Promote your book here~ edition 2026. Short scenes of your latest chapters of novel

Hazel_07 2026-04-28 18:00:14 UTC #1

Hello there! You can promote your book by posting a short scene of your book's latest chapter scene. This is 2026 edition. Now come here it's a free invitation.

My book— 'Bound to you forever'

Short scene— "Nael clasped his hands behind his back and waved one dismissively.
"Oh, don't worry, Father," he said playfully. "I wasn't bewitched by just anyone."
His eyes swept across the long line of suitors—the nobles, foreign dignitaries, ambitious heirs.
"Certainly not by these people."
A few of them stiffened at the open disdain in his gaze.
Nael continued, tone light but pointed, "I was bewitched by a handsome but reliable beauty."
Gasps.
"A beauty?" someone whispered.

Link for episode 1st — https://m.tapas.io/episode/3855472

Aeneas1 2026-04-28 20:04:19 UTC #2

My book -- Nixvir

Short scene -- [Erik walking down steps]
"An' 'e's off with the raggle-taggle gyptians, oooooh."

AlSanders 2026-04-28 20:07:34 UTC #3

Hello everyone, my name is AlSanders. I want to share with you my novel The Shadow of Spirit, an action fantasy that won’t disappoint you. Read this chapter… and trust me.

The story follows the journey of Kaito, a boy who, after losing everything, seeks his revenge.

But where are we now?

Yume, Kaito’s companion, has been arrested by the Reketai and taken to the prison of Yorigakure. Along with her, they managed to obtain one of Kaito’s two Wakizashi, weapons entrusted to him by his master and desired by the Reketai.

Kaito arrives in Yorigakure and finds himself hunted by the troops of the young Neriwa.

He manages to escape thanks to the help of a boy, but he must decide whether to cooperate with him or not.

Kaito refuses, not trusting him and not wanting to involve him.

But this is where he meets Rika, the boy’s sister.

Kaito realizes he is facing a group of criminals who, however, seem to be the only way to save Yume.

A necessary step.

Even if it’s risky.

And while they try to figure out what to do… silence falls.

The two find themselves face to face with Enma.

The strongest wielder in all of Yorigakure.

The head of the prison.

Lilyflowerv 2026-04-28 21:03:04 UTC #4

Thank you for the opportunity! Here's a scene from the latest chapter of Crime & Regret.

Thorn tilted his head, gesturing me to speak up. That cheery, eerie smile was still plastered on his face.

“I…” I gulped down my nerves. “I want to see my siblings. Take us to Crime’s hideout.”

Thorn paused for a moment. Then, he spoke, “Do you intend to keep hiding behind Blaze as you are now?”

“Huh?”

“You aren't, right?”

Thorn didn't say it out loud, but I could tell what he was implying.

‘Prove your resolve’.

I stepped in front of Blaze and slowly made my way towards Thorn’s side.

“I’m not afraid… of you or Crime.”

Of course I was. The closer I got to reaching Crime, the more anxious I was. But I stood firm, resisting the urge to look away from Thorn’s eyes no matter how badly I wanted to break contact.

“I'm glad,” Thorn’s lips curled up with a wide grin. He grasped hold of my hand and squeezed it tight, the cold touch of leather sending a shiver down my spine. “Shall we?”

The moon shined on his white eyes as he looked at me. He was smiling, but I could tell the message he was trying to send me with those eyes.

‘You can't run.’

I was sure my hand was sweaty from nerves, but since Thorn had gloves on, he didn't seem to notice.

“You four,” Thorn looked over his shoulder. “Be careful not to get left behind now.”

Rather than a warning, it was mockery with the sneer on his face.

“We won't,” Blaze took hold of my other hand. Her gentle warmth was encouraging. “So, lead the way,” she glared at Thorn.

Thorn tightened his grip on my hand and glared back, “....Alright.”

I swore I could see the flicker of flame and shadow attacking each other in this stare down.

tiff524 2026-04-28 21:35:02 UTC #5

Here's a short scene from my kpop romance, Love Over Kpop.
Excerpt from Episode 2: First Assignment

Trish walked over to the trailer, and noticed the people behind the security barrier follow her with their eyes. They must have seen the whole thing. That can't be good publicity, especially with all those phones taking pictures of everything going on.

No pressure. She just needed to get a temperamental Kpop idol out of his trailer while everyone watched. At least, no one had mentioned that she was late. She can make up for her bad start today.

She took a big breath and knocked on the door. "Hey, Mr. In-ho, my name is Trish. I'm Felicia's new production assistant. I just started working here, yesterday. May I come in and speak with you for a moment? I would like to help find a solution for you."

There was a pause. She was debating whether to knock again, when the door suddenly opened. The amount of squealing that went on behind her said volumes; getting a glimpse of the man behind the door meant a lot to the fans.
Woo In-ho stood towering over her, his frown ruining his beautiful aquiline features. His white shirt was partly open, his make-up still on from what must have been the earlier scene, black hair styled to frame his face in angles that would make any manga artist proud. She had thought he was cute in the videos on her iPad screen, but here, in the flesh, he was overpowering her senses. The smell of his cologne, scented like clary sage, was hot when on the right guy. His clothes tailored his form, accenting the workouts he must do for a chest outline like that. He was overwhelming her senses with subtle coolness. How was she going to work with a Kpop idol?

He looked Trish up and down, "Can you read some lines for me?"

Trish reminded herself that he was a client and she was not here to fangirl over him. "Sure. I'll do anything you need."

He grabbed her hand, and led her up the steps into the trailer. It looked like a small living room, complete with a brown leather couch, small table with books, his phone and earbuds were strewn across the top. A small script was opened to a page with highlighting on the lines. He sat down on the couch and picked it up, turned the page, and then handed it to her. "Read the girl's part."

"Are you going to say please?" She realized too late that maybe she shouldn't have said that.

But he only blinked once, and said "Please," then handed the script to her.

kyupol 2026-04-28 21:54:31 UTC #6

roksanakolins 2026-04-29 19:36:17 UTC #7

A princess, a silk dress, and enough dirt to bury a secret. Chapter 1 of Life by Permission:

Two men. She could see their backs — one taller, dark-haired; the other slightly shorter. They walked without hurrying. A carriage waited ahead, a coachman at his post.

She could go around them.

/"You survive as long as you're useful."/

She squared her shoulders. Wiped her palms across her face — it accomplished nothing, only smeared the dirt further. She clasped her hands behind her back so they wouldn't see the trembling. And smiled.

"Excuse me!.. Hello! Could you give me a ride to the city?"

Her voice came out steadier than she'd expected. Almost natural.

/"Elara, fear shows first. Hide it."/

Before the men stood a girl in a silk dress with gold embroidery — and completely covered in dirt from head to toe. Moonsilver hair, tangled, threaded with grass. Eyes calm — too calm for how she looked.

One of them had already opened his mouth — she could tell by the way his shoulders stiffened. Get out of here. She knew that tone. But the one with violet eyes stopped him with a single motion of his hand. And looked at her — not at the dress, not at the filth — at her.

"Of course," he said, his voice even. "That's my carriage. You're welcome to it."

sevenstarsofeightIam 2026-04-30 12:51:54 UTC #8

Today, I posted the final page of Tin Can Wizard.

The cave was a bust; all he got out of it was a small, triangular rock with a hole in the bottom. Marle cared not in the least; he set the rock above the hearth and busied himself around his room. It was the day he had longed for. It was the day Gyl was to move in and share his bed.
Marle straightened the covers on the new bed and rearranged the pillows. Feeling a bit giddy, Marle set candles on his desk and bedside table, lighting them. He opened the small trunk by the wall and cleared the room of unnecessary clothing. He looked around the room, hoping that he hadn't missed anything in his excitement. Tonight would be special.

blitz_kreed 2026-04-30 13:12:02 UTC #9

Here's a Short Scene from the Latest Episode of Aurexis:

“Hey,” I said softly, crouching a few feet from him. “You alright, kid?”

The boy jerked upright, quickly wiping his eyes.

The fear in his eyes didn’t disappear—it just hid behind anger.

He flashed the mark on his wrist and scowled.

“I’ll hurt you,” he warned. “I’ve got the curse. I’m dangerous.”

I couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped my lips. “Oh yeah? That right?”

He flinched when I reached up and slowly pulled off my left glove.

I held my palm up, letting the light hit it. The real mark shimmered, dark and jagged across my skin.

“Looks like we’re matching,” I said gently. “I guess that makes us friends, right?”

His scowl cracked.

He stared at the mark like it was something sacred.

Then his lip trembled.

“Are you gonna eat me?” he asked quietly. “Like the stories say?”

I laughed—not at him, but at how absurd it all was.

“I might,” I said with a smirk. “But how about this instead—you take me to those two bastards who hit you. I want to talk to them.”

He hesitated.

His gaze flicked from my face to my mark again.

Then he nodded, just barely.

I stood, sliding my glove back on and turning slightly.

betoisaghost 2026-04-30 17:24:34 UTC #10

Thank you for the opportunity to promote!

If you're looking for an epic fantasy with romance and adventure that stir your heart, please read my novel titled Arcana's Ark! I just uploaded the 19th chapter of my story which has one of my favorite scenes so far:

Pierrot was ashamed to think that. For her to react in such a way, what kind of “saving” did he try to do?

Almost giving her a sliver of hope when it was non-existent–that was a sin in itself.

“Just….Just leave this place. O-or maybe you can tell them I kidnapped you. I threatened you to stay quiet…, yes, that might work!”

That way, Pierrot would certainly survive.

“As long as they don’t think of you as my accomplice, I don’t mind anything. At least it means that my cursed life is useful to someone.”

Helena certainly wanted him to survive. Even if it were by portraying her as the evil here, just the thought of having someone who had accompanied her lived for another second granted her this courage. And right now, the last act of kindness Pierrot could do was to grant her wish. Even if that meant turning a blind eye.

….But….

Yes, it was her bravery.

But….

Yes, it was for her sake.

But!

He knew he had to say it. He must.

He needed something to wake him up, and that was when he realized that he still had his arm. One arm was all he needed.

Slap!

Helena was taken aback by what she saw.

Hope to see you soon in my story!

ori-taggart 2026-04-30 20:07:01 UTC #11

Clark pushes Jano a little and, by pure reflex, looks down.

Jano is wearing bizarre footwear, made with colorful wool to resemble square patterns.

It’s the damn clown shoes.

“Jano give me back my shoes before I strangle your esophagus.”

“You can’t strangle an esophagus, mister Clark. The neck maybe, but I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to do that”, replied Jano with a wink.

“Are you nuts!? Stop flirting with me and give me the clown shoes! I gotta go now!”

brettbuckley 2026-05-01 00:04:29 UTC #12

Fern chose the left-hand path, which quickly became rough stairs leading steeply down.
‘We’re going into halfe, hold tight. No matter what you see, ignore it and keep quiet. They won’t see us. All right?’
‘Yes.’ Doncia bit into her bottom lip, and went alongside Fern, deeper and deeper into the unknown.
The steps led always down, zigzagging back and forth between short flat landings. Air blasted up, stale and moist. The descent stopped at a cavern larger than the safety lamps could reveal. The centre was a lake, still and black. Drips from the high ceiling plinked and echoed like an orchestra plucking strings, and sent growing concentric ripples overlapping. Each drip came from the tip of a dazzling crystalline stalactite.
‘Wow,’ Doncia said in an exhaled breath.
‘It’s beautiful,’ Fern said, ‘but we can’t dawdle. Stay away from that water—it isn’t empty.’
The roof met the floor gradually. Stalactites and stalagmites reached to each other and then joined into columns. Fern kept them far from the dark water, and weaved between the crystal structures. Uncountable millions of facets reflected the lamplight.
Doncia dared a look out over the lake. A white shark swam upside down through the air, chasing a school of white catfish who also swam upside down above the water. The shark got close to them and they scattered.
‘That doesn’t look right,’ she said.
‘Things don’t look right in halfe, mostly,’ Fern said, ‘but it’s more the way you are looking at them which is wrong.’

brettbuckley 2026-05-01 00:19:06 UTC #13

This one she was sure about now.
"Three: to stop the war between Zakra and Kythia."
Bal exhaled a theatrically deep breath.
"Is that too big a wish?"
"When it comes to wishes, of course, no wish is too big. But elephants can't be eaten in one mouthful. If I was an all-powerful wish granter I could stop Lord Sun in the sky, I could boil the ocean and cook all the fishes, I could do all manner of things that change the world forever.'
"But you said, if I find your urn, you would regain the power to grant wishes."
"Indeed. But we are going to have to chunk this one up a little. Do you even know why there is a war?"
"Um...."