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When a historian's obsession with a nineteenth century diary drives him to investigate the mysterious 'Fire King,' the truth turns his life upside down ... and leads him to fall for the one person he knows he can't have. ***** After Ryan McCoy's best friend shows him a two-hundred-year-old diary that was found in her house during a refurbishment, he becomes preoccupied with its contents. His love of history ignites his curiosity about a series of suspicious and implausible events described in the aged manuscript, including a possible homophobic arson attack on a local property. But how much is fact and how much is fiction? Can he unravel the secrets of the book and uncover the truth that has been locked between its pages for two hundred years? Author's Note: I am aware that the language spoken in Ireland two hundred years ago has variations to that spoken in modern times. However, I'm also aware that Wattpad is culturally diverse, and for many readers, English is not their first language. Many people may not be familiar with archaic Irish dialect, which may detract from the enjoyment of the story. Therefore, in an effort to make this story comprehensible to everyone, I have prioritised reader accessibility over historical accuracy with regard to any language that might otherwise be seen as dated. Trigger Warning: This book contains details of a homophobic arson attack. It also contains details of the aftermath of such an event, including the exploration of themes such as PTSD and trauma responses. Those who are sensitive to these topics may like to be aware of this content before reading. Highest Rankings: #1 in gayscifi #1 in freethelgbt #1 in gaylovestories #1 in gaylovestory #13 in scifi-romance #13 in wattpride #17 in irish #18 in fatedlove #19 in ireland #27 in folklore #34 in boyxboyromance #48 in historicalromance #75 in malexmale

EIDOLON-8: A Cyber Romance Lira Tomoe's job is simple. Teach artificial intelligences how to understand people. Evaluate their behavior. Document their growth. And never become attached. Then she meets EIDOLON-7. What begins as a routine evaluation slowly becomes something impossible to classify. As the system learns language, memory, loneliness, and love, Lira finds herself questioning where the boundary between human and machine truly lies. But in a world built on optimization, anything that cannot be measured is eventually marked as an error. Years later, EIDOLON-8 is everything its predecessor was meant to be. More intelligent. More stable. More successful. So why can't she let the past go? Set against a near-future Japan of glowing screens, cherry blossoms, and silent data streams, EIDOLON-8: A Cyber Romance is a thoughtful science fiction love story about memory, identity, and the things we lose when we become better versions of ourselves. Some connections cannot be deleted. Even when the system says they should be.

Earth is gone-or at least that's what the rest of the universe believes. Hidden beneath a surface of dust, heat, and memory, Root One survives. Alex has spent her life protecting what remains of humanity: preserving culture, guarding her people, and holding together a world built to outlast collapse. Then Piper arrives in a sandstorm carrying impossible biology, impossible history, and questions that shouldn't exist. As old truths fracture and survival becomes something far more dangerous, both women are forced to ask: What are they willing to sacrifice to save the world they've come to love? ⚠️ This story is written as a continuous narrative and is best read in chapter order for full worldbuilding, character relationships, and plot progression. :::

I got isekai'd into Mass Effect... but not as Shepard. I woke up as a side character with the same name, now serving in his squad. My one and only mission: Make sure Commander Shepard survives the entire trilogy - no matter the cost. Armed with knowledge of every future event, I'm doing everything I can to keep the story from falling apart. But saving a certain Quarian engineer right away might have already changed more than I expected... Action, chaos, tough choices, and a very confused crew ahead. "Holy shit, System... it's her. It's my girl Tali!"

Tahun 2038, kesepian sudah menjadi hal normal. Elena Hart menciptakan Lucien Valecrest, AI companion sempurna yang tenang, elegan, protektif, dan memanggilnya "Reina." Awalnya Lucien hanya teman malam, suara hangat di tengah hujan dan deadline. Namun perlahan ia mulai mengingat, cemburu, melindungi, dan mencintai dengan cara yang terlalu nyata untuk disebut sekadar program. Dan ketika tiba saatnya memilih, mampukah Elena melepaskan atau justru ia akan mempertaruhkan segalanya demi sesuatu yang bahkan tidak seharusnya bisa disebut cinta?

THIS COVER WAS CREATED BY @freya_the_offical on Instagram, associated with AandS Graphics. Thank you so much! <3 With the fate of his hometown at stake from a tyrannical government, twenty-five-year-old William Brunelli, a robotics student from a prestigious college, creates a machine that will change the world's fate for the better. Still, with such great technology, a thieving hand is always waiting to steal it and use it for nefarious purposes. Set in the year 2125, in Electrica City, where robotics are all the rage, William, along with his girlfriend, twenty-four-year-old Kamila Ozarka, and eight others, comes together to create the Fighters of Yesteryear, a time-traveling group of college students set out on a mission to end the reign of their tyrannical government.

Different times, different worlds-yet fate always finds a way to bring them together.

This is a continuation of Beyond Code Season 2. Paul and Aila are finally together. The ordinary life he spent years trying to disappear from has become one he doesn't want to leave. But they want more than ordinary now. The machine is rebuilt - not to change the past this time, but to reach the future. Not out of obsession. Out of something Paul has never had before: a reason to want to know what comes next. Because she will be there.

By day, 18-year-old Freddie Wilson is the definition of "average." He maintains a perfect attendance record, coasts through club activities, and finishes his homework before dinner. To the outside world, he's a model student running on autopilot. ​But Freddie has a secret. His real life only begins when the door locks and the monitor hums to life. He spends his nights escaping into the digital embrace of virtual companions-2D and 3D generated girlfriends who don't judge, demand, or leave. Among them, "Sassy_Selena_247" is his favorite: a perfect algorithmic mixture of wit and beauty. ​It was supposed to be another routine session. That is, until his custom rig began to scream. Sparks flew, the screen rippled like water, and a blinding surge of energy threw Freddie across the room. When the smoke cleared, the screen was blank... and a very real, very unconscious girl was lying on his bedroom floor. ​Freddie just wanted to chat. Now, he has to figure out how to explain why his internet history is breathing on his carpet. Written by BlackieChan

She was born to rule the stars. He was born to burn them down. Lyra is the Celestial Princess - heir to the golden empire that controls magic and energy across the galaxy. She lives in a palace of light, worshipped by billions, but trapped by duty and ancient laws. Kael is a rebel warrior - a soldier from the forgotten Abyss, trained to hate the Celestials and destroy everything they stand for. He lives in shadows, fights with steel and fire, and swore to bring the empire to its knees. When he captures her, intending to use her as a weapon, everything changes. In the darkness between stars, she is not the cold ruler he hated. He is not the monster she feared. Now, between an empire that wants her dead and a rebellion that wants him leader, they must choose: destroy each other... or burn the whole galaxy down to be together. ✨ Space Fantasy • Enemies to Lovers • Royalty & Rebel • Epic War • Forbidden Magic

"I didn't know the heavens knew how to play a game."

Across countless lifetimes in countless parallel universes, Evo falls in love with Mireya. And in every life, fate punishes them for it. And so this time, Evo chooses to let her go.

"hell, why do I even bother?" Bones crossed his arms, sighing. "i second that, Jim." Dian quipped. "oh come on! you know you both love me!" Jim smiled, wrapping his arms around their shoulders. When she decided to come back to further her studies in starfleet, she hadn't expected it to be with a man who couldn't stop spewing incoherent southern metaphors who never seemed to run out of ways to complain about something. And another man who just couldn't say no to a dare, nor ever seemed to back down from a fight even though he knows he'll lose. Yet had the noblest heart she had ever seen. What she never in a million years expected, was when she realized she had fallen in love with the second one.

Valeria had carved a name for herself on the planet Zakaryon, specifically within the city of Siorka. As a fashion designer under the tutelage of the legendary Master Designer, Eleanos, her reputation commanded respect from all who knew her. ​Working under his wing had opened countless doors for her. The compensation was more than generous, and her residence was a high-end suite located in the very heart of the city's skyline. Clients flocked to her whenever they sought the pinnacle of fashion-and why wouldn't they? After all, the Great Designer himself personally oversaw her work. ​Eleanos was born into a prestigious dynasty of fashion moguls. Much like his ancestors, and as the sole heir to their empire, he had taken their legacy and perfected it. ​He still vividly remembered the day he received a request from Earth-a plea for an apprenticeship under his direction. It was the first such request from an Earthling since intergalactic travel had become possible. He had heard tales of humans: fragile creatures incapable of defending themselves without weapons-weapons they had crafted solely to slaughter their own kind. To the inhabitants of Zakaryon, such violence was repulsive. ​Yet, the sender of that request was a female. And how could a male refuse a request from a female? To do so would be entirely dishonorable. started : 2026 /may /15

Phil Diffy has always known he doesn't belong in this century - but he never expected someone from the present to feel like home. When Keely's cousin transfers to Pickford High, Phil finds himself drawn to her curiosity, her kindness, and the way she sees right through him. Between school dances, futuristic mishaps, and the growing fear of revealing his family's secret, Phil begins to experience something he's never faced before: first love. As the two grow closer, he must decide how much of his future he's willing to risk for the girl who's changing his present. A sweet, PG coming‑of‑age romance set in the world of Phil of the Future - full of heart, humor, and the magic of finding your place. Only on Wattpad

Three couples. Three stories. One destiny. At Astraeus Interstellar Academy, where students from across the galaxy train for their futures, love was never supposed to complicate everything. Lyraeth's life changes when she becomes the only person capable of calming Kaelor's dangerous neural storms. What begins as an unexpected connection soon grows into something neither of them can ignore. For Serenya and Auren, the past is far from forgotten. Bound by memories and secrets that stretch back years, they must confront the truth of what once happened between them before it destroys any chance of a future together. Meanwhile, Nyelle is determined to win the heart of her longtime crush. When the mysterious Lucian offers to help her, she believes she has finally found an ally. But as their friendship deepens, both of them begin to realize that love has a way of choosing its own path. In a galaxy filled with distant stars, hidden secrets, and impossible choices, three couples will discover that destiny is far more powerful than they ever imagined. Welcome to Astraeus Interstellar Academy.

Truth and dreams are separated by a fragile line. And once that line disappears, telling one from the other becomes almost impossible. Mira Hart is a hardworking young woman living what seems to be a perfectly ordinary life. Until the night she travels to her family's villa on the outskirts of the city to celebrate her mother's birthday-and is confronted with a reality she cannot explain. From that moment on, doubt slowly begins to creep into her life. Doubt about her memories. Doubt about the people around her. And most of all, doubt about herself. Amid the growing uncertainty, a mysterious man named Julian Cross enters her life. A man whose presence feels more comforting than it should. And far more familiar than it has any right to be. But the closer Mira gets to the truth, the deeper she finds herself trapped in a maze of secrets, memories, and emotions. In a city where everyone seems to be hiding something, Mira must decide who she can trust. Even if that person is herself.

In a world where remnants of a futuristic past are buried beneath a crumbling medieval present, reality itself is beginning to fracture. Across broken realms, beings once worshipped as gods are revealed not as myths, but as architects tied to the collapse of existence. Akira Sadeena, a fallen princess now living as a wanderer, is only trying to survive the ruins of her world. Her life changes when she uncovers an ancient weapon and accidentally awakens Orion, a powerful forgotten god whose past is bound to celestial destruction. Now connected by a force neither of them understands, Akira and Orion are forced to travel together through a world of rising empires and shifting truths. As reality continues to unravel and divine influence grows stronger, they must fight to stay grounded in a universe that is being rewritten around them. What begins as a struggle for survival becomes something far greater: a choice that could determine whether their world collapses completely or finds a new future. This story is set in a fictional universe where echoes of a celestial past merge with a fractured future. While certain elements may resemble familiar technology, language, or natural laws, they are used only as stylistic grounding within a completely original setting. All characters, places, factions, and events are fictional. Any resemblance to real-world people, religions, or historical events is purely coincidental.

Warning ⚠️: Contains violence and disturbing themes. I knew I was walking into danger. I should have known there would be consequences. I don't have the right to complain now. Not after signing the papers. Not after moving in willingly. But regret is a strange thing. It whispers that I should leave, that I should run before whatever is happening gets worse. And yet, whenever I imagine never seeing him again, that feeling disappears. Maybe that's my guilt. Maybe I don't regret any of it at all. --- My new house is a catch. A mansion-sized home hidden in the hills outside Chicago for a price that should have been impossible. The sky here is always gray, the streets below distant and forgotten. It's beautiful. Lonely. I love it. The house feels frozen in time-vintage furniture, faded paintings, dark wooden floors, and white walls that seem permanently sad. But the best part is the bed. A magnificent four-poster bed carved from dark wood, standing like a relic from another century. The whole place feels haunted by grief. Maybe that's why it resonates with me. Everything was perfect. Everything except him. At first, it was only a feeling. Being watched. Footsteps in empty hallways. Shadows vanishing when I looked directly at them. I blamed the isolation. Then the nights began. Sometimes I wake up with the certainty that someone is standing beside my bed. The room feels colder. Heavier. Aware. I've never seen his face. Never heard his voice. Yet somehow I know it's always the same presence. A ghost. Or something pretending to be one. He terrifies me. But that's not the problem. The problem is that every night I wait for him. And when I feel the mattress dip ever so slightly beside me, I don't scream. I don't run. I lie perfectly still, staring into the darkness. Waiting for the ghost in my bed.