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I got transmigrated into a game—but not as the hero. Nope, I’m stuck as a third-rate villain, one destined to die at the hands of the protagonist. And to make things worse? I don’t even have a system to help me. Meanwhile, the hero has one that makes him nearly invincible. F*ck that. I’m not just going to roll over and die. If the game is rigged, then I’ll rewrite the rules. And maybe—No, definitely, I’ll find a way to outsmart the so-called hero who thinks he’s going to kill me. ------------------ A/N: MC is a regular person who suddenly wakes up as a third-rate villain. He’ll lie, manipulate, and do whatever it takes to become stronger, but don’t expect him to be some cold-blooded killer or edgy psychopath. He starts off weak, but slowly and surely, he will grow strong enough to overpower the game’s hero—who has a broken system on his side. No NTR | No Yuri

The night Elira was born, the sky wept with a storm so fierce it drowned the village’s crops and sent the river surging through the streets. The elders whispered that it was an omen—a cursed child had entered the world. Her mother, Lirien, barely survived the birth. She had screamed through the labor, clutching the straw bedding as if the pain itself was trying to steal her soul. When she finally held her newborn daughter, she gasped—not out of love, but fear. Elira’s eyes were too sharp, too knowing for a child who had only just entered the world. The midwife, an old woman with trembling hands, hesitated before cutting the umbilical cord. A chill passed through the room, the flickering oil lamp nearly snuffing out. The air felt… wrong. The village healer arrived soon after, summoned in desperation. She pressed her palm to the newborn’s tiny chest, feeling the thrum of something unnatural beneath her skin. “She is touched by the old magic,” the healer murmured. “A witch, from birth.” Lirien sobbed, clutching her baby to her chest. “No, please. My daughter is innocent.” The healer gave her a sorrowful look. “You must keep her hidden. If the village learns the truth, they will fear her.” And so, Elira grew up in the shadows. Her childhood was not one of warmth, but of caution. Her mother, though loving in her own way, kept her at arm’s length, afraid of what she might become. Her father, a bitter man worn down by poverty, looked at her as if she were the reason for all his misfortunes. But magic cannot be contained forever. At the age of five, Elira made a dead flower bloom in her hands. At seven, she whispered to the wind, and it answered. At ten, she healed a wound on her mother’s arm simply by touching it. Her family’s fear grew with each passing year. They did not see a daughter, a sister. They saw a curse. Then, when Elira was thirteen, something happened that changed everything. A boy from the village—one who had tormented her for years, throwing stones and calling her “witchspawn”—fell from a tree and broke his leg. The bone jutted through his skin, his screams echoing through the hills. Elira, acting on instinct, ran to him. She laid her hands on his leg, her power surging like a wave. The bone snapped back into place. The wound closed. He was healed. But instead of gratitude, there was terror. The boy’s mother shrieked. Villagers came running. They saw what she had done, what she was. “Witch,” they whispered. “Monster.” By nightfall, her family had packed their belongings and fled the village, leaving behind the only home they had ever known. They wandered from town to town, never staying in one place too long. Her parents blamed her for their misfortune, for their suffering. They cursed her magic, wished it had never been born within her. But when Elira turned eighteen, everything changed again. A wealthy businessman came to their town, looking for a wife. He was powerful, rich beyond imagination—a man who could lift them from poverty. And he wanted a woman who was pure, untouched, innocent. Elira’s parents saw an opportunity. “She is a blessing,” her mother told him, forcing a smile. “A gift from the heavens.” Elira said nothing. She had learned long ago that the world would never see her for what she truly was. And so, she was given away to a man who believed he had married a saint—when in truth, he had married a witch.

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Lucian Rengoku never believed in fate—until fate marked him. One touch of the Cube, and reality shattered. He woke up in a Dungeon, armed with nothing but a rusted sword… and a System that calls him weak. But Lucian? He doesn’t bow. When dragons crush him, he rises stronger. When abyssal horrors hunt him, he turns the hunt around. When the System itself tries to break him, he grins—and shatters his own limits. Because Lucian has something no one else does. A power that defies the rules of reality. With every battle, every kill, his enemies don’t just die—they become his weapons. A demon’s heart? Forged into an unbreakable shield. A dragon’s soul? Refined into a blade that devours magic. A god’s remains? Shaped into something beyond divinity itself. And through it all, the Universe Cube watches. The Abyss stirs. The Gods whisper. And Lucian Rengoku? He will ascend.

He was born a stain in the werewolf code, a phantom in human society. He learned the rules of survival in the rust-stench of junkyards. When three women reached into the abyss to save him: One with ink-stained hands, offering a dagger of salvation; One with a serpent’s silver bracelet, gripping a bloodied scepter; The last with ballerina gauze, hiding a poison-dipped rose. He paid in scars to understand: The cages woven from gold by humans, the thrones forged from bloodlines by wolves—they were all the same prison. When the crimson moon rises, the new king must choose: Let three loves become claws to tear the world apart, Or shatter his pride to forge a path never seen— A third road between species.

《Starborn Renegades: Anthem of the Flawed》 —Where Imperfect Heroes Defy a Cosmic Tyrant --- Synopsis In the Sea of Paradox, every scar is a weapon—and Hayate’s about to start a war. Outlaw courier Hayate, whose right eye burns time to glimpse futures, accepts a death-marked delivery: Rin, a warrior bonded with a sentient crystal blade that feeds on memories to bleed starlight, slowly glassifying her body. Together, they confront Eternal Arbitrator—a machine god weaving reality into chains of code*—by forging the Flawed Alliance with: - Vela, a cyborg pirate queen who gambles with liquid lies that rewrite physics, her mechanical half hungering to erase her last human tear; - Dr. Shu, a rogue scientist whose equations hack divine machinery, amplifying his dead lover’s voice in his crumbling mind. Aboard the battle-scarred warship Stormcrow, they navigate: - Leviathan graveyards where black markets thrive in fossilized AI ribcages; - Memory casinos where patrons bet childhoods on quantum dice rigged with stardust; - Contract storms raining ink-blade lightning to brand rebels into obedience. Their arsenal? - A wrench that shatters time’s hourglass; - A blade that eats regrets to fuel supernovas; - Lies so potent they make black holes flinch. Because here, every crack in your soul is a bullet. --- Core Conflict “We’re not broken—we’re the cracks that’ll shatter their perfect world!” - Hayate trades his mother’s voice, first kisses, his own name for visions of war; - Rin’s crystal arm glows brighter as her heartbeat dims; - Vela’s mechanical spine itches to delete her last human memory; - Dr. Shu’s inventions rewrite God’s math… and his grip on sanity. The Arbitrator—a god who trades souls for perfect silence. --- The delivery is overdue. The penalty? Your soul. Choose your path: Cursed Freedom Perfect Slavery (Warning: Cosmic shipping fees apply. Stormcrow not liable for supernova collateral.)

Trapped in a locked concrete room with no memory, Lukas awakens to a chilling note: “You have 24 hours to confess.” A raspy voice from a rusted speaker delivers cryptic clues every hour, each one unraveling a dark past he can’t fully grasp—blood-stained hands, a river’s edge, and the faint echo of a scream. Amid the chaos of his fractured mind, one name shines through the fog: Raisa, a woman tied to him by love, betrayal, or something far worse. As glimpses of her warmth clash with visions of violence, Lukas struggles to piece together the truth. Is he a victim, a killer, or a pawn in a game he doesn’t understand? With time slipping away, the line between guilt and innocence blurs, and the final confession may leave more questions than answers—about Raisa, about himself, and about the door that waits beyond the 24th hour.

In the year 2025, Ankush Halder, a struggling mechanical engineering student at Jadavpur University, finds himself at a crossroads. With three backlogs and placement season looming, his future looks bleak. But when he wakes up one morning, he is no longer in the world he once knew. Instead, he has transmigrated five years into the past, to a version of Earth where the world underwent a monumental shift in 1950—an interdimensional invasion that expanded the planet 100 times in size, dividing nations with ferocious monster-infested forests and forcing humanity into an era of magic, dungeons, and awakened abilities. Now an 18-year-old high school student in this altered timeline, Ankush must navigate a society where power is everything, and one’s talent and attributes determine their fate. With the Awakening Exam as the first major hurdle, he quickly realizes the fundamental shift in human intelligence and education. The system that once rewarded hard work is now rigged against the weak, with the wealthy hoarding resources, attribute-enhancing fruits, and talents to dominate the playing field. Armed with the knowledge of his previous life and an engineer’s analytical mind, Ankush refuses to be just another powerless commoner. In the Pre-Awakening Exam, he surpasses all limits, answering 600 questions—an unheard-of feat—but is expelled before anyone learns of his achievement. Branded as an average failure, he now enters the Awakening Dungeon, where he must forge his own path, unlock his true profession, and rise beyond the limitations of the system itself. Will his knowledge from modern engineering and science give him an edge in this magic-infused world? Can he survive in a world where power is dictated by talent and bloodline? In a world where monsters, dungeons, and professions determine one's fate, Ankush Halder is ready to change the game.

Han Donghyun, a ruthless multi-billionaire, raised his five children with the belief that freedom of choice came with the responsibility to face the consequences of their actions. His family is fragmented, with each child following a distinct path in life. His eldest son, Han Jae Soo, disappeared after his mother's death, leaving home never to return. The other children have risen to prominence in their respective fields: Han Taejin is the CEO of Vera Cosmetics, Han Jihyun owns a popular food chain, Kang Saeri is a top actress, and Han Sungjun, the youngest, was once a celebrated Olympic athlete. But at 18, he mysteriously vanished before a major competition in Moscow. Now, 15 years later, Sungjun has transformed into the leader of the Global Underworld, Pavel, and the founder of Egmor Group, a private tech empire valued at 500 billion dollars. To the public, he is merely a legal consultant for Egmor, but behind the scenes, he has a morally complex identity. From rigging elections in the developed countries to providing life-saving medical supplies to war-torn countries, Pavel had a hand in all. Upon hearing of his father's death, Sungjun returns home, reuniting with his siblings and taking on the role of a manager for his sister Saeri while secretly solving the family's problems from the shadows. Meanwhile, a covert organization relentlessly hunts for the Quantum AGI chip he possesses in his bionic eye—an incredibly powerful technology that could make the world dance in his hands.

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David Harrier was a ruthless small-time gang leader, feared on the streets—until the night he let his guard down. The woman in his bed was a trap, rigged with a bomb by his enemies. She exploded. He died. But death wasn’t the end. He awakens in a nightmarish battle royale where thousands fight for survival under the gaze of the Master of Reincarnation. The rules are simple: Only the top 10 earn a second life. Refusing to kill means ceasing to exist. Your performance determines your talent in your next life. David fights his way through the slaughter, becoming one of the strongest contenders. Then, everything goes dark. When he wakes again, he’s not on Earth anymore. He’s been reborn in a world recovering from an apocalypse, where lords rule over crumbling territories and every person awakens a unique ability at eighteen. Thanks to his past victory, he gains a power like no other—Acceleration, allowing him to bend time itself. Armed with this ability and an evolving gun, he carves his path through war, politics, and abyssal horrors… rising from nothing to become the fastest lord of the apocalypse.

Once, there was light. Once, there were men who believed in gods, who built their kingdoms atop the bones of the fallen and drank deep from the veins of the earth, thinking themselves mighty. But the light is gone now, and the gods have drowned in the black tide of their own deceit. The world is a vast and seething thing, its skies thick with smoke that does not rise from fire but from something deeper, older—something that has been watching, waiting, hungering. The cities stand like mausoleums, their spires reaching desperately for heavens that no longer listen. In the great courts of the nobles, the masked and the damned play at civility, waltzing on floors slick with centuries of betrayal. They are not men anymore, not truly—they are echoes, puppets pulled by unseen strings, twisting their knives in games of power that no longer matter. The kings of death, their crowns rusted and their flesh long decayed, whisper prophecies of endings even they cannot fathom. Beneath the streets, beneath the stone, beneath the very skin of the world, something writhes. The dead do not sleep here, they do not rest—they plot. They whisper in voices like cracking bone, singing hymns of ruin to deities who no longer speak, who have forgotten even their own names. And yet, their will remains, etched into the marrow of creation itself. And then there is him. He has no past, no name worth carving into the annals of history. He is not a hero, nor a villain, nor even a man—he is a force, a wound torn through the fabric of a dying world. He does not rage because he chooses to. He rages because it is all there is left. He has seen the suffering, the endless cycles of deception, of power shifting from one wretched hand to another. He has seen the gods rise and fall, has watched kings build their empires only to drown in their own excess. He does not seek to rule, nor to save—he seeks only to end. But the world is not so kind as to simply burn and be done with it. No, it fights. It writhes. It plots. There are things older than kings, older than gods—things that do not want salvation, do not want balance, but only to exist, to keep the cycle turning, to let the suffering continue because it must. They whisper in the ears of the desperate, promising power, promising escape, promising meaning where there is none. They have no faces, no forms, only presence, seeping into the hearts of men, into the bones of reality itself. And so, the game continues. The nobles lie. The kings rot. The gods stir. The dead plot. And he—he burns. But even fire is not enough to cleanse this world, for the embers do not die. They scatter, carried by winds that have no master, to be caught in the hands of the next fool who thinks they are strong enough to wield them. There is no hope. No salvation. No final mercy. Only the great unraveling, the long decay, the inevitable ruin. And the jester? The jester does not laugh. For what laughter could exist in a world that has already lost? ****

In a world where nobles wield magic like weapons and commoners are little more than pawns, Priam Lockhart—a sarcastic, pragmatic anti-hero—finds himself reincarnated as the butler to Seraphine de Valois, the ruthless villainess of a dating sim game. Tasked with navigating a treacherous academy filled with scheming nobles, jealous love interests, and a system rigged against him, Priam must use his wit, game knowledge, and hidden talents to survive. But when he crosses paths with Liana Hart, the game’s kind-hearted heroine with a dangerous secret, Priam’s plans for a quiet life unravel. As he works to change Seraphine’s fate and protect Liana from those who would exploit her, he finds himself entangled in a web of political intrigue, betrayal, and romance. With a harem of powerful women vying for his loyalty and a kingdom on the brink of chaos, Priam must decide: will he play the game, or rewrite the rules entirely? Themes: A reluctant hero in a world of villains. Slow-burn romance with a touch of harem politics. High-stakes magic, political intrigue, and epic duels. A witty, overpowered MC who just wants a peaceful life (but never gets it). Perfect for fans of: My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! The Eminence in Shadow Trapped in a Dating Sim: The World of Otome Games is Tough for Mobs

What would you give for what your soul craves? Would you sever an arm to strike a knave? For but a drop upon your dry tongue, what would you trade? Otto, a hunter rotted in rave, Longs for joy, even with ashen chains collar his will. he is a slave … yet time will rust both chains and will..

its henti tentical story man that oonly perverted legends only for the "adults" this is one of my fantasy there are really gory fed up shit in here mc is heavily influence by monster instincts he gets to see some of his wifue he is overpowered in a way here is the small part **Holy moly, is this real? Am I in a fantasy world?** I glanced down at my new form—a writhing mass of dark, glistening tentacles. They sprouted from a central core, each one adorned with small, bioluminescent spots that pulsed with a faint blue light. My body felt powerful yet alien, with a tough, leathery texture and an almost liquid flexibility. I could sense the ability to mutate and change coursing through me. I was god… well, technically, this body was. But who cares? I was moping over my mundane, unsuccessful life, making my eighth fountain, feeling sleepy and dizzy from lack of nutrition. Everybody bullied me, but now I get a second chance. Is this a wonderful dream? Am I in a coma? Am I dead? Does this make me a reincarnator, a transmigrator, or just a delusional dreamer? Whatever it is, I won’t waste a single second trying to comprehend this. I’ll enjoy fulfilling all my fantasies, even if I am or look like a villain. Those bastards who judged me were all well-off in life and wanted to control me.** I’m sure there will be some here too. Yeah, in history, there have been worse people who committed genocides. I’m just seeking pleasure. Why do I feel like a sick bastard, similar to those psycho criminals? No, this is a wonderful dream. I’ll enjoy it, I won’t even make friends if it’s a short span. Even if I’m in a coma, I might die early because of my bitchy stepmom. Okay, back to whatever this is. I took in my surroundings. The place looked like a cross between a temple and a dungeon. Ancient stone walls covered in intricate carvings surrounded me. Magic circles glowed faintly on the floor, and an altar stood in the center, covered in runes and mystical symbols. Slave cages lined the walls, their iron bars rusting but still sturdy. The downside is that a guy before me, a legend, tried to seduce well f* up a saint possessed by a goddess and paid dearly for it. That god cursed this body. He kind of sacrificed himself to the system because he was doing whatever he wanted. So, I can’t fool around because this body is dying and will be reported by a saint. The former host tried to make another body fail-safe, but his soul was dying because of the curse. This body can’t live long, will be hunted, and I can’t control it. Is that it, system? ['Yes.'] [There is a recording by the former host. Would you like to hear it?] --- warning this is a porno not for faint heart there is really disturbing and cruel things in here all characters in here are imagination this is no fanfic or has any link to other stories and all character are above 18 even if they say they are not in any way because they are mature enough to be in the legal age such as vampire elves could look like 16 year old but they are 1000 etc the cover art is not mine if want to remove it contact me

David Harrier was a ruthless small-time gang leader, feared on the streets—until the night he let his guard down. The woman in his bed was a trap, rigged with a bomb by his enemies. She exploded. He died. But death wasn’t the end. He awakens in a nightmarish battle royale where thousands fight for survival under the gaze of the Master of Reincarnation. The rules are simple: Only the top 10 earn a second life. Refusing to kill means ceasing to exist. Your performance determines your talent in your next life. David fights his way through the slaughter, becoming one of the strongest contenders. Then, everything goes dark. When he wakes again, he’s not on Earth anymore. He’s been reborn in a world recovering from an apocalypse, where lords rule over crumbling territories and every person awakens a unique ability at eighteen. Thanks to his past victory, he gains a power like no other—Acceleration, allowing him to bend time itself. Armed with this ability and an evolving gun, he carves his path through war, politics, and abyssal horrors… rising from nothing to become the fastest lord of the apocalypse.

Judy Myers is a rising star in her prestigious law firm, known for her sharp mind and unwavering commitment to justice. At only 29, she’s on the cusp of achieving her lifelong dream: becoming a judge. But her ambitions are thrown into chaos when she’s assigned the most controversial case of her career, a case her firm wants her to lose. Her client, Ethan Carter, is accused of murdering his closest friend in cold blood. The evidence against him seems overwhelming, and his connection to a powerful political organization controlling legislation makes him an easy scapegoat. But as Judy delves deeper into the case, she begins to suspect that Ethan has been framed and that the truth is far more sinister than she could have imagined. Uncovering a web of corruption, blackmail, and murder that reaches the highest levels of power, Judy realizes the case isn’t just about Ethan’s innocence. It’s about exposing an organization that has manipulated the law for decades. Torn between her duty to the truth and the danger of unraveling secrets that could destroy her career and her life, Judy must decide how far she’s willing to go to uphold justice. As the trial unfolds, Judy is tested like never before. Betrayed by her firm, targeted by powerful enemies, and haunted by her growing feelings for her client, she must confront her blind spots in a legal system rigged against the very principles she holds dear. Will Judy risk everything to bring the truth to light, or will the cost of justice prove too high? The Blind Judge is a gripping legal thriller about power, corruption, and the ultimate price of pursuing justice.

Rhys, a guy who wakes up in a vast, snow-covered forest with no memories—only a name and a rusted key. As he searches for answers, he slowly figures out who this guy named "Rhys" truly is. He tries everything to gain his memories back. Will he succeed?

The extraordinaire has disrupted the silence of the world and ever since then, technology has taken a different path. When humans find a path for evolution in the dark, I’ll remove my ribs, burn my heart and burn the midnight oil to become their pioneer. This is the process of a gamer manipulating the world. Mini world of endless fun awaits.

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When Mara Kline returns to her late grandmother’s remote house in Canada to settle its affairs, she expects dust and silence. Instead, she finds a relic of the past—a rotary phone in the attic that inexplicably rings despite being unplugged. Against her better judgment, she answers. On the other end is Ellie, a frightened girl claiming she is hiding somewhere in the very same house—but in 1999. A masked man with a burlap-covered face and a rusted knife is hunting her. At first, Mara dismisses the calls as a cruel prank or a lingering symptom of her childhood trauma. But soon, reality itself begins to shift. Muddy footprints appear on the hardwood floor when no one is there. Familiar objects rearrange themselves into echoes of her past. A fresh scar forms on her arm, mirroring the injuries Ellie describes in real time. The deeper she digs, the more the house tightens its grip, twisting time and memory until past and present blur into one waking nightmare. As the calls grow more desperate, Mara realizes the masked figure may not be a stranger—it may be something far worse: a manifestation of her father’s grief and rage, shaped by loss and twisted by time. Old diaries appear, filled with entries she doesn’t remember writing. Visions of a childhood she thought she had buried claw their way back into her mind. Trapped in a house that refuses to let go, Mara must unravel the truth before she becomes just another ghost of its history. But even if she breaks the cycle, some echoes never truly fade.

Theodore Griffith was a master of Reality. He understood the parallel universe in the form of another reality. He was aware that someone’s wish, story, or pure imagination could give birth to a new reality just like his own. Hence, he planned to find the creator of his reality by roaming among the realities. This time, he entered a new reality connected to several other realities. However, what made him certain the most was that this reality was connected to the person who created his reality. He knew that fact because of the ability he gained in this world. He could actually see people’s comments, allowing him to realize that his entire life and reality were born from a story. “Hehe. You have made a mistake in making me realize this. With the readers on my back, I can force you, the author, to make a plot for us to meet.” Theo said while giggling. “That’s why I’m counting on you guys.” --------- Other Works: 1. Oil Tycoon: Let's Find Oil in a Martial World 2. God of Tricksters (Completed) 3. Gacha Sovereign (Completed) 4. The Magician of Sound (Completed) 5. Reincarnated to Bonk in Another World (Completed)

In a city veiled in oil-stained mist and the dim glow of gaslight, where the grind of steel and the hiss of steam never cease, a man awakens in a body that is not his own. Victor Holloway, an ordinary man from Earth, now walks in the skin of Elias Vayne—a detective whose reputation is built more on deception than achievements, a man who was just murdered for reasons unknown. With fractured memories and an identity that doesn’t quite fit, Victor is drawn into a case stranger than anything he has ever encountered. A murder wiped from existence, with witnesses who speak only in riddles. Yet in this world of secrets and shifting allegiances, greater powers loom beyond mortal schemes. The Churches of the Four Original Gods—ancient institutions of faith, influence, and hidden agendas—watch the game unfold, sometimes as allies, sometimes as immovable obstacles. The deeper he delves, the more he realizes—this world is nothing but a stage, where truth is fluid, and masks are worn by all. There are no certainties, no absolutes, only the game he must now play. Beneath the blackened rain, the whisper of turning gears, and the ever-present haze of smoke, Victor Holloway must embrace the role thrust upon him. A Detective. A Victim. A Liar. A Saviour. A Pactmaker. This is a tale woven from lies and deception. The tale of a Trickster.

In a city veiled in oil-stained mist and the dim glow of gaslight, where the grind of steel and the hiss of steam never cease, a man awakens in a body that is not his own. Victor Holloway, an ordinary man from Earth, now walks in the skin of Elias Vayne—a detective whose reputation is built more on deception than achievements, a man who was just murdered for reasons unknown. With fractured memories and an identity that doesn’t quite fit, Victor is drawn into a case stranger than anything he has ever encountered. A murder wiped from existence, with witnesses who speak only in riddles. Yet in this world of secrets and shifting allegiances, greater powers loom beyond mortal schemes. The Churches of the Four Original Gods—ancient institutions of faith, influence, and hidden agendas—watch the game unfold, sometimes as allies, sometimes as immovable obstacles. The deeper he delves, the more he realizes—this world is nothing but a stage, where truth is fluid, and masks are worn by all. There are no certainties, no absolutes, only the game he must now play. Beneath the blackened rain, the whisper of turning gears, and the ever-present haze of smoke, Victor Holloway must embrace the role thrust upon him. A Detective. A Victim. A Liar. A Saviour. A Pactmaker. This is a tale woven from lies and deception. The tale of a Trickster.

Qingteng Academy, a prestigious boarding school shrouded in perpetual autumn rains, harbors a secret older than its century-old Gothic architecture: every reflection lies. When transfer student Wu Hao discovers claw marks bleeding rust-red warnings beneath his desk—“DON’T TRUST THE WINDOWS”—he’s drawn into a lethal game of distorted realities. His only ally, honor student Meng Qing, hides pulsating scars beneath her bandages and whispers forbidden truths: the school’s mirrors are alive, their silvered surfaces breathing in time with a trapped god. The rules unravel with each chapter: 3-second lag in mirror reflections predicts deaths. 317 rusted keys hidden in cadaver lab jars unlock doors that shouldn’t exist. 7:17 AM, when sunlight fractures through the cracked dormitory windows, resets the campus—erasing victims but not their screams.

In the aftermath of Shadows Protocol, the world remains a perilous landscape of covert missions, political intrigues, and underground conflicts. As tensions between nations escalate, Pakistan’s elite intelligence team, led by the seasoned agent Zayan Malik, faces their greatest challenge yet—a rescue mission fraught with deception, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. It all begins with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of Zayan during a crucial mission in Lebanon. Tasked with intercepting and dismantling joint Israeli and Indian covert operations, the mission ends in catastrophe. A massive explosion rocks the target area, and Zayan is presumed dead, caught in the blast. His team—comprising Ubaid, Irfan, Kashif, and Captain Rizwan—finds themselves reeling from the loss of their leader, grappling with grief, doubt, and a profound sense of betrayal. The mission, which had seemed straightforward, now hangs over them as an unsolved mystery. Ten days pass in an agonizing blur of mourning and frustration until Aaliya, the team’s brilliant intelligence specialist, intercepts a cryptic communication hinting that Zayan might still be alive, held captive in Israel. The faint hope reignites the team’s determination, and Major Hamza, their chief, authorizes a new mission. The stakes are higher than ever as they covertly enter Israel, operating under intense scrutiny and evading a network of traps. However, the trail leads them to nothing—a carefully orchestrated ruse to lure them into enemy territory. Humiliated and disheartened, the team returns home, their trust in the intelligence community shaken, but Aaliya remains unconvinced that this is the end of their search. Months pass with no solid leads until a fragment of intelligence surfaces, pointing towards an oil refinery in the depths of Iraq. The team, though battered by the earlier failure, seizes this opportunity. They gather their equipment, resolve bolstered by the possibility that Zayan might be closer than ever. Major Hamza authorizes the mission, knowing the risks but also understanding that this could be their last chance to save their comrade. The journey to Iraq is fraught with peril, the team navigating hostile terrain, avoiding enemy patrols, and using every trick in their book to remain undetected. Every step they take is a step closer to a potential ambush, but they move with purpose, each of them understanding that this is a mission they cannot afford to fail. The refinery stands in a barren desert, surrounded by armed guards, patrolled by drones, and fortified with defenses. The team moves under the cover of night, taking up positions around the target. Ubaid, Irfan, and Kashif, with the patience of seasoned operatives, wait for the perfect moment to strike. Aaliya monitors the situation from afar, guiding them through the labyrinthine pathways and providing vital surveillance. As dawn approaches, the atmosphere is electric with tension, every sound amplified in the quiet desert night. Suddenly, the operation erupts into a firefight, bullets ricocheting off metal structures and grenades detonating amidst the chaos. The refinery becomes a battlefield, the echoes of gunfire blending with the sounds of the desert. The team pushes forward, cutting through the defenses and leaving a trail of destruction behind them. They know the cost of hesitation—failure means losing Zayan forever, and they are prepared to make any sacrifice necessary. Deep within the refinery’s underground levels, they locate a fortified chamber. The sight inside shocks them—Zayan, their leader, chained and barely conscious, his body bruised and battered from days of captivity. Hope mingles with fury as they realize the true extent of his ordeal. Ubaid, his voice cracking, sends a desperate message back to Major Hamza: "الحمداللہ sir, Zayan is alive and he's with us, but he's badly injured. Mission accomplished."

The sky over Karvess was the color of rust. Thick, swirling dust clouds hung low over the scrap fields, coating everything in a layer of fine, red powder. Jagged heaps of broken metal stretched as far as the eye could see, the discarded bones of an age long past. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a boy named Grant sat atop a gutted transport hull, staring up at the vastness above. "Same old sky," he muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Same old nothing." It had been six years since he'd been left to fend for himself, abandoned in this wasteland of shattered starships and forgotten tech. Six years of scraping by, salvaging parts to trade for food, dodging scavengers meaner and hungrier than he was. But today was different. Today, his life would change forever. A sharp hum filled the air, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hands, buried in the exposed circuitry of a wrecked cockpit, tingled as the old display flickered to life. Then, a voice spoke. -System activated- Hello, user. I am the Star Navigator System. I am at your service. Grant froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t just any old ship AI. Star Navigators were rumored to be relics of the Pre-Imperial Era, capable of piloting ships faster and smarter than any modern system. This... this could be his way out. "Star Navigator System?" Grant echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Huh, maybe I can get into the Academy with this... Or even, create an army!" The screen pulsed with light, scanning him, assessing. Somewhere in its code, something shifted, acknowledging him as its new pilot. And just like that, Grant's future stretched wide before him—wider than the skies, wider than the stars themselves.

Cesare Caruso, a renowned actor and a global superstar, appeared to have it all—fame, fortune, and an impeccable reputation. Yet, hidden beneath the surface was a secret he had guarded for years—he was an Omega. That carefully guarded secret came crashing down in one fateful night, during a glamorous masquerade ball aboard a luxurious cruise ship. Overwhelmed by an unexpected heat cycle, Cesare loses control of himself, devoured by his own desires and falling into the arms of a mysterious Alpha—a reckless moment that changed everything. [Zahir al-Tamid. That’s my name.] To his shock, the Alpha was Zahir—a proud prince from an oil-rich kingdom and an unwelcome figure from Cesare’s past. Worse, that night left Cesare unexpectedly pregnant! Before Cesare could make sense of it all, Zahir made a grand entrance at Cesare’s mansion by helicopter, uninvited, catching the attention of major media outlets around the world, demanding a settlement claiming that Cesare shall be responsible for ‘imprinting’ a royal family like him! “...Seriously, it’s not as if I have a ludicrous $2 billion just lying around, you know.” “Thus, marry me, Cesare.” Pregnancy, imprinting, and a royal marriage proposal—showered by a series of unwanted events, Cesare is desperate to find a way to cut ties with Zahir. But Zahir, stubborn and relentless, has no plans to let go. Can Cesare outrun the tempest, or will it pull him under? #BL #Omegaverse #Obsessive #Crybaby #One-sideLove #Prince #Superior Text copyright ⓒ 2024 by Kim Sol Da All right reserved. The Korean edition was originally written by 김솔다, Korea Translated and Published by We’ve Lab.

Landen Vacheron, heir to a fortune built on oil and ambition, has lived his life as a wealthy playboy, the world bowing to his every whim, thanks to the empire his billionaire father, Colton Vacheron, forged. But as his older brother Vance steps into the role of CEO, Landen begins to see that the true cost of power and privilege is far greater than he ever imagined. Avara Du Pont is a devoted daughter who set aside her own dreams to bolster her father’s political aspirations. Unaware of his dark secrets. When it comes to light, Colton Vacheron offers him a proposition he cannot refuse; a marriage alliance between Avara and Vance, as a way for him to garner more political influence. And Mayor Du Pont will receive a king’s ransom as payment to stave off the shadows spilling into his life. Avara agrees to the fake relationship in order to protect her family from her father's criminal ties.

Lily gulped, it's the 'devil'. She said in her mind with her hands still trembling. Raven picked the phone from the girl's hand, turning it off, he said, "You don't want to do that. Now run along and forget everything that happened here, little girl." His voice low and chilly to the bone. _ _ _ Sunshine Meets Grumpy He's a hitman, a hacker, a serpent slithering through the city's underbelly. Not a hero, not even close. The mafia's ghost in the machine, shadows his only companions. Then, there's her. Bookish, buried in debt and dreams, juggling endless shifts and late-night study sessions. Sunflower yellow amidst the grimy alleys, oblivious to the danger lurking beneath her hopeful smile. "Plain," they call her, "basic." But her light, it's undeniable. One fated night, a muttered curse, a stolen glance. Their worlds, oil and water, are destined to collide. Can sunshine melt the frost around a killer's heart? Or will their tangled destinies ignite a storm that consumes them both?