Belongs Belong

In a world torn apart by a reason known to anyone who existed since the beginning of time, the two sides swirl amidst occurrences and survival. Somewhere lying amidst these two—somewhere deep-lying—is the bridge connecting these two repulsive races. A bridge may be what they are seen to be. But they are constantly placed in between not allowed to mix into any side. There's no black or white, just shades of grey. They are not a bridge. They do not belong to any part. They do not belong to each other. They are... Nexus.

A rainy night. A wounded stranger. A girl who should have walked away… but didn’t. Lin Yue’s life was already falling apart when she found him—bloodied, unconscious, and without a name. Out of kindness, she saves him… and unknowingly shelters a man whose world is built on secrets and power. He wakes with no memory. She gives him shelter. And somehow, in the silence between them… something begins to grow. But when his memories return, so does the danger—and the truth. He’s not just anyone. And he’s not hers. He has a fiancée. A past. And no memory of the girl who once saved him. So why can’t he stay away?

[R18 novel with a lot of sexual content] Artem never expected to take on the role of a villain, let alone transmigrate between harem novels. Bound by a system, his task is clear: steal the heroines from all the protagonists’. From Chinese Cultivation and Korean Gate to Japanese Isekai Fantasy, VRMMORPG, and beyond—no heroine is off-limits, and no protagonist is safe!

A guy named Ken Garcia was unemployed, but he got a system at he need charisma to boost his other stats and skills, and in the world of mha or maybe not only one anime . A bit of cussing and blood or murder Upload one chapter every weekend IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A FINFIC The anime in this story doesn't belong to me the only thing that belongs to me is the character Ken and the intimidating system in these story. I don't own the cover of the book, who every made this they are amazing. Made it for fun If anyone wants to make it better then go ahead, but give me some credit. Also sent me the name so I can read it.

Hi. I'm a prostitute. Shocked? Don't be. I was named Dorothy McAllen by my parents but life made me Marilyn Paltan, a whore. I thought being a prostitute was the end of life, but little did I know there's still a light at the end of the tunnel. "Dori it's our mate!" My wolf screamed after five years she's being dormant. Mate? Does a prostitute have a mate? Not just a mate but Mates? Delta Lucian and Delta Lucifer the most powerful werewolf generals are my mates? Fraid they'll never take a prostitute like me I'm sure. But wait, when Lucifer grabbed my ass, his other hand pulled my jaws and I faced his ferocious eyes as he breathed, "I will support you, even if you want to become an assassin but any man that touched what belongs to me, will surely rot in hell!" I thought that was all untill Lucian opened the door and snatched me from his twin brother, before sealing my lips with kisses and then inserted a finger in my hole and warned me, "I own you Whore. Every hand that touches you expect mine will be dipped in the Hades till thy kingdom comes" Damn! The two of them are fuckin enemies! I mean I'm mates with twin brothers that hate each other. Save me!

Harassment from my in-laws who looked down on me for being a commoner. My wife stood by indifferently, ignoring it all. It’s been 10 years since I escaped from them. A fallen family. My deceased wife still wore her wedding ring. [This novel does not belong to me; all rights belong to its author. I merely translating it.]

There are loves left unspoken—because naming them would unleash them. There are bodies that seek each other not for pleasure, but to affirm their own existence. Some love without touch. Others touch without love. And a few—the most dangerous—do both at the edge of the abyss. To love like this is to lose peace, logic, and the right to look back. But not everything that hurts is violence. Not everything that suffocates is a prison. And not everything that burns… is fire. Remember what can happen when someone decides to love you more than they love themselves.

Yuuya has always been the monster in everyone’s eyes. Bullied for his weight. Hated for his face. Abandoned by his own parents. Even when he risks his life to save a girl from being assaulted, society turns on him—labeling him the villain. The only person who ever believed in him, his grandfather, has passed away—leaving him truly alone. But one night, when the pain becomes too much, Yuuya remembers his grandfather’s words: > "Whenever the world hurts too much, go down to my room. There, you’ll find a different door..." In the silence of that dusty old room, Yuuya discovers a strange, glowing door—and steps through. On the other side is a fantasy world of magic, monsters, and mystery. But more than that—his body is transformed into a strong, handsome warrior, and he awakens a mysterious System that grants him powers beyond imagination. In this new world, Yuuya can finally become the hero he never was. But can he outrun the scars of the real world? And when the two worlds collide… which version of Yuuya will survive? ---

During three years of marriage, his body belonged to her, but his heart always belonged to another woman. No matter how hard she tried, nothing seemed to change that. However, she became pregnant, but unfortunately, he asked her to have an abortion so that she could continue to donate blood to that woman. She decided to divorce and leave him completely. After experiencing immense pain and change, she emerged reborn, which caused him to develop complex emotions for her and seek to restore their marriage...

Young Master Qin, it’s not... During the day, Qin Mobai in a suit is a well-dressed company president. At night, when he takes off his suit, he becomes a refined scoundrel. Every day living with him, Lou Xi is tortured by his split personality, and finally, she snaps! "Young Master Qin, what on earth are you doing every day!" Qin Mobai whispers with a gentle smile.

A story about a high school boy with superhuman and supernatural abilities in a quest to belong and to find out his true identity.

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In a kingdom of secrets and shifting loyalties, Princess Xiaofeng must navigate power, danger, and forbidden love. As tensions rise with the cold yet captivating Crown Prince Bai Long, fate pulls them together—just as enemies close in. But in a world where trust is rare and love is risky… will their hearts lead to salvation, or ruin?

A mirror hidden deep in the woods that doesn't belong is found. A Girl and a Boy from two alternative realities. That mirror is from a reality that perished long ago. Those chosen can go through multiple realities. But there are billions and there are only two that belong to them. The mirror is also very dangerous and needs to be hidden so one else accidentally slips out of their reality. They set off on a mission home, and to potentially save the world. Many worlds.

I made this while half-conscious.

Rolling in riches with both winter and enemies closing in, it is time for Jasson and his friends to begin the construction of Reflection Manor. But the new kittens have a propensity for collateral damage, strange things gather, and the risk of discovery grows with every brick and board. Will they be able to finish the house before winter comes? Continue the adventure with Jasson as he honors his oath, investigates strange happenings, and ancient leviathans of magic...stir.

It all started with a house key, right under the front carpet. And it ended with an arranged marriage. But some people won't notice it.

THIS IS A FANFIC.Boy reincarnates in twilight as a ghoul, decides to make some changes . twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Tokyo ghoul belongs to Sui Ishida and the dragon belongs to Blue-Deep. I just made up some stuff CURRENTLY ON HOLD, BECAUSE I'M OUT OF CREATIVE JUICE.

The nascent Chaos had just been carved out, and the barren void welcomed the souls from the Otherworld. As the first soul in the Chaos World, Laine automatically became the God of Spirituality. However, divine power stems from Divine Power, and the existence of spirituality was insignificant; thus, the newly born Laine was extremely weak. With no other choice, to avoid being overturned by the torrents of fate, Laine had to rely on himself. He carved out realms, and birthed lives belonging solely to spirituality. He created sequences, scattering the steps to deification. He wove the Magic Net, enveloping the sky, the oceans, and the land. When the bell of dusk sounded, I raised my divine seat and proclaimed to all beings from the pinnacle of the Spirit Realm: There are two facets to the world, the material and the spiritual. The material belongs to the gods, and the spiritual belongs to me, such is the ultimate truth of all things.

On the day of his sister’s wedding, Seo-jun thought he was gaining a brother-in-law. He never imagined he’d be falling for him instead. When Min-ho, a quiet and devoted man, agrees to an arranged marriage with Seo-jun’s older sister to save his family’s reputation, he never expected to be drawn to someone else in the family — especially her younger brother. Seo-jun has always lived in his sister’s shadow, the golden child of their family. But when he meets Min-ho, something in him awakens. Something fragile, confusing… and dangerous. As stolen glances turn into lingering touches, and secrets bloom behind flower-laced curtains, Seo-jun finds himself caught between duty, desire, and heartbreak. In a world where love has rules — and breaking them comes at a price — can two souls trapped by circumstance find the courage to choose each other? Or will their love remain a beautiful, impossible whisper… behind wedding vows not meant for them?

He collects things people forget. Not because they’re valuable—because they meant something once. A quiet fantasy about memory, belonging, and learning it’s okay to take up space.

The feeling of being killed and betrayed when ascending immortality, manja God of death and chaos suffered the same fate from the hands of the others Gods.

A heiress. Elegant, wanted, respected. She is a heiress alright, but without the respect, barely noticed. “ I belong here, I am a part of this family, I deserve everything the rest of you have!” Adele yells, voice reeking with pain, contempt. “You don't belong here child, at least not in this life...

"Knowledge is power… This phrase holds true even in the world of immortal cultivation," ..... Note: The book cover used for this work is not my original creation and belongs to its respective artist or rights holder. ....... Note: This is a translation of the novel . The book cover used for this work is not my original creation and belongs to its respective artist or rights holder.

What would happen if two teenagers who belonged to the same school who never came upon each other before, just to get a text from each other? 

Liam wasn’t supposed to be here. One moment, he was in his apartment. The next—standing in the middle of a bustling village, sunlight dappling through oak trees, the smell of fresh bread in the air. It was too normal. The villagers greeted him like an old friend. They knew his name. They asked about his "family." And when he played along, his own mouth answered for him—words he didn’t choose, memories he never lived. By day, the village was picturesque: market stalls, laughing children, a cozy cottage with his name on the deed. But at night? The roads shifted when no one was looking. The same faces appeared twice in the same crowd. And his reflection in the mirror… wasn’t his. Worst of all? No one else noticed. Because in this village, the only rule was simple: Pretend you belong—or whatever’s watching will make sure you never leave.