struggled. How did this happen? HE TRANSMIGRATED. Wait... But how did he become the weakest demon in an academy where only the strong survived? An academy where only the most atrocious things happen! (Slavery, Pimping, Killing, Sedating, Torture, Rape, Sodomy). Sodomy? SODOMY??? What exactly about his past life was so wrong to be so heartlessly cursed with such severe punishment? Valentine Reynolds was highly HOMOPHOBIC!! ... But Val's predicament was nothing compared to the actual craft of this world. Here, you will see seven princes of hell wage war against themselves. Here, you will see the true nature of their abilities. Here, you will see them wrestle with other entities, weak or strong just to get to the throne. Here, you will see them mess with their weakness and prey on the weak. Here, you will see what happens in an academy where everyone is ruthless. Here, you get to see what it means for the Ruler of Hell to fall in love. Here, you get to see what happens when the one whom Hell bows to crumble his world to protect his heart. Here, you WILL see what happens when you mess with Hell himself. What? You want to see this happen? Then swipe open the chapters already! ------- NOTE: This book is slow paced. ~~~~ Releases on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesdays and Fridays. Mass Releases on Saturdays and Sundays.
Twilight_Fog · 10.7k Views

The CEO's PA Little Secrete

I’m your average girl—well, *was*—who spends most of her days buried in CEO romance novels. Yeah, I know, *so cliche*, right? But hey, we all have our guilty pleasures. So, what about work, you ask? Well, my job made it easy to read the day away as long as I got my tasks done by the end of the day. Sounds perfect, right? Simple, right? Well, that's because I was a librarian. *Past tense.* Why? Because some arrogant, narcissistic jerk gets me fired. Why? Apparently, I didn’t notice him walking up to the counter because I was too busy getting lost in my latest book. Now, you’d think any *normal* person would just tap me on the shoulder and say, “Excuse me.” But no, this guy *decides* to get me fired. Rude? Oh, you bet. But that’s not even the worst part. Oh, no. The real problem started when I decided to get my revenge. That’s when I got tangled up with him… in more ways than one. Now, not only am I working for this narcissistic jerk, but I’m doing it undercover. Why? Because apparently, he has an issue with women working for him... especially when things get *too close* in the sheets. (Yeah, you *get* where this is going.) So, I’m pretending to be a man. Why? Because I need the job. It’s high-paying, and it’s my ticket out of my miserable, *pathetic* life. I mean, revenge is great and all, but I’ve got bills to pay. Money’s my new love, and there’s no way I’m letting some petty rivalry get in the way of it. The tricky part? Balancing my need for cash with the fear of being exposed. I’ve got two huge secrets: one, I’m the woman who shared the sheets with him. And two? I’m a woman, disguised as a man, and praying every day that my cover doesn’t blow. One wrong move, and my entire life—my job, my reputation, my *revenge*—could come crashing down. So, yeah, no pressure. But hey, what’s life without a little drama, right? Right."
lucy_mumbua · 16.9k Views

Claimed by the vampire prince

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.
Blessing_Nwodo_16 · 433.6k Views
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The Ghazal of Eternity: Rebirth of Mirza Ghalib

In the shadowed twilight of 19th-century Delhi, where the once-mighty Mughal Empire crumbled under the iron heel of British colonialism, Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib—pen name Ghalib, meaning “the conqueror”—breathed his last on February 15, 1869, at the age of 71. His life had been a tapestry woven with threads of unparalleled poetic genius, profound philosophical inquiry, personal tragedy, and unyielding wit. Orphaned at five after his father’s death in battle, married at thirteen to Umrao Begum (with whom he would lose all seven children in infancy), financially destitute despite royal titles like Dabir-ul-Mulk and Najm-ud-Daula bestowed by Emperor Bahadur Shah Zafar II, and a witness to the devastating 1857 Indian Rebellion that reduced Delhi to ruins, Ghalib’s existence was one of exquisite sorrow and intellectual rebellion. His ghazals, written in both Urdu and Persian, delved into the mysteries of love (ishq), the divine (khuda), the self (khudi), and the illusory nature of reality. Lines like “Na tha kuchh to khuda tha, kuch na hota to khuda hota / Duboya mujhko hone ne, na hota main to kya hota” (When nothing was, God was; had nothing been, God would still be / My very existence has drowned me; had I not been, what would I have been?) captured the Sufi-inspired unity of being (wahdat al-wujud), questioning ego, creation, and the divine in ways that transcended his era. Yet the cosmos, in its infinite mercy and curiosity, deemed such a soul too luminous to fade into oblivion. The Eternal Muse—a primordial entity embodying the creative force behind all poetry, song, and word across multiverses—intervened. Ghalib’s verses had not merely echoed human longing; they had subtly resonated with the fabric of reality itself, bending probabilities in ways even he never suspected. As his mortal form lay in his haveli in Ballimaran, Chandni Chowk, his soul was offered reincarnation not into another earthly life, but into a high-fantasy realm called Elyndor. In this world, magic is fundamentally linguistic, and “the Verse-Weave” governs existence.
ReadingDreamer · 10.2k Views