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I Was Born as a Dragon Prince… But Can’t my life be little peaceful? Hatched as the son of the strongest Dragon Empress, life should be all about power, glory, and world domination—should be. But honestly? That sounds exhausting. All this prince wants is a life of cuddles, snacks, and afternoon naps in his mother’s lap. Too bad his doting mother, a yandere maid, and his overprotective older sister have other plans—plans that usually involve him getting smothered, spoiled, or dragged into chaos. And let’s not even mention his aunt, who seems a little too happy to have him around. But can he truly live the slow life when he’s the center of everyone’s obsession? With dragons, elves, and who-knows-what-else vying for his attention, peace might be harder to find than treasure in a dragon’s hoard. ——————————————— [Warning: This novel contains degeneracy, fluff, and enough family bonding to make you question your morals.] A heartwarming, chaotic, and slightly unhinged slice-of-life story where the strongest creatures in the world fight over who gets to spoil the prince the most. Wholesome? Yes. Unhinged? Absolutely. Will he survive their love… or just give in and enjoy it? Hop in. Your degenerate heart will thank you! --------- Harem- A lot Romance- In built Netori- Not at any cost School-life- For sure Revenge- Not a lot Smut- No but, Sex scene- yes

Here I ask these questions of you. What if you were a modern man just happily living your life, and then all of a sudden you were not? Now instead you have died and been reborn into a medieval world full of big powerful men, as a small girl without anything to your name? How would you survive? How would you cope with being just a little girl? What sort of heights could you honestly hope to reach without seemingly having any overpowered cheats or systems or super powers to help you, just some advanced knowledge from your past and maybe something else? Well come and find out how a man named Bruce, a former undercover police officer tries to deal with this exact situation and his/her constantly developing body, developing meaning getting her first menstrual cycle at some point, which will lead to bleeding monthly from her private spot and other fun stuff and later she/he will begin slowly gaining more and more womanly curves and such things, you know woman stuff. Plus it happens in a Fantasy medieval world, on a large mostly unexplored island named Albion which is basically just England but not really much at all. ___________ Warning: The MC is not going to deal with all the challenges before him/her so well, and is most definitely not a genius or anything crazy at the start. So be prepared for some misunderstandings and a sort of Roller Coaster of comedy and drama as MC tries to find her/his place within this new world, create home of his/her own, maybe become wealthy, maybe change something in the world, maybe lead some people to glory or even try and change the entire world or even the Galaxy at large. Note: This is me trying to rewrite my other work with the same name. Basically after some thinking and forming this world of mine into a form that makes sense, I am goin to do this again, similar, but better.

~Updates Daily~ (usually near 8PM ET / 1AM GMT) Other Tags: #GL #Slice of Life #Comedy #TheStrongActingWeak #ChildhoodSweethearts (It counts!) Single love interest Yuri! No lengthy misunderstandings over this fact~ --- After failing to ascend to the heights of Divinity despite all her preparations, an ancient cultivator finds herself not embracing the emptiness of the void - but the interior warmth of a womb. Her memories intact despite her spirit being a merest fraction of her height - and her trusted Astralism unchanged - she carefully starts over from an infant. How to navigate her family: [really easy with only two parents and an estate full of servants!] How to portray herself: [everyone likes 'sweet' kids and trusts (underestimates) 'weak' girls!] How 'quickly' to reveal the power she gathers: [this region is a 'backwater', let's just take it slow~] How her marriage was arranged before birth: [my parents adore me so at an appropriate time I'll just have it cance- oh?] Dealing with an 'amusing' deceit: ['he' looks worried still, but 'he' doesn't have to worry from me!] Confronting the 'boy' in private: [whatever their iffy plan is, I just obtained a husband-wife~] Even in a new life, | Elua er Goltbred | can't and doesn't *want* to change who she really is. A scheming cultivator. A possessive lover. Neither of those things had been a real hindrance to the Peak of Demi-God. Balancing the two in this life - without driving away the young 'boy' she decided would be hers - centers as much around helping | Qatrand er Yecine | find herself... as it is hoping to ease the fiance into how messed up the 'younger' girl honestly is. It's a good thing that the reborn cultivator can improvise with her ridiculous control of an Illusion Astralism - because plans fail and unexpected things happen when you're not *really* a genius. Like her Physique in this life allowing the lightest 'grip' to crack stone... | Qat | (the nickname picked almost instantly!) despite being a little stunted by her family environment early on, finds her future wife to be 'cute' on their first meeting. ... she really shouldn't have let on. It made her | El | kind of vain. Oh, and muscles. | Elua | : I just like looking at them, okay!? Is it so weird? People can have hobbies... - - - > Types of Cultivation // Spiritual (Soul), Physical (Body), Essence (Qi) > Aspect Trinity // Astralism, Physique, Element 'Ranks' Initial - Early, Mid, Late Lower Realms // Enchanter, Primalist, Breacher Upper Realms // Defier, Demi-god, Divinity - Echelons (First -> Seventh[Peak]) - - - Cover Art: AI Text Prompt Generation + title (etc.) added with an image editor. I also tend to do other 'fixes' in post! Potential trigger warnings: > A FL that may seem (to some) like they are being groomed due to 'true age' difference. > A MC that gets a little 'thirsty' a little 'young' but tries to 'keep her own pants on' until the proper age. > A toxic family environment willing to force an unloved child into the role of a crossdresser. A child that grew more than okay with it. > 'Pretty Good Dad' intentionally 'picked on' by his 'sweet daughter' for being a relatively 'minor obstacle'. Seriously, you were warned, average fathers with teenagers. Do not engage your trauma.

After the alarms, sirens and nuclear warnings, Kai wakes up in an empty white room. With no idea what to do, he just waits for anything to happen...hoping something will happen. Only when the voice of...something... breaks him out of the monotonous life of the white room, he realises the problems he will have to face just to survive. Note - First few chapters are slow, monotonous and downright terrible, I mean, just going back and looking at chapter three has me cringing. My writing gets better as the story goes on, but it still has a few info dumps. The first few chapter are the shortest by far, like chapter 30 is the same length as 1, 2 and part of ch 3 combined. Honestly, you can just skim the first five and then maybe read it a little more in depth. Thanks, and please, go easy on the first chapters, I already hate them. Schedule is new chapter every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday.

They Weren't Just Hot Aliens; They Were Beast Men Too~~~ ———————————— ————————— She was just an overworked, underpaid author who fell asleep mid-chapter, only to wake up as a maid in her own novel. The bad news? She was stuck in the castle of three insanely attractive alien lords—brothers whose powers could crush her without a second thought. The worse news? In a world where females were considered average at best, she’d somehow made herself the most stunning woman alive. Now, every jealous (and shockingly hideous) female wants her dead, while the lords won’t stop eyeing her like she’s their next meal. Her “insider author knowledge” should’ve been her golden ticket, but the plot? It wasn’t behaving. She’d written them as hot aliens who could transform into beasts—snakes, lions, and cheetahs, to be exact. But something about seeing it up close felt…different. The predatory gleam in their eyes, the way their movements blurred the line between man and beast—it was intense, overwhelming, and nothing like she’d imagined while typing away at her desk. Was this how her characters had always been, or was the world she’d created starting to twist itself into something new? Was this supposed to happen? Did the world start glitching? Or had her subconscious added “hot alien shapeshifters” without consulting her? She didn’t know anymore, and honestly, she was too hungry, sweaty, and irritated to care. One brother craves her touch like she’s his personal drug. Another seems dead set on breaking her spirit. And the third? He’s got a dark secret that feels like a ticking time bomb, ready to ruin everything. Thalina thought the lords would be the only males she’d have to mate with, but now? She’s not so sure anymore. Trapped between the fiery envy of the castle’s women, the deadly allure of three alien lords, and a plotline spiraling out of her control, Thalina’s only goal is survival. Can she escape her own twisted creation, or is she doomed to live—and possibly die—as the protagonist of a story she never intended to star in?

So, uh… I think my family heirloom might be haunted? I just turned 18, and my dad finally gave me this old locket that's been passed down in my family. It just has some weird engraving about making people leave after a year (which, yeah, tracks, ‘cause our maids never stay long). I thought it was just some dumb tradition. Then this morning, I was messing with it in my bed to take a morning nap, and suddenly, it disappeared. Next thing I know, some woman’s voice comes out of nowhere, and she’s holding it like she just plucked it off my neck. I freaked out, told her to leave, and she just laughed and disappeared. This noon, I thought it was just a weird dream… until I accidentally slapped my new mentor in the face. Like, my hand moved on its own. And guess what? That same voice was laughing her ass off right next to me. So… yeah. What do I do? Is this a ghost? A curse? Do I just ignore it and hope it goes away? Because honestly, I just wanna eat sugarcane and not deal with this. TL;DR: Got a creepy family locket, heard a mystery woman’s voice, it vanished, she gave it back like a freakin’ magic trick, and now she might be controlling my body. Help?

I watch him, his green eyes brimming with concern as he gently massages my scarred leg. The sensation is both soothing and a stark reminder of my own inadequacy. The once-feared Crimson General, a symbol of power and invincibility, is now nothing but a frail shadow of his former self. I’ve been abandoned, left to decay in this forsaken place, my family and comrades long forgotten. Darkness had become my only solace, and I had resigned myself to it. Then he arrived, a beacon of light in my endless night. His presence, his care—it’s more than I ever deserved. Yet, I find myself clinging to him with an intensity that borders on madness. I hate that I need him so desperately, that his every action and word have become my lifeline. It consumes me, a torment I can't escape. "You don't have to do this. Please, don’t do this. I’m nothing. You deserve better. Leave. Please," I beg, my voice trembling with raw anguish, the very words tearing me apart. He continues his work, seemingly unaffected by my pleas. "Why are you here? Look at me! I’m nothing." Desperation and anger swell within me, mixing into a maelstrom of anxiety. I can’t comprehend the emotions coursing through me. "You're my alpha, where else would I be?" he responds softly, his gaze unwavering, as if my pleas were mere background noise. My heart races, torn between overwhelming relief and paralyzing dread. In that moment, I realize the truth: you would have to tear him from my cold, lifeless arms. I’m never letting go. - General Thorne, betrayed and broken, finds new life and love with Omega Noelle, who nurses him back to health. Their deepening bond reveals Thorne’s softer side, offering a chance at happiness. Unfortunately, Thorne’s past soon catches up with them, threatening their newfound peace. **** STOP!!!! HERE IS 9 REASONS YOU SHOULD GIVE THIS A SHOT 1. Omegaverse 2. The Alpha is a greenflag. 3. Fluff, and cheesey cliche romance. 4. Faceslapping and revenge. 5. Smut, with no dubcon or noncon. 6. OP husband. 7. Really cliche plot honestly. Those historical manhwas but make it gay. 8. The omega/bot is not a pushover. 9. I'm asking you give it a shot please.

Chueng Hao gets Isekai-ed sadly he is probably going to die immediately. The title says he will be an ArchMage, but he honestly might just die with how screwed he is.

Our mc dies and gets reborn into his novel. Wants to live a better life, gets stronger maybe he'll fall in love. This is my first work and honestly I write for my own enjoyment more than anything else, so if you wanna read this go for it

"I asked you a question Lia and you know I hate repeating myself," Jason’s lips began trailing down, leaving hot and open mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck. "Why did you kiss him?" "I don't know....” I averted his gaze. “It just happened," "It just happened?" He repeated, his deep velvet voice sending a tingling sensation through my body as he moved my chin so I could face him. "So this just happened?" He whispered into my ear, grazing his fingers over my cheek. My chest heaved. "Get away from me," "Actions speak louder than words sweetheart, you're supposed to push me," he gently bit my ear and I could feel his hot breath on my face. "You have a fiancée," "And she won't be here until 4pm. We've got exactly one hour to get this over with," he pulled away, staring at me with our faces less than an inch apart. Was I going to make this mistake again? What am I going to tell Ryan? If he finds out about the first time I can honestly tell him that I had no idea Jason was his best friend but what about the second time? Dahlia Thompson's life takes a different turn after she returns from a two week trip to see her parents and walks in on her boyfriend, cheating on her with highschool best friend. Angered and devastated, she decides to go back home but changes her mind and chooses to party hard with a stranger. She gets herself drunk and ends up surrendering her body to this stranger Jason Smith who turns out to be her soon to be boss and her brother's best friend.

“I was chosen for a mission I never asked for, and honestly, I don’t even know if I’m the right one for it. But the King believes in me—he thinks I can do the impossible. Me, a poor girl from the village. I never thought a life like mine would lead to anything grand, let alone to the royal palace. But here I am. The King has tasked me with a mission: to change Prince Lilian. Prince Lilian—the heir to the throne, the one who is everything a prince should never be. He’s rude. He’s arrogant. He doesn’t care for anyone or anything except his own desires. His manners are a disgrace to the kingdom, and his pride is as towering as the castle itself. The King believes I can change him, shape him into the man he needs to becometo rule this kingdom. But, how? How can someone like me—an orphan with nothing but my honesty and humility—make him listen? I’m not like the people here in the palace. They’re all about power, beauty, and status. They see me as nothing more than a tool to fix the Prince, and I’m not sure I can succeed. I’ve spent my life surviving, not leading. How can I change someone who has been given everything and yet still chooses to be selfish and stubborn? But I have no choice. I must try. For the sake of this kingdom, for the Prince, and for myself. I have a mission. I must complete it. No matter the doubts, no matter how impossible it seems. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll discover that there’s more to me than even I knew. Will I fail? Or will I finally see if I’m more than just a girl with nothing?”

My name is Ren Volkom, and I’m… a vampire! Or at least that’s what I thought until the night that completely upended my life. The truth? It’s even more shocking. A unique crystal, embedded in my heart since birth, grants me incredible power and extraordinary strength—but at a steep cost. I’m not the only one born with this crystal. Others share this trait, and the secret services call us ‘Crystalbringers’—they’re certainly not brimming with creativity, are they? But life as a Crystalbringer is no fairy tale. Ruthless criminal organizations and global military forces are desperate to claim our power—and they’ll stop at nothing to get it. Overnight, I’m plunged into a world of brutal survival and, honestly, some wildly steamy situations—maybe too many? There’s also room for deeper, more introspective moments and the usual struggles of being a teenager—like getting rejected by your crush, which, let’s face it, stings more than a near-death experience.

You wanna hear about me? Really? Well, I'll do my best. My name is Osidious Vanir, and I was just your average, factory working, video game playing bum. Honestly, I wasn't going anywhere in my life. However, one day, our new quality inspector, Elizabeth, asked me to meet her and other people "like us" at an undisclosed meet up location. I would have never imagined that, that single choice would have changed my life forever. Can I keep living the life I had, or will I have to abandon it all and figure out exactly who, or what, I am? To my surprise, and with no complaints to me, I won't be alone, as I have drawn the attention and adoration of two wonderful women. Just a side note, if you don't like an overpowered main character, sappy love, or highly detailed sexual activity, I don't think my story is for you. Everyone else, I hope you enjoy the wild escapades of my "Ordinary" life, which are quickly becoming anything but that. Author Note: I write for fun, and as such, when I'm not feeling it, sometimes there will be some discrepancy in my uploads. If anyone by some miracle actually enjoys my weird ass story, I appreciate it and I apologize for any indescrepincies. I only upload when the creative juices are flowing.

Fair warning that each chapter is 4k words long The machinations of the Gods above are beyond mortal comprehension, but during their machinations, a young boy was born Flux Struck with plans beyond human capacity placed onto his shoulders. During the time when the sun and moon changed hands over the skies above, the child faced the void and had his heart beat in line with the birth and death of a new star. Now grown up, the once young child of turbulent times born flux struck now a one armed man who knows the streets fixed his mechanical arm onto his shoulder. And with his newfound growth, the man was placed with newfound burdens. But honestly speaking? Ester Echo welcomed the challenge

Tobe Kusakabe, a short but endlessly cheerful college student, and his close friend Miri Takanashi, an often expressionless goth girl, were just two ordinary students headed to their college, expecting another routine day. They boarded the same public bus they'd taken countless times before, settling in for the ride. But everything changed when the bus entered a tunnel they knew well—and emerged in a world they didn’t recognize. Suddenly, they found themselves transported to a strange, unfamiliar realm, along with a few other students from their college who were also on the bus. No explanations, no warnings—just a plunge into the unknown. Now, Tobe and Miri, joined by their two friends, Jun and Yuka, must navigate this mysterious new world. What begins as confusion and chaos slowly transforms into a journey of fun and discovery, as they learn to survive and adapt, confronting challenges and uncovering hidden powers within themselves. The mundane college life they once knew fades away, replaced by a dangerous adventure that will test their limits, forge new bonds, and reveal the heroes they never knew they would become. Their story is just beginning, and in this strange new reality, honestly, anything could be possible.

"Can you shift?" His voice was notably softer. I was grateful for it. As best as I could, I shook my head. The lingering dizziness rang through my head again. With another step forward, I let out my millionth whimper of the day. Goddess, I was like a boring yet concerning recording. From my personal experience, anytime someone with more power than you steps towards you, you should run. You should run far, far away as fast as you can. Chances were, they're going to hurt you. They're going to beat the shit out of you and that's honestly the best you should hope for. He stopped his movements, seeming to give me the time I so desperately need. He sighs. I'm probably annoying him. There was less than five feet between us now. He took another cautious step. I bit my cheek as best I could. "It's okay, little one." He took the final step towards me before crouching down. Even crouched down, I still felt so tiny in his presence; especially while I was in my wolf form. He reached his hand out towards me agonizingly slowly. I begged my fears to go away, putting my head down. Maybe if I can't see him, I won't be too scared. I could feel his hand hovering over me, a static-like feeling I'd never felt before letting me know. Finally, his hand touched my back. The static exploded into tingles. I jumped a little at first, the unknown worrying me. But. . . It feels so good. I'd never experienced this before but I never want it to stop. I relax under his touch. He picked up my small form and held me close, the tingles expanding. There was pain as he picked me up but the tingles were distracting me a good amount. "What's happened to you, little one?"

Morik has always been a bit bored. He lived quite the mundane life with average grades, average friends, average experiences... Honestly, his life has been one big ball of averageness. Until he gets hit by a Truck that is. (Damn you Truck-kun!!) He then wakes up possessing a child's body, inside the world of a game he's played before...the only problem is he never bothered to finish it. Now he has to traverse the world, looking for a way back home...or maybe not, after all, he quite enjoys the feeling of adrenaline pumping through his body as he cleaves his way across a battlefield, crushing all those who face him...

(honestly just some random scenes from a story I’m writing) plot: in a world where everyone is born with powers called talents, and if not born with them have them awakened through technology, there are those who use those powers for deeds seen as “heroic” such as Maxciel, the words number one hero, the best as what he does. or those who choose the opposite, such as Xenith, the worlds most wanted villain. in a twist of bitter ironic fate, a newly awakened user with the ability to manipulate emotions accidentally makes the worlds number one hero fall in love with the worlds most wanted villain… it might get pretty gory so you’ve been warned

in a world similar to feudal japan a fisher man is on an adventure with a female samurai to free the river from the greedy bandit king and put an end to his corrupt city it is a silly hobby to pass time and is only being done because I couldn't stop thinking of it I honestly enjoyed this a bit more than I though I would so some tips would be nice if you have any

A lone figure stood amid the wreckage of where once reigned a pantheon, his broad back radiating an unfathomable aura of power as his golden irises swept over the debris that once housed some of the most powerful existences in this universe. "oh.. you survived that ?" Loki asked with a hint of surprise as his eyes fell on the bloodied blue-haired God barely clinging to life a few meters away Poseidon couldn't even muster the strength to respond as his eyes stared at Loki in pure terror. His mind couldn't help but think, 'What did my brother do to offend such an existence?!' Suddenly, Poseidon felt a cold chill run down his spine as a gust of wind flew passed him, before he could muster the strength to turn and face what could possibly make him feel more dreadful than the green-haired demon before him, the demon uttered three words that made his blood run cold "Fenrir.. eat him." ========= This story is strictly fictional. It revolves around a down-and-out Loki who rises to the pinnacle of existence. It will have some similarities to what is already known in the myths; however, due to my lack of knowledge on the matter, most of the story is entirely original, with only a few elements added as I learn more through my research along the way. As I said, it's strictly fictional. ========= NOTE: I am not a professional writer and have zero experience. This is honestly just to gain experience as well as a hobby but constructive criticism is always welcomed. I will try to upload 2-4 chapters a week with each chapter having at least 1200 words

Here I ask these questions of you. What if you were a modern man just happily living your life, and then all of a sudden you were not? Now instead you have died and been reborn into a medieval world full of big powerful men, as a small girl without anything to your name? How would you survive? How would you cope with being just a little girl? What sort of heights could you honestly hope to reach without seemingly having any overpowered cheats or systems or super powers to help you, just some advanced knowledge from your past and maybe something else? Well come and find out how a man named Bruce, a former undercover police officer tries to deal with this exact situation and his/her constantly developing body, developing meaning getting her first menstrual cycle at some point, which will lead to bleeding monthly from her private spot and other fun stuff and later she/he will begin slowly gaining more and more womanly curves and such things, you know woman stuff. Plus it happens in a Fantasy medieval world, on a large mostly unexplored island named Albion which is basically just England but not really much at all. ___________ Warning: The MC is not going to deal with all the challenges before him/her so well, and is most definitely not a genius or anything crazy at the start. So be prepared for some misunderstandings and a sort of Roller Coaster of comedy and drama as MC tries to find her/his place within this new world, create home of his/her own, maybe become wealthy, maybe change something in the world, maybe lead some people to glory or even try and change the entire world or even the Galaxy at large.

A phantasm of a metaphor made real, an allegory based upon principles of the dynamics of ontology itself. It leaves behind a barely-real whisper to mark its path. There’s about a million different creation mythos that we can go into, so I'll keep this one simple. Once before a time, there was a long unending quiet. I will not get into the specifics—just know that this quiet was inevitable. It prefigured all and it is what all will come back to in due time. And please, always remember: this is an allegory. *Ahem* anyway: eventually, a whisper, a euphony came into existence. Whether the whisper was the long quiet itself or something else that came out of it is irrelevant currently. Either way, that whisper moved across that unending quiet and ‘pointed’ to a section. It said: "This section will be an infinite world that will extend into an infinite number of dimensions. This will be the physical world" “These infinite dimensions will harbor any and all; this is where the 'simple' will live." Then, it looked to the ‘right’ of the physical world and said: "This will be an ascended plane of existence, mirroring the physical world; this will be a world build upon conscience, objective truths/axioms, and beings beyond simple comprehension" This world resembles a tower. A tower with a beyond infinite amount of floors, each floor sharing its own axioms, and each subsequent floor unequivocally surpassing the previous. These floors will be like fluid, not set in stone. It is known that the whisper said SOMETHING to this beyond infinite tower, but the specifics is not recorded here. Finally, the whisper created a network of strings. These strings exist in ‘the weave’, they connect all living minds and concepts together. T=1 Then the whisper went quiet. For the quiet is all there can and will be. (What to expect?) I can be nothing other than what I am. (Updates:) Honestly, it’s hard to say. I’m pretty busy right now since I’m in my senior year of high school. I’m also a perfectionist, so each chapter I write goes through extensive rewrites and edits (some more than others). All I can say is that a new chapter will come out every few weeks or so. Don’t expect this story to be 1,500 chapters, though. I’m not looking to write it over the course of 9 years at the pace I work.

DON’T READ THIS BOOK! I ALREADY WARNED YOU. LIKE I SAID, THIS BOOK IS TRASH, AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WRITE! My grammar’s terrible, my sentences are a mess, and honestly, I don’t even know why you’re still reading this synopsis. If you continue, you’ll probably regret it. Your eyes might burn from the sheer awfulness of this story. You might question why you ever thought picking this up was a good idea. So, take my advice: put this book down and walk away. Or, don’t… if you’re into strange, chaotic, and wildly unpredictable adventures written by someone who absolutely doesn’t know what they’re doing. Either way, don’t say I didn’t warn you! P.S. You’ve already read this far, so maybe you’re as curious as I was clueless when I started writing this…

(A/N fuck it another book I gave up on) This is a diary of a ancient person --------------- 1 month passed or at least what felt like one after the great wipe I call it, because I'm the only person left. I spent my days drowning in alcohol. Oh yeah why am I writing this? I should probably give my name and stuff if anybody finds this. My name is Heaven, funny name huh? Because there is no Heaven. I am 21 years old, this the story of my life I guess. I was from a wealthy family, when I say wealthy, I mean wealthy. Could get anything I wanted. No I couldn't, I couldn't a single person to be here haha. I don't know what to say honestly about this. HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT???? Help/---------

This is gonna be an uncanny-valley/doppelganger novel set in modern times. A man falls asleep and wakes up to the apocalypse. It'll probably be more horror survival in the initial stages and later on some more action mixed in. I only plan to have 2 members in this harem. There will eventually be powers in the world and civilization will be restarted in a way. Honestly, considering my knowledge of myself I'll probably stop before getting to that point. I'll realize I haven't posted a chapter in a while and stress out about it only to think no one probably cares or that it's been so long that I feel my work won't match up to previous chapters and stop. Or maybe it's just a massive amount of procrastination. Cover art isn't mine and was made by Koma440

Life is like an egg... I don't know why I said that. This world isn't at all what I thought it would be. I was ready for the butterfly effect, but not to this extent. Sure, I turned a few bad guys into good ones, but the system's idea of "fixing" the narrative? Completely idiotic. And that's why I hate the fucking system. When I find the bastard who transmigrated me, I'll kick his ass—then maybe thank him for bringing me here. Anyway, you're probably wondering why I'm yapping. Well, it's because I got reincarnated as the female lead. One minute, I'm living my normal life, heading home after work. The next, I’m the princess of an empire. Naturally, I did what any reincarnator would do—I got involved in the narrative. Oh, but then I realized, no one else really does that. Most reincarnators are born as side characters, only aiming to help the protagonist from the shadows. They claim they won’t interfere or change the story, acting all sneaky and pulling strings from behind. But let's be honest—they're stupid. I’m not like them. Since I was born as the female lead, I molded the narrative to my will. And here I am. I admit, things got a little messed up, but I wasn’t the only one who knew the future. Who knew that shitty system regressed people too? Anyway, my interference caused the system to malfunction. It broke down, unable to maintain balance, and now, thanks to me, this world is system-free. That caused a few problems since the system kept certain things in check, but who cares? The story goes on. Maybe I went a bit too far, like when I made that one-time villain a professor. But he's a good guy now, just a little broken... and maybe possessed... or maybe he did massacre a village in the original novel. But, but that didn’t happen this time because I’m here. This time, he saved a lot of people, including me, and now he’s living a happy life. All because of me. So yes, I am a great person. Honestly, this story is more about him than just me. Oh, and there’s another guy too. Yeah, he’s a joy. The side character that everyone scorned is now a protagonist alongside me and the villain-turned-professor. So, we're all rejects and outcasts. Stick around to find out what kind of crazy shit the three of us pulled off. We’re the self-made protagonists of what was supposed to be a typical tragic romance novel. Oh shit... what happened to the original protagonist and his group? I totally forgot about them. --- "Welcome to my novel! As a new writer, I'm excited to share my story with you. Please bear with me if my English isn't perfect - I'm doing my best to improve. The story is also going to be pretty slow at the start(almost till 45, but from then we go into a normal pace), but stick around if that's your taste. Update Schedule: New chapters will be posted every day except a Monday or a Wednesday. Occasionally, I might surprise you with an extra chapter on certain days. Get in Touch: If you'd like to contact me, feel free to DM me on Instagram @kaixuanblackwood. I'd love to hear from you! Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy my novel!"

Annabeth, 23, known far and wide as The Mistress of Despair, has a well-earned reputation for ruthlessness, ambition, and a flair for theatrics. But even she isn't prepared when a strange, infuriatingly powerful boy suddenly appears in her home and—without so much as a dramatic monologue—utterly crushes her. Death is supposed to be the end, but not for Annabeth. Instead, she’s yanked back to her first breath, forced to relive her cursed life from the very beginning. Her mother? Mysteriously dead during childbirth. Her father? Poisoned by a scheming wife before Annabeth even loses her baby teeth. The only constants in her life are her overpowered, possibly psychopathic uncle and the haunting certainty of her own downfall. Rather than reflect, repent, or pursue a quiet life, Annabeth decides on a simpler solution: become even more terrifying. After all, absolute power should be enough to defeat anyone, even the mysterious man who keeps showing up to kill her. Right? Right? Every plan, every spell, every life leads to the same humiliating conclusion: defeat, rebirth, repeat. It’s enough to give even The Mistress of Despair an existential crisis. When a runaway slave crosses her path, offering her a glimpse of happiness and hope, Annabeth begins to wonder if redemption—or even escape—is possible. But her past isn't done with her, and every rebirth tightens the chains that bind her to an unending cycle of torment. Can Annabeth break free, or is she doomed to be the architect of her own misery forever? ************************************************************************************* "If you’re going to make an entrance, make it unforgettable." "And if you can’t manage unforgettable, at least go for dramatic." ************************************************************************************* Given her past, Annabeth calling someone else a witch—or worse, a b*tch—was laughably hypocritical. But honestly, what's a little hypocrisy from someone who once killed children just to avoid the inconvenience of them growing up and seeking revenge for their dead parents? ************************************************************************************* "I’m a skinny guy—I can’t handle the big chunks you’re talking about. Why don’t you take them since, you know, you’re already halfway to turning into a boulder?" the skinny man smirked. "Watch it, Ollie! I was just trying to be generous since you look like a strong breeze might finish you off!" Lord Brodie shot back, his face reddening under his double chin. ************************************************************************************* "Look, I’m not saying it’s okay to fall apart. But it happens. It happens to everyone. What matters in the end is what you do with the pieces. No matter how many times you shatter, I’ll pick up every single shard." "Even if it tears me apart to see you hurting, I’ll still put you back together. And even if I have to hold you together with my own two hands, I’ll make sure you stand whole again." ************************************************************************************* Don't forget to add the book to your collections so that you may see updated chapters when I upload them. P.S.: Feedback, comments, reviews and gifts are welcome. P.P.S: Power stones are welcome too. P.P.P.S? (Really?): Especially power stones. :P P.P.P.P.S (I swear it's the last one): If you're a beginner writer too, comment the title of your book so that I can provide a review and some feedback. Maybe even a shiny new Power Stone...

In this dark stereotypical world full of hypocrites, there is a 90-95% chance you've already encountered a psychopath when you go out of a crowd in the streets. 60-70% chance you've talked to a psychopath, and 30-40% chance you know a psychopath. Of course, these are just my beliefs... I would like to think of it like this, since... Everyone is a psychopath in their own different ways Even me. Some may think it's disturbing, some may feel it's exciting and interesting, and some would remain neutral and nonchalant about it, thinking it's just some nonsense belief of mine. Honestly, they're right... The neutral ones, I mean. It's just a nonsense belief of mine... But I don't care. It helps me with my job. I'd be able to think rationally. What will a psychopath do? If I was in his position and I'm a psychopath, what would I do? Where would I hide? What would I feel? Using these questions, it allows me to think in their position. It allows me to adapt. Allows me to be me. A psychopath. ———————————————————— THIS IS BL—yaoi(sex involved of course) I know this sounds like some thriller novel, prolly cus it really is and I was planning to make it one, until I realized I can't make some serious shit novel without it being sexual, and romantic… And also this is just a draft, a practice one. This was supposed to be the alternative version of MAMH becuz my sister hates “reborn bullshit” but it instead became a whole new novel. This was a draft long time ago, and because I'm coming out my rut of being a lazy bich with author's block, I will use webnovel once again to practice writing. THIS TIME THOUGH, I WILL NOT DROP IT!!(not like I dropped the others, I just paused and took a hiatus cuz of author's block or becuz I became too conscious) ALSO this is supposed to be cringe cuz I was originally gonna post it on Wattpad, but then I remember I wouldn't be able to go full on bang bang explicit detail on my "scenes" if I were to upload there. I'm using Google doc and myself for any grammatical errors, I tend to get confuse with the pronouns sometimes btw and past and future shit tenses... Anyway, I'm just not really "fluent" fluent at it

"HELLO, lady." The man behind the wheel greeted her as he wound down the window.  "Hop in."  Without hesitation, she opened the door of the passenger's seat and got in. Inside his car was warm. The seats were leather and quite comfortable. She didn't think Maguire's nephew could own such a car. Then, she glanced at the man. He was dressed formally in a gray suit and honestly, he didn't look like the nephew figure. But what did she know? Mr Maguire could have a nephew who was even as old as him. This man was also quite handsome. Didn't look like Mr Maguire one bit. "Did Mr Maguire send you?" She asked and he rested his hands on the wheel.  "Pretty, is that the secret code you girls use these days?" The charming man asked with a smirk. "I almost thought I wouldn't find you or anyone in this weather but I guess it's just my luck." He eyed Charlotte with an interest as he adjusted his necktie. The lady asking if he was some unknown man's cousin as a secret code sounded ridiculous but he wasn't going to be picky. He searched the area and ended up here. This was the only girl he found on the streets so he would make do with this. "Well, if you've been searching for me then I can assume you're indeed his cousin." Charlotte replied. "I can't think of another reason why a sane man would come out on such a stormy and late night."  Then, she got a whiff of alcohol coming from him. "Wait, did you drink? Is this safe?"She asked but sighed and shook her head. "You know what, never mind. As long as I get home, I won't complain. The worst that could happen is you spinning off the road and leading us both to our deaths, and lucky for you, I'm not afraid of dying in a stranger'ss car, so shall we?" This man stared at Charlotte with an amused grin and said, "You've got one glib tongue. I like it." He said and she gave out a fake laugh. "Haha, that's nice." Her laugh fell and she looked at him seriously. "Please, drive." "Alright, you're the boss." He turned on the engine. "I'm Wesley, by the way. What's yours? If you tell me, I could give you a tip." "Good sense of humor, haha! It's funny." Charlotte said, but she wasn't laughing. She crossed her arms over her breasts, feeling uncomfortable. She entered the rain just to get in his car and so her body was a little wet. Her white shirt had practically become a see-through attire, and her bra was on display.  "You have one appealing look, Miss. Are you sure you're not going to tell me your name? I'm in a good mood so I'll definitely give you a huge tip." Charlotte closed her eyes. Was he such a joker? Did he want her to play along by all means?  Well, she'd just say anything just to get him to shut up.  "You can't afford it." She said.  "Oh yeah? That's such a brave thing to say to someone driving such a car. Is your name more expensive than this?" 'What does this have to do with his car? I just want him to keep quiet already.' Charlotte thought, feeling irritated. "I don't want to waste my breath calling the amount cause you won't be able to pay for it." "My oh my, if your name is so expensive, I wonder how much your service costs. It must be quite a lot, seeing you were the only one standing under the rain, patiently waiting." 'What is he saying now? It's like some old pickup line you'd see in a magazine. Is he really trying to hit on me?' She stared at him. He looked like a casanova, grinning to himself as he drove through the dark. Fine. She would just call an amount she was sure he would never release and then he would shut up.  "You wanna know so badly? Fine. It's ten thousand. Now, stop asking."  As soon as she said that, the car came to a sudden halt which startled her.  "What? Are you crazy?" She asked. "Was it too much of a shock that you had to stop the car?"  "I can't exactly write while driving, can I?" He said and picked out what looked like a checkbook from inside his coat pocket.  He took a pen as well and filled it.  "What are you doing?" 

Meet Jayden, your average middle schooler—if by "average" you mean someone who hears voices in his head, has uncontrolled psychic abilities, and is constantly on the run from people he can't see. Life was going fine, you know, just the typical teen drama—until Jayden learned he wasn’t as normal as he thought. One minute, he's having class learning long division, trying to make it through the school day, and the next, he’s got invisible men hunting him down for reasons he doesn’t understand. Sure, that’s a Tuesday for some, but for Jayden, it’s just the beginning of a very weird, and very dangerous, journey. Apparently, these men aren’t fans of Jayden's newfound powers. And in the midst of all this, Anna—his so-called friend—has some questionable motives of her own, leading to a betrayal that throws Jayden into a storm of chaos he didn’t ask for. Enter the mysterious man—let’s call him the guy with a plan. This man swoops in like some kind of mysterious mentor figure who sees potential in Jayden (don’t worry, he’s not here to make him a superhero—far from it). No, this guy sees a lot of raw, untapped psychic chaos and decides to take Jayden under his wing. It’s all very sinister and very confusing, but Jayden doesn’t have time to process it because he's suddenly plucked out of his life, thrown onto a private jet, and given an offer: join the fight, or become a pawn in a game he doesn't understand. And just when Jayden thinks he’s reached rock bottom, he’s introduced to Nadya—one part pilot, one part “I’ll break you if you don’t get your act together” drill sergeant. She’s assigned to “train” Jayden, but don’t get too excited—she’s not exactly on the whole “let’s make him a hero” bandwagon. No, she’s got her own issues, and they’re all written in sharp, Russian-accented sarcasm. The good news? She’s tough. The bad news? Jayden’s about to get thrown into a warzone. Because what’s the best way to “train” someone with uncontrollable psychic powers? Send them into an international conflict, obviously. So, what’s a guy like Jayden supposed to do when he’s got powers, a bunch of shady people telling him what to do, and absolutely no clue who to trust? He can either lean into the darkness and become a villain, or... well, become a hero. Maybe. It’s not looking great for him, though. But here’s the kicker—he didn’t ask for this. In fact, Jayden would much rather go back to his old life of trying to avoid attention, and definitely not end up in some high-stakes international conspiracy. But since life doesn’t care about your plans, Jayden’s about to dive into something far bigger than himself. And it’s going to be explosive—literally. Will Jayden succumb to the chaos? Will he learn how to control his powers? Or will he burn it all down and go down in a blaze of psychic glory? You'll have to stick around to find out. Spoiler: There’s a lot of unpredictable in his future. And honestly? That’s just how he likes it.