Jewella Leticia is not just the Goddess of the Moon, but the new Queen of Parsua Sartorias. *** For Leticia, being honored as the queen and goddess of the Moon have a deeper meaning than a crown, throne, or even a specter. How can she prove her worth as the new queen of a new world when she is deemed a traitor from her own? What will she risk to prove her innocence? What is she willing to sacrifice to re-write the conflicted past that the Goddesses' from Deeseyadah inflicted on her new world? And whilst from everything, what can she do for love? Thanks, Aleeiah for the cover.

Zade does not believe that first love never dies. For him, no matter how fervent love is, if you don't nurture it, you'll eventually fall out of it. Sam does not believe that time heals all wounds. For her, no matter how many times she runs away from the pain and regret, they always seem to know where to follow. They say life has odd ways of bringing people back together -- whether they want it or not. Because of circumstances that compel Zade to travel out of the city, he unexpectedly crosses paths with Sam again. He is convinced that he has no more feelings left for her, but the more time he spends near her, the more he finds himself questioning his own judgement, morale, and sense of decency. The heart, he discovered, can be quite stubborn. Even when the mind chooses to forget, all the heart wants is to remember. But how exactly can you fully turn your back on someone whose fate is intricately tangled with yours? Monteverde Series 4 Zade Andrei Monteverde © All rights reserved. Property of Patyeah (Patricia Nicole Danao). Published by Anvil Publishing, Inc. (Bliss Books)

When a philandering butler realizes his romantic feelings towards the spoiled and pompous ass Marquess Jacques Sotello, will he have the guts to admit his change of heart or will he forever keep it hidden? ****** Good-looking and highly efficient as a butler, Cloud Sebastian Beaumont thought that he had life figured out already, he thought nothing could surprise him anymore. Oh, how wrong he was. The world as he knew it was turned upside down by an irritating, pompous, spoiled ass and foul-mouthed nobleman who knew nothing but shop. Marquess Jacques Sotello was the kind of person he disliked the most, but how the heck did his hate turn into something else - something that made him say 'je t'aime'? DISCLAIMER: This is a Tagalog language story WARNING: Mature Content Inside

Adventure of Lunatics

Having enhanced senses cannot help one earn a living. A useless special ability--or at least, that's what Shia Sheridan believes. But when she is caught for a crime she did not commit, this useless ability saves her, leading her to enroll in Titan Academy, the very place she hates with a passion. *** Titan Academy is an esteemed school where students train to improve their special abilities. However, for seventeen-year-old village girl Shia Sheridan, it's nothing more than a despicable place where wealth speaks the loudest. Fate plays a joke on her when her best friend, Lucas, becomes part of a crime committed within the academy, and owning that crime in his stead leads Shia to the headmaster and principal, who then offers her a proposal she dare not refuse--in exchange for her freedom, she must become one of the special group of students joining the annual survival game called Linus Cup. Now, not only is she fighting for a spot she did not want in the very academy she hated, but also for her dear life as well. Can Shia survive till the end? STATUS: Published under Summit Media - Cloak Pop Fiction DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish COVER DESIGN BY: Rayne Mariano

(Academy Series #1) The Gonzalez heir, Kairon, was sent to Garnet Academy to ensure his safety against the suspected hierarchy war. Appointed as the Commander of the student body, he had the privileges and people feared him... except her. Except Paige from Casa Aeris.

The reform of art in all ways possible sounded absurd to Lavien Rosette. After all, how could a painting of a rebel painter spark a revolution and overthrow the government? For sure, it would not cause such an impact. But she was mistaken. Meeting a boy whose views clashed with hers put her values to the test. As a man of passion, Tres Lagdameo had always believed that each stroke of a painter's newly-proclaimed canvas should have a diction---it is the painter's life after all. When he supported the idea of expressing a revolution through painting, he realized he had joined the rebels. He wasn't bothered by it; Lavien was. That's why she despised how passionate and dedicated he was in pursuing a revolution. But what could go wrong in a man who lives for his passion? She was curious how far it could take him, especially since she had strayed from her own. Because, since time immemorial, Lavien Rosette only wanted one thing: the perfection of her pirouettes. Pursuing the art league as a prima ballerina was fulfilling, and she had no regrets. But ever since her downfall happened, her attraction turned into ashes, her love for the stage lost its spark, and her skin dreaded the fabric. And it would only take a little time before she lost her passion... before she lost herself. January 17, 2020 - July 2, 2020

As a member of the Fatui military, it is extremely important to follow the rules of your superiors. Betraying them would be similar to a death sentence. What would Scaramouche do if there were to be a traitor right in front of him? ••• This is a Scaramouche x Fem!Fatui!Reader fanfic Also this will have Electro Delusion!Scaramouche ⚠️All characters in this fanfic are 18 or older and will be seen as such⚠️ ⚠️ ATTENTION: In the chapters "The Trio of Best Friends", "The Northland Bank", and "The Ten Million Mora Bounty" there are brief mentions of Chilumi (Childe confesses to having feelings for Lumine). If that makes you uncomfortable, please don't read!⚠️ The cover fanart belongs to @Zentouu from Twitter. Thank you for the wonderful art. If you want to listen to music while reading the fanfic, you can go look for the playlists: 🎶 "getting stepped on by Scaramouche" by Kazu on Spotify 🎶 🎶 "Dirty, Little, Traitor [PLAYLIST]" by Kazu on Spotify 🎶 This fanfic's entirety was written by me! I DO NOT OWN GENSHIN IMPACT NOR ITS CHARACTERS Copyright © 2020 miHoYo

It was the absolute rule of the court that he plays on The canon, Ushijima Wakatoshi only needed to be given a high toss in order to score a point. And the rule had been absolute ever since he was in junior high. Whoever they were, whatever their position was, wherever they came from, he had beaten them more than they could retaliate, and this was an apparent fact. The absolute rule has always been followed. It should have been followed... If you weren't on the opposing side. After all, this absolute rule of an absolute point... does not apply to you. And Ushijima Wakatoshi knows this fact- he had known ever since he had first met you, had trained with you and he still knows it now. The ball rotated in a nasty rotation as it was almost disfigured when it left the slam of the athlete's hand. You whistled as you saw it at first. And here he says he was just playing casually. You swoop in on the angle it was directed to, adjusting the balls of your feet as to stabilize your body for the impact, and received it head on. And they could all see it. How the nasty spin of the ball who would leave most players helpless was instantly being killed as soon as it landed in your forearm. The athlete could only grin at the familiar view once again. But this had always been the case and Ushijima Wakatoshi knows. The callouses on your arms and hands were a testament of the feats you've accomplished as an athlete, of feats he didn't knew were possible. If he was an eagle preparing to take flight in the professional stage, your place in that sky has already been engraved. And he often finds himself wondering- How can someone so small be bigger than he is? - A/N: Warning for Size difference and eventual smut. Warning that the reader is an OP (overpowered) character. It says Ushijima x reader but its actually an OC, just written in a second pov.