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Mato Seihei No Slave Mira

Mira's Bloodline

"Do you crave a new life, right here, right now? All you need is to ask your heart for what you truly desire, and watch the universe deliver it." Mira’s heart raced as the mysterious voice echoed in her ears, but when she looked around, there was no one in sight. Suddenly, a flash of light split the air, like lightning on a dark night. --------- Mira had always dreamed of catching the eye of Justin, the golden boy of the campus—the one every girl adored. But in her eyes, she was nothing more than an ugly duckling, a girl who couldn’t even compare to the beauty that Justin deserved. Her face, she thought, was a blemish on the vibrant campus, and her chances of ever winning his heart were laughable. Bullied relentlessly for her looks, Mira found solace only in the fact that she wasn't the smartest either. She was just... average. The whispers and taunts followed her everywhere. Despite it all, she maintained a good attitude—after all, what else was she supposed to do but go along with life’s cruel game? But then, something extraordinary happened. Mira discovered a power, a fate that could completely transform her life. A single wish was all it would take to change everything she thought she knew about herself. It was the moment of her life, the moment to make things perfect—wasn't it? But what would she wish for? Could it be the one thing she had longed for the most—Justin’s heart? Would her wish really come true, despite his current relationship? Could she build the beautiful life with him that she'd always dreamed of, or would fate have another twist in store? At first, it felt like her wish had worked—Mira had everything she wanted. But as with all things too good to be true, there was a cost. To fulfill her wish, she’d broken the rules of life, and now she had to face the shocking secrets of her past. Would these revelations bring her closer to Justin, or push her away in fear of the price she had to pay? What would the past reveal to her, and what would it mean for her future? Justin Maxwell. The king of the campus. Cold. Aloof. Infamously charming. Handsome, yes. But beneath the surface? A mystery. No one could deny that he was every girl’s crush, yet he was always untouchable—especially with Maddie Bluen by his side, the perfect girlfriend in every way. Together, they were the power couple, ruling over the campus with effortless grace. But Justin wasn't just a pretty face. He was the heir to the Justin clan—the legacy of one of the wealthiest, most powerful families in the country. What the world didn't know was that the Justin family harbored a secret: they were ancient vampires, existing in the human world for centuries. Now, Justin's destiny was set. To ascend the throne and lead the vampire world, he needed a mate—someone chosen by fate. But though he searched the campus for her, he’d never felt the pull of destiny... not until he saw her. Mira. The ugly duckling. The girl who could barely stand out in the crowd, but who always put on a brave face. At first, Justin only intended to protect her—from the bullies, from the pain that came with her secret being exposed. But something about Mira tugged at his heart in ways he couldn’t explain. Was it a spell? Or could it be love?
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Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Quinlan, a simple office worker finds himself transmigrated to an extremely dangerous fantasy land as a level 1 Commoner with nothing to his name but his wits - and a unique gift that accompanied his teleportation. No one in Thalorind could have predicted that this unassuming arrival would one day rise to the top, redefining the very meaning of the term 'power'... And that he may have achieved said result by joining a criminal organization and clawing his way through its ranks. In the beginning, Quinlan was painfully weak and alone but thanks to his severe trust issues, joining a team was... hard. However, he soon noticed that a lot of people have collars around their necks in this world... People that couldn't exactly betray him. Follow Quinlan's journey as he grows in strength, amasses wealth, fights to the death, and meets lovely ladies. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3 ... Disclaimer: I'd received a few complaints from some readers that my MC is not a real villain, and I have to agree; if you're looking for some complete psycho MC who burns random farmer villages down just for fun then don't read. The MC is a ruthless man who does evil things from time to time, but only to his enemies or those he considers to be true scum. He gains no joy from tormenting strangers. Also don't read if you want a story about buying s*x slaves and r*ping them, that doesn't happen in this novel. He will treat the women he wants to be with as if they were normal people, whether they're slaves or not.
NecroBin · 2.1M Views

The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
rach_sales · 105.5K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views
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