When even their own existences are at risk, Aaron and Hope must defy both the living and the dead in order to survive a destiny designed to destroy them. Every living person carries blessings from their loved ones in Heaven, everyone but Hope. She is at the lowest point of her life when she meets Aaron, a ticking time bomb of a field agent from the Balcony of Heaven. The BOH is no ordinary organization. It harvests the love and remembrance of the living, turns that soul energy into blessings, and sends them back to the world of the living. Its employees aren't human. Neither is Aaron. Even here, he is seen as unstable - a soul that could have been, and might still become, a vengeful spirit. And Hope has no idea. Meeting Aaron may mark the end of her misfortune... or her life itself.

Slow-burn sci-fi, psychological tension, survival, corporate horror, character-focused. Best Ranks: #1 in Forensics #3 in Science Fiction-Space & Serious #4 in Coworkers #5 in Galaxy & Corporate #10 in Romantasy 90% Scifi - 10% Romance ⋆ ✦ ⋆ Forensic Biologist Dr. Lark Whitmore is part of a survey team sent to planet M51-VCS‑6‑N1 one month ahead of a group of new residents. At first, the mission seems simple: study the land, catalog resources, identify profit regions, and ensure a smooth landing for those who will follow. But as the team explores breathtaking landscapes and discovers alien wonders, cracks begin to show. The planet is unpredictable, the corporation is profit-driven, and this dream "paradise" is far more hostile than anyone imagined. Stuck together under an impossible deadline, the researchers clash, compromise, and realize that trust-and perhaps something more-may be the only thing keeping them sane. A story of exploration, corporate greed, and moral compromise, where the frontier is beautiful, dangerous, and unforgettable. ⋆ ✦ ⋆ Themes and TWs: ememies to lovers (disagreeing corporate coworkers to lovers?), corporate greed and politics, death, gore, horror/thriller elements, allergies/anaphylaxis, suffocation, electrocution, gunshot, combat/military, forensics ⋆ ✦ ⋆ Spotify Soundtrack of the story here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/14bq79tdthiO1gfQaiXNHi?si=820afb9cfd1d42f6 The cover of this book is a section of one of the Hubble Space Telescope's photos of the Whirlpool Galaxy M51

It's the 1980s in the dying American town of Marygold, where the abandoned Starline Arcade hums. Beneath its flickering lights, a boy with a Midas touch can turn anything he lays his hands on into gleaming gold - beautiful, untouchable, and utterly lifeless. Across town, a girl carries a darker gift: everything she touches withers into rot, crumbling to ruin at her fingertips. Starline Arcade watches as two cursed hands orbit each other and, inevitably, collide.

After a life of suffering, you die and awaken in the world of My Hero Academia, your favorite anime. But something's wrong. The characters you thought you knew are acting strangely erratic. Unpredictable. Is this a dream come true, or a new nightmare?

In a world where five cities are shaped by fire, water, shadow, ash, and thought, five young outcasts awaken impossible powers and an even more impossible destiny. Drawn together by a force they cannot name, they form The Incredulous, a roaming, enchanted circus that moves between worlds. But each city hides a villain born from its deepest fear, and each hero carries a wound that could destroy them from within. To survive, they must learn to trust one another, master the magic of their sentient caravan, and perform the greatest act of all becoming a family before their enemies tear them apart.

They say belief is suicide. They're not wrong. Where I come from, faith gets you a bullet in the head, a knock at the door that never ends well, or a name etched on a list you'll never live to see. Still, I believe. So does Basil, my only constant in a world stripped of everything soft. We've been hunted for years, slept under stone, eaten from dirt, prayed in secret, and watched good people vanish for whispering the wrong words. We've made it all these years with nothing but our prayers and each other. But then came the rumor about a sanctuary where the believers can live fearless. A lie, probably. A trap, almost definitely. Basil wanted to chase it anyway, because we owed it to ourselves, he said, and to the others who share our struggle. I went with him only because I couldn't bear to watch him go alone. I should've stopped him... But now it's too late. ❝Islam began as something strange, and it will return to being strange as it began, so give glad tidings to the strangers(Ghuraba).❞ ‹بَدَأَ الإِسْلاَمُ غَرِيبًا وَسَيَعُودُ كَمَا بَدَأَ غَرِيبًا فَطُوبَى لِلْغُرَبَاءِ› (Includes books one and two, in The Ghuraba Duology.)

Isabella an intelligent, kind and introverted woman at the age of 25 finds herself abducted by aliens and then left on another primitive planet. There she meets Aerthysia Tribe. In her quest to fit in with the tribe and create a new life for herself by using all the modern knowledge she has and also knowledge from her studies to make life easier for herself on the planet, but also somehow manages to influence the tribe?. In the midst of all the conflict and change Isabella manages to intrigue one cold alien man's heart. The tribe leader, the Korvaxar, Vex. .... you can find quicker updates on Lutionary.

Struggling to sell a single painting and drowning in student debt, Marisol Reyes, a fiercely independent but lonely artist in modern-day Chicago, is just about ready to give up on her dreams. When a mysterious storm crashes through her studio, she's pulled-brushes and all-into a world of primal beauty, where men can transform at will to different animals, cities are carved from stone and bone, and technology is nothing more than a fantasy. In this untamed realm centered around women and powered by instinct, Marisol finds herself at the center of the beastmen tribes. With no phone, no way home, and no clue how to survive in a matriarchal society where women must take multiple male consorts to stay protected, Marisol must quickly adapt-or risk becoming prey. Thrust into the spotlight, she must navigate between aggressive females, obsessive men, and unexpected desire. Armed with nothing but her creativity, courage, and the heart she wears on her sleeve, Marisol begins to uncover her place in this wild world. Maybe she doesn't need to return home after all... maybe she was meant to paint a new life here.

Prince Caydeyrn Di Vel Delphine. Commander of the royal battalion. A legend dressed in iron and silk. He's noble, honorable, devastatingly handsome-every inch the kind of man a kingdom worships, and a woman trusts with her life. Josephine Caldwell. A healer from the quiet provinces. Sweet as spring rain. Gentle as moonlight. Her magic draws pain into her own body so others can breathe again. She gives everything-her strength, her sleep, her peace-and asks for nothing in return. To Prince Caydeyrn, she was a miracle. She never wanted a crown. Never wanted love. But Caydeyrn offers both like they're hers by right. It's meant to be a pure love story. Wholesome. Romantic. It's supposed to make me swoon. But I don't. Because I don't want the prince. I want the other one. Duke Evander De LaCroix. The king's nephew. Vanished at eight. Returned a man-silent, changed. Not only broken. Twisted. Cold. Predatory. Wrong. The story details there is something unclean in the way he looks at people. Like he's already imagining what their screams might sound like. And when he sees Josephine? He fixates. He hunts her. Watches her like she's prey-like he's already decided to break her. She hides behind Caydeyrn's protection, clutching her innocence like armor. And every time Evander steps onto the page, I can't breathe. Not because I'm scared - but because I wish he looked at me like that. The book says he's wrong. That he's twisted. Dangerous. That Josephine's fear is justified. That Caydeyrn is the right choice. But I don't want safety. I want to be ruined by the villain. It's not their slow-burn romance anymore. It's my obsession. And the worst part? I know he would hate me. He wouldn't love me. He'd see the dark little thing I am and realize that I am not the innocent maiden he obsesses over. I'm lucky if he would ruin me for the fun of it. And God help me, I'd let him. Gladly.