How Does Theocracy: Religious Government Define Religious Governance?

He was my ex’s older brother. Now he’s my professor. And I just fell into his lap — literally. After a brutal breakup, Eli just wants to survive his final year of law school in peace. What he doesn’t expect is Carter Vale — cold, powerful, and off-limits. Oh, and now standing at the front of his classroom. Carter doesn’t care about rules. Especially when Eli starts testing his control. One slip. One taste. And suddenly, his office… has new rules.

Raised as a slave. Chosen by the Moon Goddess. Mated… to the brother she never knew..... Raisa never knew she was the daughter of Alpha Theo and Luna Rina—an heir to the throne blessed by the powerful Alpha Damian. Stolen on the day of her birth and sold into slavery, she grew up with nothing but chains on her wrists and scars on her soul. Now, years later, fate places her in the Alpha's estate… and in the path of a boy who feels like home and danger all at once. He’s drawn to her. Protective of her. Possessive over her. And when the mate bond strikes—shocking them both—his world is shattered. Because she is his… but also his sister.

Even being the late King's son can't guarantee you the throne of Serenacia, as the system is different from any other kingdom you've heard. A kingdom filled with power, control, freedom and most importantly, Gods. Gods who can strike you down just with the mere snap of their fingers and also God's who would strike you down and leave you speechless, based on their physique and attractiveness. But it isn't all about that, as the throne of Serenacia is open for a new king of Gods to rule them, yet it isn't so simple as in Serenacia, if a king dies before passing the throne to his heir, then all the generations of the bloodline of God's would have to compete for the throne once again, and that hasn't been done since the last thousand years. Nevertheless, it's isn't just about the throne, as love interest and triangles are formed, after all its no fun if no one catches feelings.

One day, billions woke up on an endless highway. One vehicle each. One life each. No exits. Others got scooters, bicycles, or tractors. Jake Maddox got a beat-up motorhome. Level-one zombies have 20 strength. Humans have 5. And Cthulhu monsters lurk in the mist. This isn't a game—it's a slaughter. But Jake has a cheat: Gold Mods. He glances at his status screen and smirks. "Not enough stats? Gold mods to the rescue." [Fuel Tank] + [Infinite] = unlimited fuel. Floor it and leave everyone choking on dust. [Tires] + [Indestructible] = unbreakable, unshakable, unstoppable. No attack gets through. [Motorhome] + [Spatial Folding] = a mobile fortress that fits it all — storage, pool, villa, armory, and more. [Windows] + [One-Way Transparent] = armored steel to the outside, panoramic views from within. Total safety, zero claustrophobia. While others shiver and barter their souls for half a bottle of gas, Jake sits in his climate-controlled motorhome, eating a steaming-hot chicken pie, watching a Cthulhu boss try to break in. His calm response? "That tentacle would taste pretty good grilled." … From Lv.1 Beater Motorhome to Lv.100 Ark of the Old Ages—as long as Jake can imagine it, no mod is off the table. Gold mods. Show me your limits.

The President. The Vice President. The Senator. The Congresswoman. The Mayor. Behind every power comes with great secrets no one knows about. Five women who will show how dirty and utterly pleasurable politics can be; because no matter how you will look at it... Politics will always be a dirty game.

"Some princes are born to rule. Others are born to kneel." Crown Prince Caelum Salutregui was raised to be humanity's perfect weapon—diplomatic, deadly, and utterly devoted to destroying the vampire empire. What he wasn't raised to know? He's vampire royalty himself. When the Ashan Federation offers him as a "peace tribute" to the very monsters he's sworn to hate, Caelum expects torture, death, maybe both. He doesn't expect General Velis Drayke—a sadist in uniform who sees right through his royal mask to the defiant soul beneath. But in the Crimson Dominion, submission is statecraft and pleasure is politics.