Sectet Bedroom

Lorenzo Atlas is a man who built an empire with iron fists and ice in his veins. At the top of L&A Group of Companies, he’s a ruthless American tycoon feared in boardrooms and worshipped in bedrooms — until dawn comes and another nameless lover disappears from his sheets. For Lorenzo, love is weakness, trust is poison, and softness is a luxury his brutal past never allowed. Then comes Vanic Rov — twenty-one, bright-eyed, fresh out of college with dreams bigger than his fragile paycheck. As Lorenzo’s newly hired secretary, Vanic steps into a world of glass walls and sharp tongues, where one mistake can shatter everything. He’s innocent. Unpolished. Easy prey for a king like Lorenzo. But the more Lorenzo tries to break him — with cruel words, icy indifference, and humiliations that cut to the bone — the more Vanic refuses to shatter. Between the cold hallways and scorching stolen moments, sparks ignite where they shouldn’t: in hushed offices, in reckless confessions, in the secrets Lorenzo swore he’d bury forever. When jealousy, scandal, and the ghost of an ex-lover threaten to ruin what fragile trust they’ve built, Vanic must decide if loving a man like Lorenzo is worth his innocence — and Lorenzo must face the only truth he’s ever feared: that love might be the only empire worth surrendering for. From ruthless office games to moonlit honeymoons in Paris, from raw heartbreak to a family built in unexpected ways — Beneath the Atlas Empire is an erotic, emotional romance about cold kings, soft crowns, and the love that makes them human again.

Under the merciless suppression of his brother-in-law, son-in-law Liu Zhizhong faced an uncertain career. When he returned home drunk and entered the bedroom, he was shocked to discover that the person lying on the bed was not his wife, but...

Bei Ran lay on the operating table, Gu Qingchen was her surgeon. His eyes, deep as the Aegean Sea, gazed at her: "Honey, it's been four years since we got married, and you're still afraid of me?" Honey? Last night he already threw a divorce agreement at her, what right does he have to call her that? In City A, Gu Qingchen is a long-lasting legend. He is a leading figure in the medical field and a major shareholder in a Fortune 500 company, capable of great influence in the business world. He only needed an obedient wife. Bei Ran was so 'obedient' that he never had to worry. The four-year marriage was just a matter of agreement, but who is the one lingering endlessly after the divorce? She accidentally fell into water at a wedding she was hosting, he said: "Beg me, you know I'm always responsive to your demands!" "Gu Qingchen, we're divorced!" Bei Ran couldn't stand it anymore! He laughed coldly: "Bei Ran, we've been married for four years, you have a five-year-old daughter, do you really want to die here?" Bei Ran was shocked, he knew? Would he fight her for her daughter? Gu Qingchen could never have imagined that the chubby little bun in front of him was actually his biological daughter! "Bei Ran, you hid it from me for five years, always flawlessly obedient before me, tell me, how should I punish you?" Gu Qingchen raised a bloodthirsty smile. Could she possibly not tell him there is also a son who looks just like him! Theater Version: The teacher informed Bei Ran that her son had used a scalpel in school to investigate the cause of death of poisoned small animals. Her daughter was causing a stir in school with her stock trading. In her anger, she said, "No one to take you to school today, take the bus yourselves." The daughter sought help from Gu Qingchen but got no response, so she said: "Yesterday, a pretty aunt stayed in Dad's office for an hour, and her skirt was super short." The twins truly had a shared understanding; the son said: "The station manager hugged Mom yesterday, even kissed her cheek, and said he would never let go!" Bei Ran and Gu Qingchen spoke in unison: "Trying to sow discord, you're still too naive, go to school yourselves!" The siblings shouldered their backpacks and went to take the bus, while the couple returned to the bedroom, closing the door behind them. She leapt onto him, her fiery temper on full display: "You actually stayed with that woman for an entire hour?" He was overbearingly domineering: "Damn it, which part of you did he kiss, I will seal his mouth with a scalpel!"

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

I fell asleep playing a twisted otome game… and woke up as its most hated villainess. Now I’m Davina Emerson — the imperial princess feared by all, executed in every ending, and cursed to die no matter which route I take. Worse? A cold-hearted system appeared, telling me this isn’t a dream. If I want to survive and return home, I must complete every mission it throws at me. Or die trying. And my first mission? Raise the favorability of the male leads — the very men Davina once enslaved, humiliated, or betrayed. A prince once chained in her bedroom — who now smiles while planning her execution. A knight stripped of honor, who treats me like a battlefield. A saint defiled by sin, who once prayed for my soul… and now craves my touch. An ex-fiancé turned rebel, who fights for justice — even if it means my head on a spike. A “loyal pet” bought from the black market — who might be a predator in disguise. They’re all obsessed. They’re all twisted. And they all want me dead… or worse. This world isn’t a game anymore. Every kiss hides a blade. Every favor hides a trap. To survive a twisted reverse harem, I’ll have to outplay the story itself.

[Status: Ongoing] ***I update when I can and have time*** ~~~~~ "I can't help but love you, even though I try not to." ~~~~~ “Every time you speak all I hear is the shrieking of a dying cat!” “Well, every time you speak I want to strangle myself!” They both shared a small silence after their statements. “Screw you, Lewis!” Clair humphed and turned her heels, changing her direction to her bedroom. “Lewis? Did you just call me Lewis?” James’s eyes turned wide as he marched after her. “Yes, and?”
 “Well screw you too Ainara.” Clair gasped. “You dirty little-“
 “You started this first!” Oh, she begged to differ. “You man child!” “Are you seriously speaking right now? You’re acting like a child yourself!” “Whatever I’m out of this stuffy palace!” “If you’re going to run away at least don’t announce it. Look how that turned out for you last time.” He mocked. “Well, third times the charm! L-E-W-I-S” She raised her hand picking up her pace as he still followed behind her persistently. He suddenly stopped and said, “Fine. You can try to run away I don’t care.” Clair halted her steps and turned around. “Really?” She asked. He could imagine literal hearts in her eyes right now. Not responding he turned around and walked to the opposite direction where his room was, only to realize they had the same bedroom! He then turned around and entered their room, slamming the door shut. Clair scoffed and ran down the hall to make her grand escape. ….. A few minutes later, If the guards who were trying to help up their unconscious fellow guards, didn’t witness their King pick up their Queen and drop her on his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, they would have thought he was carrying their Queen’s corpse. With her head hanging low Clair groaned. “You said I could escape.”
 “No, I said you could try.” ******* Cold-blooded.Cruel.Demoness.Killer. That’s what they labeled her as, not that they were wrong. She was feared amongst all killers, many said the devil himself was afraid of her. But others insisted she was the devil herself! This was the way she survived, the way she trained herself for the most important day of her life. The day she could take revenge on the man who had stolen all her family members from her. Saved by her adopted father in the attempt to give up on her own life, she received a new identity and chance. Just when she thought she was able to put her past away, someone shows up with the intention of marrying his son off to her. Since when did she get men as offerings? Sure she was a goddess, but guys chill out! "It was love at first sight!" Her adopted father insisted. The way they both tried to strangle each other as soon as they met, was love at first sight? What are we? What have we become? -------- (TW's: mentions of sexual assault, r@pe, and suicide.) Instagram: Author_lizmorgan Discord: lizmorgan#9231 Discord Link: https://discord.gg/pA7JTjngJv

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.

[space + superpower+ farming + family + babies + slow pace + face slapping+world building] Elena has returned from a dark future where society has collapsed. Now, as the apocalypse approaches once more, she must confront the dangers alongside her husband, Ethan, and his courageous family. Together, they fight against natural disasters, mutant beasts, and an alien invasion that threatens to eradicate humanity. Join Elena and Ethan as they navigate a world full of uncertainty. ******** Excerpt: Triplets little show (2 years old) Ethan was strolling through the living room when he spotted his son climbing on the table. Ethan: “Leo, come down!” Baby 1, in the kitchen, turned around and sprinted to the sofa. Baby 1: “Daddy, eo!” [pointing at himself earnestly] Ethan: “Oops, my mistake! Leo’s here; Finn, get down now!” Baby 3 burst from the bedroom, rushing to the sofa. Baby 3: “Daddy!” [looking puzzled] Ethan: “Finn?” Baby 3: “Daddy, Finn!” [leaping into Ethan’s arms] Ethan felt his face heat up. Just then, Max darted down the table, throwing himself into Elena’s embrace. Baby 2: [giggling as Elena smothered her with kisses] “Mommy!” Elena shot Ethan a knowing look, her eyes saying, “You mixed them up again.” Ethan: [with a playful glint in his eye] “Can you blame me? They’re all adorable little lookalikes!” They both chuckle, watching the chaos unfold.

Laps of Betrayal In the high-gloss shadows of Chicago’s fashion elite, Tessy Collins owns the runway, legs for days, a smile that seduces sin, and a closet full of secrets she’ll never confess. But behind every strut in stilettos is a storm she can’t quite walk away from. Tessy isn't just beautiful. She’s dangerous. She knows it. She likes it. She beds men like she changes lipstick quick, messy, and without apology. But when she crosses the line with David, her best friend Kiesha’s long-term man, things spiral from sexy to savage really quick. What started as a power trip turns into a gut-wrenching betrayal. And when the smoke clears, friendships shatter, hearts bleed, and loyalty get buried under lust. Kiesha isn’t just the girl next door. She’s the girl who held Tessy’s hair at 3 a.m., who knew her pain and loved her anyway. But even she has a breaking point. And when Kiesha finds comfort in Tessy’s first and only real love, Ronnie the one Tessy never got over karma hits like a slap in silk gloves. From fashion shows to hospital beds, bedroom whispers to graveside confessions, Laps of Betrayal is a fierce, soul-burning story of desire, damage, and the women who dare to live out loud. It’s about loving the wrong people, crossing sacred lines, and discovering who you are when there’s nothing left to hide behind. Tessy was never looking for redemption. But fate has a wicked way of undressing you in front of your truth.

Ava Lawson is a fiercely independent event planner determined to succeed on her terms. When she lands the biggest client of her career—billionaire tycoon Jaxon Cross—she steps into a world of luxury, power, and secrets she never expected. Jaxon is a man used to control: the boardroom, the bedroom, and everywhere in between. But when Ava pushes back against his dominance, their collision ignites a fire neither of them can ignore. Their professional lives intertwine, so do their desires, forcing Ava to confront her deepest fears about trust and vulnerability. Jaxon’s dark past and complicated empire threaten to pull them apart—but the magnetic pull between them grows stronger every day. In a world where love is a gamble and power can be a weapon, Ava must decide: is she willing to surrender to the man tied to her heart? Or will ambition and secrets tear them apart before they even begin? The Final Spark is a scorching contemporary romance packed with tension, passion, and unforgettable characters who blur the lines between love and obsession.

One moment, Lucas closed his eyes to sleep. The next, he opened them to find himself not in his bedroom, but in a courtroom. Even more startling, he was in a different body. Lucas was confused, but there was no time to dwell on it. Why? Because.... "Your Honour, please sentence him to death!" the prosecutor demanded, looking directly at Lucas, who was seated on the judge's bench. 'It seems I have become a judge.' Lucas realized. -------- [Note:- There will be no Harem, If you want ONLY Harem then this book is not for you, there will be romance. ] Also tell me how do you like it in review, This is my first time writing {Note:- Currently I'm editing all of my strating chapters because of my poor grammar mistakes, I already edited some of starting chapter but still if you found any grammar mistakes please let me know. Thank you.}

Mailah has spent her life searching for something she couldn’t name—until the day fate brings her face to face with her twin sister, Lailah, after fifteen years apart. Raised in separate worlds—one of hardship, the other of elegance—the sisters are finally reunited. Their time together is fleeting… but unforgettable. And then Lailah drops a shattering truth: she's dying. After Lailah’s death, Mailah receives two letters—one revealing a hidden life, the other offering her a choice that borders on the unthinkable. Lailah had been married to a reclusive billionaire who never knew she was ill. And now, she’s giving Mailah the chance to step into her shoes, to take her place in a world of unimaginable luxury—and carefully buried lies. With only a wedding photo and cryptic instructions to guide her, Mailah enters a sprawling estate where no one greets her, no one questions her presence… and no one seems to care that Lailah has changed. Days blur into silence. Weeks pass without a glimpse of the man she’s meant to call her husband. Until one night, the bedroom door creaks open. He walks in—her husband, smelling of whiskey and loss. Tall. Devastating. Tragic. Drunk on sorrow, he calls her “Lailah” with aching tenderness and reaches for her like a man grasping at a dream. His touch sends fire through her veins, and in that moment, Mailah realizes: nothing in Lailah’s letters prepared her for him. He is not just handsome—he’s magnetic, burdened with mystery, and unknowingly grieving a woman who’s already gone. But as Mailah falls deeper into his world—and his arms—she must tread carefully. She is living a lie in the name of love, and the truth could ruin everything. Can a love born of deception still be real? And if he discovers who she really is… will he choose her anyway?

Protagonist cannot catch a single break. One night in our protagonist’s life, he’s greeted by a mysterious entity at his bedroom door. This entity murders our poor protagonist, and leaves him for dead, but instead of dying, he is returned to the affirmed day in which he dies. Follow our protagonist through his descent into madness as he attempts to unravel this mystery, falling deeper and deeper into insanity. Chiming in at our “hero”‘s death tallying in its late 500’s, our “hero” is weak, distrustful, and quite simply losing grip on reality. Where do we go from here but the same place over and over again?

Sometimes, the worst part of a nightmare is thinking you woke up. Liana Graves was humanity's last shield. An S-Class Hunter wielding twin axes and impossible strength in a world already lost. She fought on ruins, buried allies, and watched as monsters consumed cities one by one. In the end, she stood alone. Until she woke up. Back in her childhood bedroom. Back to the warmth of her family, the scent of breakfast and a world untouched by monsters. Before the collapse, before chaos, before everything went wrong. It was a miracle. A second chance. And this time, she's not wasting it. Liana rises through the Hunter ranks faster and stronger than before because nothing will stop her from protecting the people she loves. But the more she fights, the more the cracks start to show as the world seems to bend too easily to her will. A battle ends too quickly. A relative miraculously comes back from the dead. We all love a classic S-Class power fantasy. But what if the arc is too perfect? Too easy? What if…the second chance was never real? After all, perception is a powerful thing. ______ Author's Note: This novel includes an African-American female protagonist and a slower-paced, character-focused take on the tower/system genre that isn't commonly found in these types of stories. I hope you enjoy reading and I'd love to hear your thoughts! Also I apologize for the lack of chapters as of late. I currently plan on writing more chapters and mass releasing them each week later on.

It was the same boring normal lifestyle. Waking up as early as 6am, and going to work at 7am. Working very hard like a working machine every single day and returning from work at 8pm. But what was all that hard work for? She was controlled and used by her superiors, who had always claimed her merits and great achievements as their own. It was late in the night. After getting out of the blue bus and walking along the sidewalk, on her way to her tiny apartment, she suddenly halted out of frustration. The purse that was hanging around her neck, she removed it and threw it on the floor with an agonizing groan. Her pale face, which had dark circles underneath her eyes, looked up at the sky, and pointing her right finger at the sky, she quarreled, “Are you having fun watching my pathetic life?! Huh?! Are you going to mock me like everyone else does?! I overheard everything my colleagues said about me behind my back! They said that I was a naive fool! They said that I was only a tool to them, meant to be used!”. “But is that fair?! It wasn't enough that my superiors always took credit for my hard work. But, the colleagues I thought of as my friends had also been taking advantage of me, and I only found out about that today! Every single damn time, they all came to me, behaving pitifully and begging me that I should help them resolve their own work issues, and I, as naive and foolish as I am, helped them out, despite the stress involved in it”. “I do not even remember the last time I had a good night's sleep! Why is this world so cruel to me?! Is it because I don't have any people to call my family?! Is it because I don't have parents?!”. She yelled at the top of her lungs and held her chest using her left hand. The passersby stared at her and were muttering to themselves, “She must have gone crazy”. Yeah, she had gone crazy. Crazy because of her unfair life, that she didn't care at all if it all came to an end. “What I would give to be the boss of my own life!”. She yelled again, before she broke down crying and slowly sat down on the ground. Her palms covered her face for a few seconds, not having a single clue that those few seconds would change her life for good. “Watch out!!!”. Someone screamed at her, but it was too late for her. She removed her palms from her face and silently watched as a car drove recklessly towards her. ‘See? My life is pathetic’. She thought, before her body was crushed. And before she lost consciousness and died, her body was drenched in blood. …. Opening her eyes, she got very confused. The first words that came out of her mouth were this: "Didn't I die?”. Staring at her surroundings, she got even more confused. As she sat up on the bed, she felt a stinging pain in her head as a flood of memories, which she knew didn't belong to her, flashed in her mind. “Wait, what? Since when am I the granddaughter of a farmer and the daughter of the great wing city leading superstars? And since when did I have a Cheat Farm System and a fiancè?! I don’t understand any of these, you freak. I am not Piper Graham. You got the wrong person”. …. “Hahaha! The old me is dead starting from this very moment! Watch me climb up to wealth using my Cheat Farm System! In this new life, I will become the boss, not the employee!!”. She jumped around her tiny bedroom as she shouted to her heart's content after realizing that she had been given a new shot at life.

Dante, an overworked game developer at Doomsday Games, has spent two years of his life debugging and perfecting MMORPGs. What started as a dream job has become a nightmare of endless hours, sleeping in the office, and being treated like a corporate puppet. While testing the company's latest game, "Empire Online" - based on a popular web novel - exhaustion finally overtakes him and he collapses at his desk. When Dante wakes up, he's no longer in his cramped office. Instead, he finds himself in a luxurious bedroom, trapped inside the body of thirteen-year-old Lux d'Branmere - the game's most hated villain character. Lux is the bastard son of a Marquis, branded as a "failed genius" and cursed with multiple debilitating traits. In the original game, he was designed to be nothing more than a stepping stone for the protagonist - a character everyone was meant to despise and defeat. But now Dante is living as Lux, with all of his curses, his terrible reputation, and his doomed fate. Armed with his knowledge of the game's storyline and mechanics, Dante must navigate this dangerous new reality. He knows exactly what's supposed to happen to Lux d'Branmere - and it's not good. The question is: can someone rewrite their own story when they're trapped playing the villain? Or is Dante doomed to follow the same path that leads to Lux's downfall? Genre: GameLit/LitRPG, Fantasy, Isekai Themes:Second chances, defying fate, redemption, survival Target Audience: Fans of gaming novels, fantasy adventure, and underdog stories

~Rhea Growing up, I had no friends except my best friends. I wasn't the social type either. One day, my best bestie convinced me to make friends online. That's when I met him. I sent him a request, and he accepted. To my surprise, I discovered he was the boy who lived opposite my house. Sometimes, I would sneak out to see him. Other times, he would sneak into my bedroom at night just to be with me. This secret relationship lasted for five years. Then one day, he disappeared without a trace. For seven long years, he was gone, and during those years, I searched desperately, always thinking of him. And then, I found him. Or maybe he found me instead. He's here for me, to put me in a tough situation. He's forcing me to choose between him and my dream career. I've always chosen him over everyone and everything. But will it be him this time? ——- ~Kaden I'm here for her, to take her and keep her as mine. But will she choose me over everything again this time? Even if she doesn't, I'll make her. She was made for me, she is all MINE.

*Note - Mature Content - I was just lounging around in a work dinner when suddenly- WOOOSH! WHAAAM! I got hit in the head by my coworker for being too good... But he did me a favour more than anything! This is the moment I've been waiting for! The skills I've gained, the efforts I've put! It's all for this! I'm finally fulfilling my destiny by transmigrating! I opened my eyes to see a humungous and ornate bedroom filled with gold ornaments and expensive-looking items. *Ding* Welcome to the Vassal Domination System: Please conquer women to dominate the world. Finally! I transmigrated into another world... And what does this say? I have to conquer women to dominate the world? Mwahahahahaha, I'll definitely make use of this! Looks like ruling the universe is going to be a very very enjoyable journey... *Quite a bit of lemon ;) --- This is my first novel, so please take some pity on me. I'm open and ready to receive any and all criticism, so please don't hold back either. I plan to have some fun with this, but won't go overboard anywhere. The MC won't bang every woman he sees but he'll definitely have some fun. The MC isn't a villain or a monster but he definitely isn't a hero either, (he is a bit crazy with his chunnibyou attitude, but I promise its only for the first few chapters) I plan to make him a little politician like, where his subjects and citizens have quite a good opinion of him, intentionally or unintentionally. Alright then! Sit back and enjoy the ride :) Please read as much as you can, it really helps me going! *No yuri. No NTR

Moon Young Jae’s homophobic family considered him a disgrace and held his freedom in their clutch. Even with being obedient, he was not free from their abuse. Young Jae was almost blinded and crippled by his father when he stood up for himself for the first time. Left to bleed and die, luckily, he did have a family who wanted to save him. It was twin cousins, who were disowned long before him, who saved him. Sad and hopeless, Young Jae became curious when he met his cousins’ friend, who understood him better than anyone, even without words. Curiosity got the best of him, and he ended by handing his heart, love and soul over a plater as a price. Slowly, Young Jae fell in love with everything about and around Min Jun and eventually fell for the man. Calculative Wang Min Jun entered Young Jae’s life accidentally. He challenged Young Jae's belief with a warm smile and flipped Young Jae’s world upside down. Min Jun read Young Jae like an open book. He planned to get over the little crush he had on his seniors' cousin brother but failed miserably. Min Jun did not like the often-visited ‘frown’ between those beautiful eyebrows and even the always singing of ‘sigh’ through those sinful lips. Min Jun made it his mission to change it only to fall for everything about Young Jae. Wang Min Jun carried his share of baggage, but he was well-prepared to meet the demons from the past head-on. But Young Jae became a mess whenever his past demons decided to pay a visit. He realised he did not have to face anything alone as he has a wonderful boyfriend who cherishes everything about him. Both faced their past demons and trauma together. When a person betrayed by a family fell in love with a person who holds his family above everything, sparks flew, and hearts soared in happiness. Will their story has a harmonious bell, or would it be a sea of misery? Teaser: Files were shattered all over Min Jun’s bed, and his laptop was placed on the bedside table. It chimed once in a while, indicating a new email for him to check. The work was piling more and more as he was diligently finishing it. Young Jae walked into his boyfriend’s bedroom to witness his handsome lover working hard. "Jun Jun! Are you busy?" Even though Young Jae did not want to disturb his lover, he knew he needed some help to impress his boss. "Never for you, love. Tell you what you need?" Min Jun did not lift his head from the file he was going through, but the warmth in his voice reached Young Jae's heart without fail. "Do you have a minute to help me in reviewing my monthly internship report? I have to present to our boss tomorrow morning." Young Jae pouted as he asked. Min Ju looked at his adorable tokki and smiled mischievously. "You are brave, asking your superior to help you sneakily. I can't do it for free. I need a huge bribe to help you. What are you planning to offer?" "Be serious. You have too much work to do." Young Jae chided his shameless boyfriend, who never failed to seize every opportunity to make him moan and groan as he takes him to the pleasurable heaven. "Exactly. I have too much work to do. If I am taking my time to help you, I need something in return. Something so tempting that I don’t mind cramping lots of things later." Min Jun smiled like a devil he was as he grabbed Young Jae towards him. The little rabbit who fell into the cunning wolf's lap did not even get a chance to protest as he was devoured breathlessly. Young Jae forgot why he entered the wolf's lair altogether. Min Jun pushed the files away to make space for his little rabbit to lay down comfortably. Young Jae’s report was long forgotten as a treacherous hand started to caress him again under the shirt as a sinful sound filled the room. P.s: The cover belongs to the rightful owner, and it will be removed if the original owner asks to do so. WARNING: THIS IS A GAY LOVE STORY WITH BDSM. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT, SPARE THE NOVEL. Discord: https://discord.gg/jSQxjwPV5s

Seventeen‑year‑old Louis Durand is a quiet lycée student from Lyon whose only passions are antique firearms and deep‑dive documentaries about European military history. When a runaway delivery truck sends him to an early grave, he awakens in a candle‑lit Paris bedroom—inside the body of a recently deceased provincial clerk—on 10 November 1799, the morning after Napoleon Bonaparte’s coup d’État of 18 Brumaire. Gifted with perfect recall of two centuries of technological progress and burdened by the knowledge of France’s eventual defeat in the Wars of Coalition, Louis vows to tip the scales. From rifled muskets and percussion caps to steam‑powered logistics and optical telegraphs, he will drip‑feed “future” inventions to the budding Consulate—while evading inquisitive statesmen, ruthless spies, and the paradoxes of tampering with history itself. Yet the battlefield is not his only front. Entrusted as an aide to Napoleon’s formidable but kind‑hearted stepdaughter—Hortense de Beauharnais—Louis must navigate salons, intrigues, and a blossoming romance that could change both their destinies. Every innovation he shares may win a battle—but at the cost of accelerating the mechanization of war and darkening the age he longs to protect.

It was supposed to be one reckless night. No names, no rules. Just heat, raw passion, and a man who made me forget everything, except how amazing he felt between my thighs. I didn’t know he was Dante Romano, heir to the city’s most ruthless mafia empire. I didn’t know I’d end up working for him. And I definitely didn’t plan to move into his estate with armed men, luxury bedrooms, and him finding reasons to be around me, looking sinfully hot and impossible to ignore. Now I have 100 days under his control, locked in his world of secrets, violence, and temptation, trying to use my cybersecurity skills to protect the empire he was born to rule. But the real danger isn’t the enemies lurking outside and inside. It’s the way he looks at me like I already belong to him. It started with a one-night stand. It might end with me burning for a man I was never meant to love.

"Fight me, claw me, hate me all you want, Kitten. But you’ll never be able to resist how your body begs and squirms for my touch. Can you?" ——— Humiliated and rejected by her mate, Evangeline Raymore thought her life couldn’t get worse—until her father, Alpha Graham, sold her to their most feared enemy, Ezaar Veyrin. Alpha Ezaar was everything she had been warned about—dashing, devilish, and dangerously deranged. But to her, he wasn’t just a Devious Alpha. He was her fated mate, one she had rejected two years ago. Aware that she was nothing more than a pawn in his deadly power games, Evangeline desperately tried to flee before Ezaar could torture and kill her, just as her father had murdered his family. But as they spent time together, Evangeline realized he was more than the rumors claimed. He was oddly caring, sometimes sweet, and irresistibly intoxicating, causing her plans to escape his clutches to dwindle. Little did she know, the only escape was to get eternally entangled with him, surrender to his desires, and allow him to mark her as his mate. His only mate! --- Excerpt: “Why would I need a weapon when I can kill you with my bare hands?" Evangeline snarled, her fingers curling around the bloody bastard’s neck. But he only laughed, the sound deep and taunting, causing her to tighten her grip. Unfazed by her threat, Ezaar caught her wrist, his touch sending a wave of heat through her body. With a sly smirk, he leaned closer, his warm breath grazing her ear. "But my neck isn't the only enticing place where you can use them, sweetheart,” Ezaar murmured, his voice low and velvety. “Perhaps we can explore more suitable locations in my bedroom."

Synopsis: In a city trying to solve a housing crisis in the most questionable way possible, a new government policy offers subsidized apartments to young "couples"—with one bizarre catch: they must live together for at least three months. Noa Aizawa and Ren Kurosawa? They signed up as a joke. Not dating. Not even close. But somehow, they get approved... and now they’re sharing a one-bedroom apartment with one queen-sized bed, a stack of awkward rules, and absolutely no plan for how to survive the chaos.

[AUTHOR NOTE, REFRESH YOUR READING LIST, CHAPTER 45 TO 53 UPDATED AND FIXED] [Author Note: Vol 2 has started, NTR, CUCKOLD AND TABOO] All fictional characters are above 18 [WARNING THIS NOVEL IS A SEX NOVEL WHICH INCLUDES SEX CONTENT] Arthur's head hurt like crazy as he woke up. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and feeling a super comfy bed under him - definitely not his cheap mattress back home. "What the hell...?" he mumbled as he finally looked around. He was in some rich person's bedroom with a fancy four-poster bed and red silk sheets. Sunlight came through pretty stained glass windows, making red patterns on the marble floor. Everything screamed royalty - fancy mirrors, portraits of hunting scenes, and even a painting of a barely-dressed goddess that seemed to be watching him. "How did I get here?" Arthur wondered, getting out of bed. "I definitely drank too much at Mark's party last night" The last thing he remembered was almost getting hit by a car while crossing the street. Looking in a mirror, he got another shock. He didn't look like himself at all! Instead of being skinny with acne scars, he now had muscles, clear skin with just one cool scar on his jaw, with a reddish brown hair, and green eyes. "Damn, I'm hot," he said, touching the scar. For a moment, he remembered his old life. He pushed up his glasses. Kids made fun of him. Jessica laughed at him when he asked her out. "Like I'd be with a loser like you," she told him. Suddenly Arthur realized what was happening. "I've been transported to another world! Just like in those stories online!" He spun around excitedly. "I must be someone important here. This is gonna be so cool! Watch out, fantasy world, your new hero has arrived!" Right then, blue text appeared floating in front of him: [System Starting Up...] [Host Found: Prince Arthur Lionheart] [Soul Check: Person from Another World] [Magic Type: Incubus Powers Activated] "Incubus?" Arthur asked in shock. "Like, those demons that seduce people?" [That's right. Your family's magic has changed because of your Earth soul's hidden desires. Congrats on finding your true potential.] "Can I change it? I want to be a cool battle wizard or something!" [Not possible. Your soul has permanently connected to the Incubus powers. Accept it - your charm is your weapon, attraction is your shield.] "Fuck," Arthur groaned. [Exactly. The more sexual intimacy you have, the stronger you'll become.] Arthur's eye twitched. "Very funny. Just... tell me what I can actually do."

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Reborn into the world of her favorite novel, 'Auberon's Edge', as the maid of an unimportant side character - the doomed princess who would be married off to the villain and then killed in a fit of anger some time after they were married - Rache is faced with a moral dilemma: does she use her knowledge to flee the to-be-conquered nation and live somewhere she knows will be safe, or risk upturning the fate of the book by warning Princess Airie about her impending doom? Before Rache can decide, she's ambushed in her bedroom by the princess' guard. Knowing how dangerous the black hearted prince of Sidera is, the princess declares she's forcing her maid to go in her place due to the maid bearing a striking resemblance to her own rare features, while the real princess goes into hiding until her parents can find a way to get untangled from Sidera's web. "Remember, if the prince finds out the truth, he'll kill you first." Trapped in a marriage to a cold-hearted sadist who only loves violence, railroaded into a pointless ending before the story even begins. There is no escape to this twisted romance but death. Rache - the new Princess Airie - will not go so quietly into the night. "Let's break up!"

The clock on my bedroom wall ticked past midnight, its soft clicks drowned out by the growl of my stomach. I, Haruto Tanaka, high school second-year and self-proclaimed master of procrastination, was facing a crisis of epic proportions: I was starving. Not just “I could eat a snack” starving, but “I might sell my soul for instant ramen” starving. “Ugh, why didn’t I grab something after club?” I groaned, flopping onto my bed. The kendo club had run late, and I’d been too lazy to stop by the convenience store. Now, my fridge was a barren wasteland, and my wallet was crying somewhere under a pile of manga. As I stared at the ceiling, a wild idea struck me. “What if… I summon food?” I sat up, grinning like an idiot. Okay, hear me out. Last week, I’d found this weird old book in the school library’s “do not borrow” section. It was called The Grimoire of Minor Conveniences, and it had spells for stuff like “find lost socks” or “make your tea the perfect temperature.” I’d skimmed it during

“She was born to rule empires. He was born to burn them down—especially hers.” Valeria De Luca is a walking sin in stilettos—heiress to the most feared mafia dynasty in Europe. With a tongue sharper than her stilettos and a body men would kill to worship, she plays by her own rules. No man commands her. No one dares try. Until Cassian Blackwell—a ruthless billionaire CEO with a sexy complex and a taste for dangerous women. When fate shoves them into a blood-bound marriage contract, the battlefield turns into a bedroom. He wants to tame her. She wants to destroy him. But obsession is a cruel game—and one kiss might just cost them their crowns. Power. Lust. Betrayal. In this war of seduction, the loser begs to be claimed. ---

Malik Rivers, a Bronx-born college dropout with a deep passion for music, keeps his raps to himself—his therapy, his truth. By day he works a boring retail job. By night, he records makeshift tracks in his bedroom. One day, he accidentally uploads one of his latest mixtapes to his public Instagram story. What should’ve been an embarrassment turns into a wave of unexpected attention, starting with cousins he hasn’t spoken to in years… and then snowballing. With his older brother hyping him up and strangers flooding his inbox, Malik decides to stop hiding his voice and start chasing the dream—for real.

At twenty-six, I was done. Done with the noise, the debt, the quiet ache no one saw. So I made one last wish—“If I could turn back time, I’d fix it.” Then I woke up as my twelve-year-old self. Same skin. Same childhood bedroom. Same Manila skyline outside. But something was different. There was magic now. And monsters. And a strange voice calling me "Guardian." I thought I was getting a second chance at life. Turns out—I became a magical girl.

Chapter 1: The Awakening on the Imperial Throne A bone-deep chill permeated every fiber of my being. This wasn't the cold of an office air conditioner; it was the chilling touch of solid metal and ancient stone. I... Vireak... slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was not the familiar ceiling of my bedroom or the cluttered desk piled high with documents. It was the vaulted ceiling of a vast, imposing hall, supported by colossal black stone pillars carved into the forms of terrifying, monstrous creatures. A faint, azure light emanated from crystal chandeliers hanging above, casting eerie and foreboding shadows. "Where... is this place?" I tried to speak, but the voice that emerged was not my own. It was a deep, resonant baritone, filled with an authority that made the very air in the hall vibrate. I felt myself in a seated position. I slowly lowered my head, and what I saw almost made my heart stop.