Hufflepuff Bed Sheets

Jayden Seo, 23 years old. MOBA genius, king of the keyboard, emperor of combos... and also, king of debt. After nuking his bank account, burning every sponsorship deal he had, and failing to outrun creditors more vicious than a starving dragon, Jayden does the one thing he’s never mastered: He dies. Luckily — or not — a cosmic entity (apparently a fan of his livestreams) offers him reincarnation in a fantasy world. But there’s a catch: no system, no respawn, no cheat sheet. Just… a new body. And that body? A noble vampire baby. Heir to one of the continent’s three most powerful bloodlines. Armed with his blood-assimilation ability and god-tier learning instincts, Jayden sets a single goal: “I’m not dying broke in this world too.”

[18+] Shen Yanyue shared a steamy night with her unrequited love, Lu Beichen, a.k.a. the 2nd prince. They would eventually married, but would her love be reciprocated, or would the one night and union break them further apart? Was there a deeper meaning that connected their fates? Whose cries did she hear in her dreams? And how should she deal with the hot mess on her bed, while finding herself entangled in a revenge plot that began their story?

From the peak of the Emperor’s Mountain… his head fell before his body. He woke in a stranger’s bed—dead, yet breathing. No name. No past. Only the pain of his fall. Glory? Meaningless. Immortality? A fool’s delusion. All he wants… is revenge. But in an age ruled by deathless Supreme Beings— where emperors are crowned through carnage and unmaking— what price will vengeance demand? This is the rise of madness, wrath, and shattered destiny. He is the man with Insight Zero. He is… The Two-Faced Emperor.

Note Rate at 18. Rhea has exactly one month left to live, and she plans to go out on her own terms. No more hospitals. No more pity. Just one final reckless night to feel something—anything—before it all ends. She never expected to wake up in silk sheets, naked and sore, in the arms of a man who seemed too powerful, too perfect… and far too obsessed. She tries to run. She gives a fake name. A fake school. She wants to forget. But then, he walks into her classroom. Her professor. Her one-night stand. The man she tried to escape. And he’s not about to let her go.

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.

Emily spent the last three years dying slowly in hospital beds, her brilliant mind trapped in a body that didn't work. Her only escape? A spicy life sim called Queen of Hearts, where she lived vicariously through noble ladies who wielded seduction like a sword. But death, it turns out, brings a new opportunity. When her frail heart stops, she wakes up reborn inside Queen of Hearts! That virtual world where she once ruled with cunning dialogue choices and scandalous romances. Except this time, she isn’t clicking options on a screen. This time, she is Aegis Starcaller, an orphan nobody with silver hair, purple eyes, and a body that can finally move… and seduce. Armed with copious amounts of meta-knowledge and a divine blessing that makes every kiss and conquest feed her magical power, Aegis sets her sights on Rosevale Academy, where noble heirs and hopeful commoners sharpen their claws behind silk fans and satin sheets. Here, every flirtation is like a wartime siege. Every stolen heart is a stepping stone to the throne. And every girl she takes a chance on could ruin her. But, Aegis is done being powerless. She’ll weaponize her tongue, her wit, and her unashamed hunger for a court of lovers, rivals, and pets. Aegis will stop at nothing to carve her name into the history books. --- Yuri / Futanari harem story with a Futa MC! | Isekai Power Fantasy | Rags-To-Riches | Updates Daily!

**Mature Content Warning** This novel contains morally bankrupt decisions, unapologetically villainous behavior, corporate warfare, system abuse, woman-stealing, protagonist-trampling, psychological manipulation, and occasional spicy entanglements—some consensual, others complicated. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a world where megacorporations rule like feudal dynasties and cultivation is under corporate rule, Vincent Cornelius wakes up in a silk-sheeted bed beside a suspiciously curvy woman. Reincarnated into the body of a doomed CEO fated to be a "villain's father". Vincent quickly realizes he's a disposable background character— the kind destined to be humiliated, ruined, and killed so that his pathetic son, can become a stepping stone for some arrogant, heaven-defying, cliché cultivation protagonist. Unfortunately for fate, Vincent didn’t reincarnate to play along. He reincarnated to ruin protagonists for profit. Armed with the Corporate Villain Expansion System, every cruel scheme, humiliating press leak, or market manipulation against protagonist nets him Villain Points—and every time he crushes a “fated encounter,” his Luck Points rise. Turn the protagonist into a drugie? +400 VP + 50 LP Reduce the mercenary king to a job of a small security guard? +500 VP +100 LP Cause chaos in a protagonist's harem—emotional betrayal, internal sabotage, or seduction ? +1,000 VP +200 LP As his mid sized logistics corporation moves towards becoming a corporate megaforce, Vincent must climb the cultivation ladder, weaponize capitalism, and outwit Fate itself—one bankrupt protagonist at a time. The world wants him humbled. The story wants him deleted. But Vincent Cornelius is here to rewrite the script. He’s about to prove that in this world, the real golden finger is a hostile takeover. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer (Filed Personally by Vincent Cornelius): If, by some cosmic accident, any names, corporations, or highly sensitive trade empires mentioned in this story resemble real-world entities—rest assured, it’s entirely coincidental. I am far too busy conquering fictional markets to bother with actual ones. No offense is intended. No lawsuits, either. Unless you’re a protagonist. In which case… file away. I'll be waiting—with a better lawyer and a hostile takeover plan. This is fiction. Relax. Or invest.

Eve Thompson found herself waking up in the bed of S City's most eligible bachelor with his arm around her waist, but she only had her mother's words in her mind. "Make sure nobody finds out you're disguised as your sister," she told her, looking at the fake birthmark drawn with makeup on her remaining daughter's face. "You have to get Mr. Charlie to marry you, everything we have depends on it!" said she. It was a shame, for the man beside him closely resembled the man she'd lost many years ago. Anthony Charlie's favor with women was notoriously hard to gain, but in a drunken stupor, he crawled under the sheets with the woman beside her, enticed by the memory of someone he'd lost long ago that this woman resembled. However, she never had a birthmark. It could never be her. Was their encounter coincidental? What would their hidden past reveal!? Join Eve Thompson on her exciting journey of courtship and political espionage as she steps into the shoes of her twin sister's now-abandoned life and tries to save her family by winning the heart of the mysterious bachelor, Anthony Charlie!

The contract says she can’t share his bed, but nothing stops him from getting into hers… * Rain Clayton’s life takes an unexpected turn when she discovers she’s suddenly married to a billionaire named Alexander Lancaster, a powerful and dangerously captivating man who wants their marriage over before it even begins... Raised by a family that never cared for her and desperate to avoid a twisted arranged marriage, Rain seizes this unexpected twist of fate. Her new husband might be a cold-hearted billionaire, but he's her only escape. Yet Alexander demands a swift divorce. Refusing to lose her one chance at freedom, Rain strikes a risky bargain to keep their marriage alive, even if it means playing by Alexander’s rules. She just has to convince him to want her around… FOREVER. Weeks into their unexpected arrangement, Rain begins to see through Alexander’s icy exterior. But one night, she’s taken by surprise. “What are you doing?” Rain burst out, eyes wide as Alexander casually slid into her bed. “Performing husbandly duties,” he smirked. “You can’t stay here! It’s against the contract!” “I’m not breaking it,” Alexander said with a shrug. “The contract specifies that you’ll fulfill all wifely duties, excluding sharing my bed. It doesn’t say anything about me not performing husbandly duties, including sharing your bed.” The situation had shifted, and it seemed like she was no longer the only one in control... [Warning: r18+/strong mature & sexual content]

She woke up in silk sheets, in a body that wasn’t hers, wearing a name that once graced tabloids—not tech forums. But Olivia Carter has never been the girl people expect. And neither is Damien Quinn. In a world of power, secrets, and whispered agendas, two dangerously intelligent souls collide. He hides behind cold eyes and empire walls. She hides everything else. What begins with caution simmers into obsession. And in the city that built them, someone’s about to burn it all down—for love, or revenge.

In a world where magic reigns and beast demons serve as power-boosting familiars, Eden Wynne, an outcast low-class mage has never managed to summon one. Despite his family's wealth and reputation, Eden is branded a failure. After countless breakdowns and barely surviving the pressure of expectation, he makes one final promise: summon a familiar, or end it all. Then he succeeds. But what he summons isn’t a typical familiar. It’s Sylas a six-foot-eight, sassy, furious demon prince who has no intention of obeying a pathetic, suicidal mage. Eden wants control. Sylas wants blood. It’s hate. It’s angst. It’s a soulbond neither of them wanted and now neither of them can escape. Who will break first?

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

Due to the sudden opening of dimensional gates, massive earthquakes tore through the Earth. A deep, unearthly sound cracked across the sky — as if the world itself had been struck by a sledgehammer. The stars flickered, then vanished behind creeping waves of ash and violet light. But inside a secluded estate tucked behind electronic gates and manicured hedges, the world still slept. Ryan stirred beneath the sheets, tangled in warmth. Jane Blackwood lay beside him, her breath calm and even. For a fleeting moment, the illusion held. Then— Bang! Bang! Bang! “Ryan!” Maggi’s voice, sharp with panic. A second slam, louder. “Open the door! Now!” Ryan groaned, still half-dreaming. “What the hell’s going on…” He slid out of bed, eyes heavy, limbs slow. When he opened the door, Eleanor nearly collapsed into him. Her hands were streaked with blood, her eyes wild. “They’re here,” she whispered, “They’re here,” she whispered. “The sky cracked open and the Dimensional gate from… Monsters are pouring out as they are tearing apart humans — Ryan, this isn’t a dream. This is real. It’s happening.” He turned, pulse hammering. “Get dressed. We’re leaving for the bunkers.” Outside, the world had ended. And the dead had begun to rise. He reached for his clothes, yanking on a shirt. But just as he stepped toward the hallway. The ceiling of the household collapses on their bodies and they died instantly but the pendant given to him by his mother started flickering and next second, In the world unlike Earth, Ryan instantly opens eyes with a gasp and when he sees himself in the mirror. He got reincarnated in another world. Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Thank you !.

a man was sleeping on bed he heard noise outside his house he !shocked! he sees zombies everywhere. this man loving it want to kill all of it all of the zombieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoes.

Carl dies in order to save his friend. He finds out in his death bed that his friend and girlfriend were having an affair behind his back the entire time. He dies with a broken heart. He is however reborn as a god, not just any god but a primordial god, the infinite void. what will he do with these powers of his.

In a quiet world, Adam lived his life peacefully but it all changed when he woke up in an hospital bed with the ability..... Creation Of All Things Armed with this Overpowered ability, watch how Adam would uncover the truth of his world and beyond..

Waking up in a luxury hotel suite was never part of Rayna Kapoor’s weekend plan—especially not tangled in high-thread-count sheets with a headache, no memory of the night before, and the unsettling sense that she may have made a very… intimate decision. But nothing prepares her for what—or who—walks through the door next. Dressed in a tailored suit, holding two coffees like he’s walked out of a billionaire romance novel, is a man she doesn’t recognize… but can’t stop staring at. He’s gorgeous. Calm. Unapologetically confident. And apparently? Her one-night stand. As reality collides with fantasy, Rayna is pulled into a whirlwind of miscommunications, magnetic chemistry, and an offer that turns one impulsive night into something far more complicated. Because the man she slept with isn’t just any stranger—he's connected to a world she swore never to step into again. Now, with her heart at stake and her sanity hanging by a designer thread, Rayna must figure out what happens when you mix a messy past, a mysterious man, and one dangerously unforgettable night. Steamy, smart, and emotionally charged, Strange One Night Stand is a sizzling romance about second chances, unexpected sparks, and the blurry line between dreams and reality.

Adaleine, Crown Princess of Solmira, died in fire and fury. She woke up in silk sheets—inside the body of her enemy, Lyara Kaereth. Haunted by the screams of the girl whose skin she now wears, Adaleine must navigate a court that would kill her if they knew the truth. Worse, Prince Ronan—the man who might’ve once loved her—now looks at her with a mix of longing, hatred, and suspicion. But the Mirror Curse is unraveling. Old gods stir. Forgotten magic awakens. And the body Adaleine stole… may not stay hers forever. As secrets bleed, as souls tangle, and as love dares to grow between enemies, Adaleine must choose: Burn again—or destroy the only man who ever saw her.

Genres: Erotica · Comedy · Romance · Love · Drama Rated: Mature | Spicy. Savage. Soft. Tagline: They were never supposed to fall. They were just supposed to fuck. Ziannah “Zih” Miller is the kind of girl your mother warned you about—rich, reckless, dangerously gorgeous, and always three cocktails ahead of heartbreak. Peter “Pet” Jacobs? He’s the guy who can make you laugh, scream, and beg… all before breakfast. They’ve been best friends since high school—flirty, toxic, and tangled in a situationship built on midnight texts, drunken confessions, and orgasmic mistakes. No labels. No pressure. Just chemistry that could burn down cities. But one Friday night... everything changes. From hot tubs to hangovers, from teasing glances to tangled sheets—Zih and Peter are forced to face the truth: It was never just physical. Love doesn’t knock. It crashes the party in heels and leaves its earrings in your bed. If you’re into steamy tension, savage banter, filthy-soft love, and best-friends-to-lovers done right—Friday Night is your next guilty obsession.

A newly birthed child is akin to a pure white sheet. And if someone had to badmouth about their behavior, it should be towards the parents because after birth it is up to the parents to navigate their children on the road of life. They paint their child with their ideology , thought's , emotion and sometimes dream. So how a child grows up depends on the environment and their parents. ••••••• Quotes: “One must prepare themselves to be embarrassed if they want to embarrass someone.” “One must deceive themselves to deceive others.” “Everyone wears a mask to hide themselves from the world.” •••••• Submitting this for the webnovel spirity awards 2024. Please support me. Thank you. [Warning. Mature content. sensitive content.] [This is fiction so don't take it seriously and just enjoy.]

Purity a low ranking, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

It's dangerous to fall in love… with your enemy. Ingrid Alberto was a daughter of a mafia boss who seeks justice for her mom's death. She's ready to gamble even if she must work with her dad's enemy. "I'm ready to cater to your needs in bed. In return, help me out. We only have the same enemy; be my ally." Will she be able to survive his wrath? How about her heart? Is she ready for the fire that his red sheet offers? He was ruthless, dangerous, and cold-hearted. They stole everything from him. Isaac Midnight was the mafia king who failed to protect his family. Driven by his deep hatred, he plans nothing but revenge to the man who took everything from him. "Isn't this funny? The daughter of the man who steals everything from me wants to be my ally? What kind of trick is this, huh?!" He wants revenge and was ready to use any measures possible, but being an ally of his enemy? Isn't that a ridiculous and stupid measure? Can love bloom in a garden that was stained with blood? What kind of fire will bloom in two cold hearts? Will they be able to stop their desires as the red sheet wraps around their broken hearts? Find out the story of Ingrid and Isaac that is filled with temptations and redemptions.

Just days before her Long awaited wedding, Emily Westwood discovers her fiancé in bed with her best friend. Heartbroken and devastated, she walks away from everything—into the arms of a mysterious, dangerously powerful stranger. One night. No promises. But when that night turns into an entangled fate, Emily is pulled into a world of secrets, revenge, and a man who just might break her… or rebuild her.

!!R18 | Mature | Dark Erotica | Dubious Consent | Submissive MC | Possessive Twins | Court Politics | Pain & Pleasure !! Liam thought he was being blessed. Instead, he was being claimed. On his 18th birthday, he woke up in a golden collar—lying on silk sheets in a see-through dress that clung to his soft skin. His body trembled. His lips parted. His fate pulsed against his throat like a curse he couldn’t remove. He was told it meant love. That he was mated. But fate didn’t give him a soulmate. It gave him two. Not lovers. Demons. Twin brothers. Kings of a realm soaked in power and cruelty. The door creaked open. Maximilian stepped in first—shirtless, silent, his body marked in dark tattoos that crawled like sin across his chest. No smile. No warmth. Just sharp eyes and restrained rage. Then Elijah followed—smirking, robe hanging loose, gaze unapologetically tracing every inch of Liam’s exposed thighs. He didn’t wait. “Lets complete the ritual little angel.” Liam froze. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even know what that means. He was pulled to the edge of the bed like something bought, not bonded—his dress riding up, baring untouched skin to cold air and hotter gazes. And that night… didn’t end in kisses. It ended in voices, tears, and marks. He was supposed to be theirs. But to them? He was an angel no matter how hard they wanted they couldn't trust and angel , not with court plotting everything that's against him. In the palace, he wasn’t a their. He was a question. A threat. A spy. Even his mates didn’t trust him. And yet... somehow, in stolen glances and quiet silences, they made him feel just a little bit special. Just enough to hurt. They wanted his submission. His obedience. His body. For revenge. For power. For pleasure. Liam thought love was part of fate. But fate only delivered him into the arms of his enemies—two demons who never asked what he wanted. Now, trapped between politics and desire, pleasure and pain, he’s left to wonder: "Will they ever love him? Or will they just take him... until there’s nothing left to break?" He was raised to be soft. Now he moans under monsters who only believe in control.

College was like a wake-up call for most people. Especially the likes of Christopher Owen, who spent the rest of his high school years messing around and pining for the boy he never had. Having had a frustrating high school year, he decided to dedicate himself to his studies in college.   He flew many miles away from home, changed his looks, and hid his real identity from everyone.  His plans were simple: study hard, pass well, no dating. But then he realized two things: life was anything but easy without the backing of his last name. And... he wasn't sure how long he could last before he jumped his roommate, who was obviously not gay. But lust wasn't love, right? Maybe he could indulge a little? Just a little, I promise. ***** EXCERPT: "THAT ARROGANT, GOOD FOR NOTHING, DEMONIC IDIOT! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!" "O-kay... what is going on?" A friend asked him, watching as he paced around the room he just entered. "After battling for a long time. A LONG TIME!" he breathed heavily before continuing, "I... I confessed to him today." The other sat up, eyes wide. "For real?" "And then... with that stupid lollipop in his mouth, he just looked at me and said Okay. OKAY!" Gasps. "I didn't even know people said "okay" to love confessions, but he said "okay" to me!" -- Meanwhile, while he was there panicking, the one who had been confessed to remained seated where he was in the room. He had not moved an inch from that position since he got confessed to. But if one looked closely, they would notice how red his face was, up to the tips of his ears. He suddenly chuckled to himself. "That idiot," he muttered, looking at the door the other had taken.

[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."

I was born with a silver coffin. A legacy forged not in gold, but in contracts, lawsuits, and corporate blood. My name is Lu Siyan, heir to the empire of the demon-king known as Father. An empire built on broken backs, smiling fangs, and boardroom executions. And today—today is the day it all begins to fall. Not with victory. Not with power. But with something far more terrifying. Failure. Glorious, theatrical, headline-worthy failure. The kind that unravels dynasties, bankrupts legacies, and makes shareholders weep into golden tissues. My vengeance is not a sword—it’s a balance sheet hemorrhaging red ink. They thought I was weak. A drama-addled heir, born to inherit, not dismantle. They were wrong. I will lose with such magnificence, even the economy will collapse in awe. And when my father sees the empire he built rot from the inside, devoured by the chaos he raised? He’ll understand. This is not rebellion. This is performance art in flames. Call it insanity. Call it legacy. I call it Act One.

He was Yunzhou’s pride. A feared strategist worshipped for his precision and victories, but his pride and ego were greater than the heavenly warnings. Prince Liang Chen, the heir to the heavenly throne, was feared by most on the battlefield and worshipped in court. His pride led to a seven-year war, bloodshed, and division against Yelan and its prince, Ji Mingyan—the green-eyed prince whose sword slew thousands, his aura cold as the devil, and those tempting gazes that lingered longer. But heaven’s wrath can’t be ignored. And it fell, not only as rain… it poured. The flood washed away everything. Both kingdoms perished. Lives drowned. And nothing survived. Seven years of war ended with no victor… leaving behind nothing but dead souls. Breathing his last, with the blood of a thousand on his hands, Prince Liang Chen regrets it all. The battles, the endless quarrels—and also why he had not kissed Ji Mingyan when he had the chance… And like the heavens saw his heart, a second chance is given. Will it be wasted? Will he love, choose peace, or go down the same path…?

“He was the chaos in the classroom. She was the calm between questions.” At a bustling high school tucked somewhere between dusty chalkboards and whispered ambitions, two toppers clash silently in every test, every rank, every glance. Izhaan — charming, brilliant, and a bit unruly — has always been the center of attention. Darakhsha — graceful, disciplined, and razor-sharp — arrives like a storm wrapped in silence. As they rise through the academic grind of class 9, an unspoken rivalry forms—fiery, tense, and laced with something neither of them is ready to admit. But behind every mark sheet and stolen glance lies a story far bigger than school competitions. A story of growth, trust, silent longing... and a journey where two hearts may just rewrite their destinies. Takraar Se Taqdeer Tak is a tender coming-of-age tale that captures the magic of school life, the quiet intensity of first emotions, and the strength it takes to choose your own path—even when the world draws lines in places it shouldn’t.

Jim is a healthy youth who has just graduated from the ordinary local university in his city. With his degree in his hand, he started searching for jobs in the city. Even though his tries to get job were mostly met with rejections he never lost hope and always maintained positive attitude towards life. One morning he was getting ready for an interview in the local company who were hiring freshers, he felt someone hit him on his head before losing consciousness, what he didn't know then was all the people in the world also lost consciousness simultaneously within seconds. When Jim reopened his eyes again, he was sleeping on a hard iron bed fixed to the floor. The room he was in was 10 sq meters built like an iron cage with no windows but just a door on the other side of the room. Just opposite to the bed there was an iron table with multiple drawers which was also welded to the floor making the already cramped room narrower for walking. Jim wobbly woke up from the bed and tried opening the door and found it was locked, and he couldn't open it. Apprehensive about the circumstances he began shouting with fright so someone could hear his voice and open the door for him, but he didn't get any reply. After shouting for an hour, he got tired and sat on the sliding chair fixed to the table next to the bed. Only now he saw a laptop present on the table which was also embedded in it. As soon as he opened the laptop it started immediately, and words started appearing on it. Find out what did Jim see on the screen and his journey