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Salvage - Vol. 1: Nuts and Bolts (Steampunk/ Gaslamp Romantasy - F/M, M/M)
A Steampunk/ Gaslamp Fantasy Romance set in the industrial revolution era of a fictional world.
Magic, mad science, multicultural ambience, and political intrigue all tightly laced up into one corset and powered by the steam of two romances - one F/M and one M/M.
Intended for mature audiences, 18+.
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All creations carry a trace of the maker's ethereal energy, whether deliberately placed in the magical Artifacts made by the Alchemists, or unwittingly left in the handiwork of ordinary people.
Kazia can feel that energy, in both machines and people. She may not be able to do any of the grand magic other Alchemists can, but give her a damaged machine and she can trace its energy to the problem, and know precisely how to repair it. She does have one other ability. One far more dangerous. One she will never acknowledge, and will never use.
Fleeing her villainous father rather than becoming his pawn, Kazia finds a peaceful life on a farm in a neighboring country, where no one knows that she is the daughter of Prince Gorvan Devratha. But with war looming between her birth country of Valesk and her new home in Caedra, how long can that peaceful life last?
She can be safe in the Caedran capital, among the Queen's Alchemists, but will anyone there trust her – especially the handsome but embittered Lord Kelvaran Meratha, who suspects Kazia's father of murdering his family?
Abrizhen is Kazia's older brother. He does his best to play the role of the Prince's good son and heir, but when tasked with retrieving his wayward sister, he must return to the city he'd called home for many of his youthful years. There he'll have to reckon with his past, and finally choose between the life of a dutiful prince, or the welfare of his sister – and the rekindling of an old flame.
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Content/ Mature warnings are on for:
Gore: Nothing terribly extreme. Some bleeding wounds and broken bits, but all limbs remain attached and all innards remain inward.
Sexual Content: It's not all smut all the time, but there is some. I aim for not vague but also not overly lewd. Smut chapters are labeled NSFW. Chapters with very brief smut or just some torrid making out or somesuch are labeled NSFW-ish. All on-screen depictions are consensual, but there are a few passing references to noncon having happened off-screen (not to any MCs).
Strong Language: One character really loves to swear, and could probably construct an entire monologue with just various inflections of the F word. So, yeah, that's on too.
Other CWs: Dark themes (abuse, trauma, ptsd, depression, unhealthy coping mechanisms). Mostly in discussions of past events, but there are a few scenes that may be troubling to some readers.
Being A Mage Is Boring, So I Created A Class For Myself
'This fucking world…sigh…If only I could be isekai'd like those novels.'
A pipe dream. It was impossible in the real world, I knew that. A fiction was just a fiction after all.
But then a new virtual reality game named Chaos brought me hopes. I could finally escape this hell. However, my new life faced another huge obstacle.
'Damn lady luck never smiles upon me...'
Then a time skip happens and finally, my interesting life begins. 😁
Author's Note:
Beware: This story has a slow start. And I like to show character relationships and interactions among them more.
I'm a non-native, and this is my first English novel, therefore my writing pace is still slow and the use of words isn't that good yet.
Also, I might be editing a bit here and there from time to time, which shouldn't affect the story.
I'll be publishing every Sunday and Thursday for now.
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Elektronia (A futuristic romance)
Once upon a time in a wild place called Elektronia, two twins named Sylvaris and Lyraesia were born. But when they hit the milestone of turning eighteen, Sylvaris had this crazy idea of pursuing her dream to create mind-blowing robots like no one had ever seen before. So she packed her bags and left her family and poor Lyraesia behind to hold down the fort and run the kingdom. Fast forward six long years, and Sylvaris had finally completed her massive Project. She couldn't wait to return home and show off her incredible achievement to everyone. But guess what? The place she came back to was a total disaster zone, nothing like the shiny grassland she remembered. Instead of sunny beauty, there was blood all over the once-vibrant grass. And the sun? It had lost its bright and warm glory, replaced by a creepy-ass pitch-black sky that gave the area a seriously eerie vibe. Thankfully, Lyraesia was still the same, but everyone else? They were either sick, half-dead or mysteriously missing. How Lyraesia managed to survive through all the craziness in Elektronia, she couldn't even explain. So there goes Sylvaris, teleporting herself back home with excitement, only to find out that they were trapped. No way out until they unraveled the mystery behind the chaos and put an end to it. They were stuck, forced to confront whatever was keeping them prisoners and bringing destruction to their lands. But Sylvaris wasn't one to shy away from a challenge. She knew they had to bring an end to this madness somehow. It wasn't what she had planned, but she was ready to fight tooth and nail to save their home and restore some peace. The fate of Elektronia rested on her shoulders, and she was ready to tackle that challenge head-on.
Nonconforming
I never wanted to be the Luna or the Alpha’s boyfriend.
I never even wanted to be an omega...
Not that I’ve ever had the courage to say otherwise.
When I turn sixteen in one week, everyone fully expects me to mate with my long-term boyfriend, David, and start a family as soon as possible. But what if David isn’t my soulmate? Or... what if... I don’t want him to be, but he is anyways? Don’t I get a choice in any of this? Apparently not, since the one person I would choose is strictly off-limits and not a werewolf at all!
But just before my sixteenth birthday, my world is flipped upside down. My crush won’t talk to me, my parents insist I learn how to be a proper omega, and a turf war with the local witches’ coven is brewing. But, even if the Moon Goddess and Mother Earth are against me, I’m determined to do whatever it takes to find my own path to happiness.
**Updates: Every Monday**
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Twenty-eight-year-old Wren has been sheltered his whole life. He was homeschooled, and only allowed to socialize with similarly repressed omegas who at the very least, had watched porn by their age. Wren, not so much. Once he finished school and went on into adulthood, you’d think that Wren would have gone crazy trying to experience all the things he’d been denied as a teenager, right? Far from it. Though Wren had moved to a new city for his job and gained new friends who had certainly dabbled in hedonism, Wren had little inclination to join them.
Wren was content with celibacy. He was content with working nine to five, eating lunch with his coworkers, and then going home at the end of the day to binge watch tv shows and try out the new recipes he found online. His life was a boat on still waters, slowly drifting to an expected destination. Steady. Unchanging.
There’s a storm, though, hanging on the fringes of Wren’s life by the name of Vincent. He’s a complete nuisance, with his ridiculous V-neck shirts that show way too much skin, his captivatingly evil grin, and his scent like a minty forest breeze. Wren doesn’t like him at all, and he’s really annoyed that Vincent is apparently the only taxi driver available in the whole city after seven p.m.
And if the fact that the scent of Vincent’s oncoming rut triggered Wren’s heat meant anything significant, like their compatibility, Wren was going to happily ignore it. And if, right before Wren’s next heat, he stole Vincent’s scarf from the backseat of the taxi, then Wren was going to blame it all on the omega heat-brain instincts.
Except, unbeknownst to Wren, there was apparently a ‘stealing an alpha’s clothes to sex’ pipeline that he wasn’t aware of.
Before long, Wren is sucked up into the whirlpool known as Vincent, desperately trying to claw his way out before he drowns. But as it turns out, the whirlpool is just as desperate to drag him down as Wren is to escape.