|| 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 || After a flagrant display of cosmic irreverence, 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀 is left adrift. With no place to call home or plan for the future. Only a useless degree, unmedicated anxiety disorder, and a penchant for burnout. So when a lifelong friend offers her a chance to start fresh in the sleepless city, Ellie does what any hopeless soul with nothing left to lose would do; she takes it and doesn't look back. Life in NYC is more complicated than a small town girl could have imagined. And it would seem the universe still has a few tricks up its sleeve. Ellie finds herself torn between two worlds. Between her forbidden feelings for two enigmatic men. Between her wanton desires and her lifelong ambitions to finally make something of her sad, little life. The scales must be weighed. Between lust or power. Between desire or reason. And she must also ask if those are really the only options. What if she wants more? What if she wants it all? And what is she willing to do to get it? Ellie must confront not only her past, but the deepest parts of herself. Neither the city nor these two annoyingly handsome men are going to make it easy. And only two things are certain; the universe has a sense of humor and... 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨.

The corporate-run city of Mecropolis pulses like a circuit board in the dark, with neon veins pumping power, secrets, and corruption under the ruthless watch of Anodyne Networks. Here, rebellion isn't just resistance. It's survival. Here, four souls entangle in the city's electric undercurrent, each fractured by the machine but wired to fight it: Nameless, ghosting through digital shadows, chases echoes from a past Anodyne buried but never forgot. Mister Whisper wears lies like armor, a woman masked in masculine ambiguity, trading secrets that could rewrite fate with a word. 404, the genius with circuitry in his bones and compassion in his code, sparks hope amidst the crushing gears of corporate oppression. And Reaper, part human, part machine, all fury, and living proof that sometimes you must become the monster to defeat one. In Neon Black, lines blur between flesh and steel, identity and illusion, freedom and obedience. The city is watching.

I'm in a nightmare. Hello, this is me trying for the first time to write something and sorry in advance because english is not my first language so I'll be making mistakes. So about this, so this is gonna be transmigration Reverse Harem dark romance with some paranormal activity. I hope everyone at least does not hate it because there gonna be something that does not make sense and is not logical, well it's fiction and mostly things in things never make sense and also something that's gonna be triggered like child kidnapping, drug abuse and assault..