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I Became The Flashing

I Was Reincarnated, So I Became The Corrupting Witch In The Dungeon!

Airi was the first ever baby born with PGAD, which was worse than a curse for those who cared about her. She grew up feeling arousal constantly, but she never knew what to do with it. Then, she accidentally clicked a link on her phone, which took her to a hentai manga about a certain magical girl named Aurora. It didn't take long until Airi fell in love with the manga, and most importantly, her obsession with Aurora and corruption started. Airi never felt this aroused as when she was reading the Corruption hentai. For her whole life, she thought that everyone felt the same way she did. It was always kept from her that she was born with PGAD. For the first time in her life, Airi couldn't stand the constant feeling of arousal because of how intense it was after seeing Aurora give in to darkness. Airi started masturbating every day, then started masturbating a few times every day, and then she started masturbating constantly. Her lust slowly started ripping her life apart. She started losing control, masturbating in public places, in the school bathroom, and even in the classroom. She never felt any remorse after doing those things to herself and the ones who loved her. She didn't become like that when she grew up - She was always like that. One night, she was reading the hentai manga that started everything. There was a new chapter. She started reading. Deep inside, she knew that something big was about to come. And then, the once-magical girl, now the one corrupting magical girl, Aurora, finally appeared. She corrupted the new magical girls, and Airi couldn't help but be aroused, just like always. It was the nail in the coffin. Airi masturbated for the whole night and morning until her body gave up. She had a cardiac arrest and passed away in the middle of a masturbation session.
Yukinoqbest · 8.5K Views

Flash Marriage: In His Eyes

WARNING!!! -Explicit and Dark Romance- For years after Livana lost her sight, she lived in the gilded cage of her family’s expectations—engaged to the man chosen for her, confined to the shadows while he managed the empire her mother left behind. But blindness didn’t make her powerless. She heard everything. The whispers in the other room. The treachery in her fiancé’s voice. The betrayal woven into every conversation with her cousin, all caught by the devices she secretly planted. She had a plan to escape—one she’d crafted meticulously. Until her sister proposed something far more dangerous. Involve the Blackwells. Their family’s most hated rivals. The ones Livana had been raised to despise. And the man her sister suggested? *Damon Blackwell.* The arrogant bastard who had tormented her since childhood. The same man she’d once—*against her better judgment*—ended up in bed with after being drugged and set up. The idea was reckless. Madness. But the thought of burning her engagement to Knox to the ground, of watching her father and stepmother’s fury as she tied herself to their enemy? Delicious. What she didn’t expect was Damon’s obsession. He was ruthless. Unhinged. Exactly what she should have anticipated from the heir to the Blackwell mafia. But Livana was no damsel. If he thought he could control her, he was wrong. She had her own games to play. And this time, she wouldn’t be the one losing.
TheIllusionist · 144.3K Views

I became Death

I wake up in this blinding white space — typical Heaven aesthetic — and there’s God, sitting on a cloud like He’s been waiting for me all along. I expected harps, angels, the whole “Welcome to Paradise” deal. Instead, He looks at me and says, straight-faced: “Death retired.” I blink. “Excuse me… what?” “The Grim Reaper, the entity of death? Yep. Retired. Bought a beach house in another dimension. You’ve been chosen to replace them.” At this point, I think I’m hallucinating — bread still stuck in my throat or something. But no, it’s real. I’m now the new Death. And not the spooky skeleton with a scythe — no, I’m basically unreasonably powerful. the Death? Cloak, scythe, creepy skeleton vibe?” "Yeah, but that image's outdated. I have to walk across different worlds — real life, movies, games, comics, anime — all of it. And here’s the kicker: my power? Way too unstable. I don’t just shake someone’s hand and they drop dead — that’d be boring. It’s worse… my thoughts alone can vaporize people. Think “Oops, that guy’s annoying” — poof, he’s gone. Accidentally, imagine blowing up a planet? Say goodbye to that solar system. God leans in, still smiling like this is all normal: “Don’t worry, your mind will need training… lots of it. But you’ll get the hang of it. Also, yes… you can still have friends, relationships… maybe even fall in love.” I stare at Him like He’s insane. “With these powers? You sure?”
DanielBR · 13.8K Views

Slowly But Quickly I Became Something Untouchable

Max is a failure. He carries the weight of numerous illnesses, and academics were never his strong suit. His eyes scan the pages, but his mind fails to absorb a single word. He’s not book-smart, but he does possess common sense. He understands sarcasm better than most. He has never been the “good boy,” nor has he ever been a bully. That’s just how his life has always been—somewhere in the middle, undefined, unnoticed. He doesn’t know whether his power was given to him or if it was always a part of him. But with it, he begins to uncover secrets from beyond his world. At first, he doesn’t want to know everything—he’s hesitant. But slowly, curiosity takes over. He wants to know more. He’s not incredibly smart, but he understands one thing clearly: nothing in this world happens without a reason. Maybe he’s lazy. Maybe he just wants an easy life. Yet, deep inside, he dreams. He wants to turn his imagination into reality—just like every person does. Author’s Note: This is my first book—but not my first story. Some parts of it might feel familiar, maybe even inspired by stories you've already read. And honestly, that wouldn’t be wrong. After all, I grew up reading those very stories—I’m a fan of those novels too. Please don’t expect this to be perfect. I’m writing this mostly for myself—about 75% of it is just for fun. If you find it interesting, feel free to read along. If not, no worries. Just one request: Don’t let this story stop. Every time I post here, it’s a piece of my world.
Shubhanshu_Lakra · 10.8K Views
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