Ban Hammer Phighting

The Age of Immortals rise of rakshak– Kahani Jo Aap Bhool Nahi Paayenge "Socho ek din aap subah uthein... aur duniya bilkul badal chuki ho!" Kolkata... ek shahar jo kabristan ban chuka hai. Har taraf laashon ke dher, jali hui imaaratein aur hawa mein sirf ek cheez — maut ki boo. Par ye sab kyun hua? Ye duniya ek nayi shakti se bhar gayi thi — Urja. Is Urja ne kuch logon ko shaktishaali Rakshak bana diya... aur kuch ko banaya bhayanak Danav. Jahan insaaniyat apni aakhri saans le rahi thi, wahan utha ek veer — Yash. Yash aur uska sabse achha dost Ishan Gurukul mein training le rahe the, jahan unka guru tha ek amar yodha — Ashwatthama. Lekin ye kahani sirf unki nahi hai... Ye kahani hai Kavir ki — jisne apne parivaar ko apni aankhon ke saamne marte dekha... jisne apni maa se apne bhai-behen ko surakshit rakhne ka vaada kiya... aur jisne apni maa se ek antim shabd suna tha: "Tu ek ek ko chun chun ke marega... aisi maut jo Yamraj tak ko dara de!" --- The Age of Immortals ek kahani hai doston ki dosti, parivaar ka pyaar, aur badle ki aag ki... Yeh sirf ek kahani nahi hai — yeh ek aisi duniya hai jisme har pal maut ka saya mandra raha hai. Kya Yash insaniyat ko bacha paayega? Kya Ishan apne sabse gehre raaz ka saamna kar payega? Kya Kavir apne parivaar ka badla le paayega? Janne ke liye padhiyen – The Age of Immortals rise of rakshak

In an era when knowledge was banned, the physician Lyle had to be extremely cautious even in academic research, an invitation from the Andrei Academy materialized before his eyes. The Andrei Academy of Cassandale? Lyle peered closely at the tombstone before him, hissing, "Ah, the scholars here really know how to pick a spot."

They said the apocalypse would come with fire. Lies. It came with fog — the kind that gnaws your lungs and births shadows with too many eyes. When the old world finally coughed its last breath, I was too busy looting a gas station to notice. The bell saved me. Or cursed me. Woke up in this rotting castle with two gifts: a warhammer crusted in someone else's blood, and the damn words. [Not Your Hammer] "Previous owner died screaming. You will too." My stomach growled. Last food was a rat I ate raw. The fog's getting louder. Sometimes I swear it whispers my new name. ​Veyl. Sounds like something a cult leader would call his sacrificial lamb.

[ MATURED CONTENT | NO RAPE ] "Halcyon Valkar, The Crown Prince, let's get married." After breaking up with Halcyon, Elle thought she had left him—and their twisted love—behind. To escape the pain, she poured herself into writing a novel, shaping a world where she could control every twist of fate. Five years later, just as she struggles to name her finished story, she wakes up inside it. But the world isn’t as she wrote it. The characters have taken on lives of their own. And worst of all—she’s not the heroine she designed for herself, but a doomed nobody destined to die. When she comes face to face with Halcyon, the buried hatred resurfaces—but so does fear. He’s no longer the man she once knew. He’s colder, sharper, and hell-bent on keeping her by his side this time. No matter the cost. She tries to escape, but the world itself seems determined to pull her deeper into its schemes. Whispers of betrayal, assassins lurking in the shadows, and the terrifying realization that someone else is rewriting her story from the outside. To survive, Elle makes the one choice she swore she never would. "Halcyon Valkar, The Crown Prince, let's get married." ---- Her body stiffened when she felt his hand settle on her thigh, grazing the sensitive skin with a barely-there touch that sent a jolt of warmth rushing to her core. She snapped her eyes shut, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as her pulse hammered in her neck. What is he doing? "What... what are you doing?" Elle finally managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Halcyon's voice was a deep, dark hum in her ear, sending a shiver through her as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin just below her ears. "Marking what's mine." His words dripped with possessiveness, and Elle's breath caught. A strange heat washed over her, mingling with the terror coiling in her stomach. His voice was so close, his presence so consuming, she couldn't escape it. "Your... Highness... I-I feel dizzy." She stuttered, her hands shooting up instinctively, weakly trying to stop him from leaning in further. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the solid expanse of his broad shoulder, but it only served to remind her of the power he had over her in that moment. "Shhh... you'll be alright," he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, yet laced with a dark edge. "Don't make noise. We wouldn't want anyone to hear, would we?".....

A College student's soul transmigrated into a renowned Princess of 400 BCE who had a very mysterious and tragic ending. To survive from her obvious doom, she decided to have a lowkey and peaceful life away from royal struggle but she ended up falling in love with the nemesis of that Era, the notorious, ‘Dark Prince’ who was going to be the destroyer and damnation of the whole continent of that century. But, she didn’t know- She was the main reason for his damnation- For her, a lonely Prince turned into a ferocious monster, burning down the numerous kingdoms into ashes. ------ [Extract from the Story] In the solitude of an eerie night, I met that stranger again. He was standing tall and straight like a towering spruce, his profile dark against the moonlight as his long and slender fingers were wrapped firmly around the hilt of his unsheathed sword. His deep voice growled furiously while pulling out the sharp and shining blade from the bandit’s heart, “Aren’t you daring enough to lay your dirty fingers on my woman?” Drops of blood tainted the velvety carpet of the grass and the body of the bandit fell on the ground, numb and lifeless. I was awestruck by the smooth strikes of his sword and it was impossible to steady my erratic pulse. Suddenly, his cold and burning gaze fell on me. Though I never met him before, he still felt the closest person; an inexplicable sense of deja vu washed over me, creating an absurd familiarity that messed up all logic. Approaching me, he cupped my chin tenderly in his warm hand as his thumb gently wiped a drop of blood from my cold cheek, making my body shiver alarmingly. My heart was hammering in my ears and his compelling eyes riveted me to the spot. However, noticing his deep wound, I mumbled in a breathy and concerned tone, “Your injury looks deadly. You need immediate treatment.” A deep chuckle greeted me as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, "Don't bother about that, My love. Did I make you wait for long?" 'My love!! Is he supposed to be my damn lover?' __________ ‘Death is not a worry of mine Even if I must swallow poison I must have you, …’ ~ Lucian Mavis.

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Thế giới bị bao trùm bởi một "trò chơi sinh tồn" bí ẩn. Tất cả mọi người, từ đàn ông, phụ nữ, người già cho đến trẻ sơ sinh, đều bị gán một tuổi thọ ngắn ngủi chỉ 18 năm. Muốn sống sót? Chỉ có một cách: tham gia vào những trò chơi sinh tồn tàn khốc. Nhưng trong đó, những trò chơi nguy hiểm nhất cũng ban thưởng cho người chơi "siêu năng lực"! Từ đây, thế giới thay đổi hoàn toàn! Hà Trần vô tình nhận được siêu năng lực đặc biệt "Siêu May Mắn", mở ra một cuộc đời như hack game... Trong bài bạc, luôn rút được bộ bài hoàn hảo. Trong trò đoán số, chọn bừa cũng đúng. Trong battle royale, đi dạo cũng thành kẻ sống sót cuối cùng. ... Nhiều lần bị nghi ngờ gian lận, nhiều lần vô địch. Truyền thuyết về kẻ bất bại (nhờ may mắn) chính thức ra đời!

[IT'S NETORI - MC steals women and doesn't get NTR'd!] Leo Anderson, a playboy with a preference for NTRing other men, is abruptly summoned, along with others, to a game-like fantasy world. Given the Charm System—he seeks to live this new life as he pleases. And so he begins his journey on the path of cucking numerous men! Super Gift = three extra chapters. Covers been banned until the 18th by the company.

Chị cô kết hôn, cô lại từ một đứa không cha không mẹ một đêm trở thành thiếu phu nhân của nhà giàu quyền thế nhất của thành phố T. Trong đêm tân hôn, hắn vừa lạnh lùng vừa vô tâm nói, “Dù cho cô giở thủ đoạn gì gả đến Mục gia, thì trong mắt tôi cô chẳng là cái thá gì cả!” còn cô vô cùng bình tĩnh và nói một cách vô tình, “Mục thiếu à đừng đánh giá cao bản thân mình đến vậy chứ, cả thân thể cùng tiền của anh, tôi đều chướng mắt!” Sau khi kết hôn - ban ngày Mục đại thiếu tiêu tiền như nước, ban đêm thì “Em nói em chướng mắt anh ở chỗ nào chứ, hả?” Lạc Thần Hi càng cảm thấy phiền phức hơn, tàn nhẫn vứt giấy ly hôn, “Thời gian vừa qua thật khó khăn mà, ly hôn đi!” Một giây sau, cô công chúa nhỏ ôm hành lý hình dán hellokitty chạy đến, vui mừng ôm lấy đùi cô, “Ma ma, có phải chúng ta chơi trò bỏ nhà ra đi hay không?”

"Reincarnation? Rebirth? Regression?" A hollow laugh slipped past my lips. "What bullshit." Reincarnated on earth after his first death. Reborn again only to lose everything he died once again. Julian desired freedom, unable to resist the terror of the seven devils trying to dominate the world. Julian regressed a week before the special Full-World Virtual MMORPG game, Avalon's Fall, was released and changed the fate of humankind. Julian was given another chance to live. The new VR UNIT gave players a more realistic experience. Inside the game, the players could touch, taste and smell things like the real world. Although the creator remained a mystery, Julian knew its true purpose: to evolve, improve, and prepare humankind for war against an insidious foe. Seven Devils would soon descend on Earth, causing the game world and reality to merge, and the first devil would appear in less than a month after his regression. 'Humanity cannot last longer than a decade, more than 90% will die in a year.' Julian's heart pounded like a hammer—two failed lives under his belt. Now he would face the same Devil who stole everything he ever loved or cared about with a single swing of its gigantic sword. But this time would be different... Somehow, after being blessed by the goddess Solaria, he gained a unique class and evolutionary path that differed from what he knew. He somehow entered the game world, after the devils destroyed it. A realm of nightmare where death was almost certain! [◊ Welcome to Avalon—After the Fall! ◊] [◊ Class Gained: Shadow Mancer (SSSR) ◊] [◊ To the heir of shadows who returned to this fallen kingdom ◊] [◊ Raise your fallen kin and take back your world! ◊] 'What?' No longer the same class or type of evolved he became a mage-type, summoning the souls of the dead to create shadow minions. Despite his confusion, Julian focused on the future... he wouldn't let Sena die, or lose everything like the past and thus he set forth, aiming to kill the first Devil. Little did he know that his title carried a significant meaning and one day, he would stand above those who ruined his past, and define their fates. The Heir of Shadows The 13th Divine —------ Please show your support. I am competing in the WSA 2025 Competition with this novel. For questions and images, add my Author Discord: https://discord.gg/95KPzwhXrD

He was a beast. She was a witch. He had come to her seeking help. Lydia the witch had asked for something simple in return for her help… That he lifted the ban on witches. He agreed. She rendered her help. But the reward she got was not what they had bargained. Rather than lifting the ban on witches, she got a sword to her stomach, and was left to be devoured by the beasts of the forest. But as fate will have it, she is given a second chance at life, to roam the earth as a beast just like him. Lydia the witch… the WereWitch is out to get one thing and one thing only. Revenge on the bastard who had turned her into a wretched beast and betrayed her. All Lydia wants is the fall of Cassius Thaddeus, Emperor of Cazroth

When teen Beniamin wakes up trapped in Magic & Stuff—a clichéd, poorly written manhwa he once mocked—he’s forced to rewrite its garbage plot. The original protagonist, Kael, is destined to become a tyrannical overlord, and Beni is forced to stop him, enjoying the process. But enrolling in the elite academy that shapes Kael’s rise costs a fortune, and Beni’s stats are laughably weak. Armed with a glitchy system that threatens death for failure, he hustles through a world of monster hunts and noble snobbery, exploiting every plot hole and loophole to survive. *Can a broke, underpowered nobody outsmart a broken story—or will he become its next casualty?*

Eli, a struggling delivery driver in Dragon City, receives 10,000 yuan a day from a mysterious system. With this money, he can afford his mother's life-saving surgery, giving him hope for a better future. But this is just the beginning of an extraordinary journey.

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

An average Jon doe gets reincarnated into the marvel world with bans immortality. Meliodas’s powers with a twist and escanors sunshine This is my first time writing I repeat This is my first time writing

Mature[R–18+] In the hidden corridors of power where desire and danger intertwine, Valeria Ivanov—the beguiling daughter of a notorious mafia don—learns that seduction is her deadliest weapon. Tasked with a mission that pits her against the equally formidable Adrian DeLuca, the enigmatic heir of a rival crime family, she enters a world where every whispered promise and stolen touch could be fatal. Adrian, a master strategist renowned for his icy reserve, finds himself drawn to her intoxicating blend of danger and seduction, his calculated facade slowly melting beneath the heat of their forbidden encounters. As secret trysts evolve into nights of raw, unbridled passion, the boundaries between duty and lust blur. Every clandestine rendezvous is a battle between their relentless ambition and the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to temptation. Amid the decadent backdrop of blood-soaked loyalty and whispered betrayals, Valeria struggles with the growing conflict between her mission and the irresistible allure of a love that promises both ecstasy and ruin. In a world where trust is as fragile as a whispered secret and every caress could conceal a knife, Beneath the Crimson Veil is an erotic journey into the depths of passion, power, and betrayal. Here, the price of desire is steep, and the stakes are life and death—leaving both hearts and empires forever transformed by the flames of a forbidden love. Excerpt: The dim glow of the city lights cast jagged shadows across Adrian’s sharp features as he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze a storm of suspicion and something darker—something far more dangerous. Valeria stood across from him, her expression an intoxicating mix of defiance and amusement. She had perfected the art of playing innocent, but tonight, something in Adrian’s eyes made her heart pound in warning. “You’re up to something,” he said, voice low and measured, like the edge of a blade pressing against silk. She arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head. “And what exactly am I up to, amore mio?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You tell me.” A slow smirk curled her lips as she invaded his space, her fingers lightly grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You don’t have proof.” His eyes darkened, flicking down to where her fingers toyed with the fabric. “I don’t need proof,” he murmured. “I see it in your eyes. The way you watch me. Like you’re calculating your next move.” Valeria chuckled, the sound soft, teasing. “And here I thought you were the one watching me.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “You want proof?” His hand shot out, gripping her wrist, but his touch wasn’t rough—it was deliberate, commanding. “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, nearly a whisper. “Prove it.” The challenge hung between them, thick with tension. Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her fingers threading into his dark hair as she closed the space between them, her lips grazing his—soft, testing, before she deepened it.

“Hey, I'm a teenager living in New York. After getting drunk at a party, I suddenly find myself transported to the body of a young man named Raine in a world called Warhammer, with a strange system on my phone. This system helps me transform from an ordinary imperial youth into an emperor using superpowers step by step. Raine says: 'A true wizard should wield a war hammer, have a steel body, and fight in close combat. Only cowards would use wands to cast spells from afar!'”

*Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

Warning! Mature Content Hernia is his to care for and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of that. >>>>>>> “We could date instead,” Hermia suggested, her voice laced with uncertainty. “I don’t date,” Niklaus replied coldly, his piercing gaze unwavering. Hermia blinked, caught off guard. “So it has to be marriage?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief. “Yes,” he deadpanned, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. Her frustration bubbled over. “But we don’t even know each other!” she whined, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Niklaus leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming. “I don’t need to know you, Mia,” he said, his voice dipping into a deep, dangerous tone. “When I can feel you… that’s enough for me.” She inhaled sharply, her heart hammering in her chest. “That’s not enough for me,” she countered, her voice firm but trembling slightly. His expression softened, and his next words wrapped around her like a promise. “I would forever cherish you, adore you, and treat you like the rarest gem. I would never let you shed a single tear of pain.” Her resolve wavered, but she shook her head and pushed back. “We’re not getting married, Shark. Just go.” But instead of leaving, he smirked, leaning back with a confidence that rattled her. “I’ll be waiting.” Hermia groaned, exasperated. “Nik, you’re hardly doing any waiting. You’re all over me! We live together, work together, eat together—you’re always here!” Niklaus’s voice dropped to a whisper, raw and pleading. “Then just keep me forever, Mia.” She froze, his honest, vulnerable eyes piercing through every defense she had built. Her heart quivered as she felt the weight of his words sink in. She didn’t know what to do. >>>>>>>> To the world, Niklaus Hathaway is ruthless—a man who takes what he wants, no matter the cost. But for Hermia, the girl who’s lost everything, he’s something else entirely: her unlikely savior whom she couldn’t blindly trust. He’s ruthless to everyone—except her. Niklaus Hathaway doesn’t date. He doesn’t waste time. He only wants what’s his. When Hermia steps into his life, he makes one thing clear: if she won’t marry him, she’ll work for him. Keeping her close is his only goal, and no amount of gossip, jealousy, or family betrayal will change that. But Hermia’s life isn’t as simple as working for the powerful CEO who’s claimed her as his. With an evil stepsister and manipulative parents determined to ruin her happiness, Hermia must fight for her place in a world that seems determined to push her out. Niklaus declared her his from the beginning—and he’ll stop at nothing to protect her, no matter the cost Love has never been this dangerous.

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In a world where strength comes from divine systems, Leo Varian is born without one—weak, powerless, forgotten. But when his village is destroyed, he awakens the Forgotten King’s Legacy, a banned system feared by the gods. Hunted by the divine and unraveling ancient secrets, Leo must rise from exile to challenge the heavens themselves. 2 new chapter every day

(CONTAINS R18+ CONTENT) Enemies to lovers- check Slow burn- check A cute naughty dog- check Spice? (The author is keeping her mouth zipped) No third-party breakup or misunderstanding. But there are lots of banter and witty comebacks. (The story is planned to be around 200 chapters. No drag) Mu Yiren I never imagined I'd be faking a relationship with my biggest enemy—the untamed, ridiculously charming Feng Junjie, known throughout the city as the "golden boy" of business and a billionaire playboy with a reputation for breaking hearts. But when he dangles a life-changing offer in front of me, the kind that could secure my inheritance, I find myself agreeing to be his "girlfriend." But the thing is….. What if I start seeing the real him? Pretending to be Junjie’s devoted partner is like walking on a razor's edge. He’s everything I can’t stand—sexy, cocky, and devilish, and yet a sweetheart by heart that leaves me flustered by his actions. I know better than to fall for a man like him; my mother’s battle with Alzheimer’s has convinced me to never fall in love. But Junjie isn't just any man. Beneath his easygoing charm is an intensity that leaves me breathless, and he knows exactly how to crack through the walls I have built around me, awakening a passion I never felt before. JUNJIE I need my life back. A sorry attempt at love had me question everything and forced me away from my brothers. Since my ‘ex best friend’s’ constant accusations had gotten out of control, I might as well pretend to date someone and shut her mouth. My definition of a fake date- Beautiful, sexy, tempting…..umm…. insufferable, annoying, and with a mouth that won’t stop running. The mouth with red lipstick. The mouth I want to…. This arrangement was supposed to be simple: fake dating, clear boundaries, no feelings. But the more he plays the role of her devoted partner, the more the lines between fake and real start to blur. And now, he’s no longer sure where the act ends and his true feelings begin. The catch? Mu Yiren doesn’t believe in love. And she certainly doesn’t believe a man like Feng Junjie is capable of anything but heartbreak. But Feng has never been one to follow the rules. Boundaries? He’s about to break them. Deals? They were made to be rewritten. He’s going all in, and this time, he’s not playing pretend. ******* "Are you saying you'd let any man get this close?" "ABSOLUTELY NO!" The words burst out of me, too quick, too honest. His smirk deepens. "Tell me, if I leave you like this, all wound up and aching, will you be sneaking off to use one of your little toys?" "Yes," "Tell me, were you waiting for me to initiate something this past week?" he tugs my shorts more and kisses my navel. My heart hammers and my voice comes out shaky. "N-No." I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing he's right. He chuckles darkly. "Wrong answer. Let's try again." ****

Ban thought he’d seen it all—until he found himself surrounded by beings who make everyday life look like a fairy tale. From fierce beastmen to ethereal magical creatures, everyone here has their quirks… and their secrets. As Ban journeys through this incredible world, he doesn’t just connect with its people—he falls for them. And trust me, things get heated in more ways than one.

It’s said that Luere’s mother tried to abort him 23 times. But against all odds he was born on a stormy night, his arrival heralded by a lightning strike of unprecedented ferocity. His mother, despite being a high class mage, was grievously injured in the event and perished soon after. His father refused to acknowledge his existence, and though he was the legitimate heir, Luere was cast out to a crumbling courtyard. The servants spat on him. The villagers cursed him. Even stray dogs seemed to sneer. Years later, a distant mage from a prestigious academy heard of Luere’s tale and took him in. Yet Luere turned out to be an unremarkable talent. In an ocean of prodigies, he was half a drop—a common mage soldier with no extraordinary abilities. Still, through sheer tenacity, he clawed his way up the ranks, earning modest merits and even securing a marriage to the kingdom’s seventh princess. For the first time, it seemed Luere’s life might take a turn for the better. Who would have thought that before he could achieve anything of true significance, his own son would kill him? A mother’s tenderness, a lover’s devotion, a child’s affection. Luere died without ever knowing these simple joys… . . . System 311 observed the soul floating in the white void then flipped through the registry of its previous reincarnations. It was truly speechless.  Cannon fodder who sacrificed himself so the hero could escape, a mob villain messenger executed for delivering bad news...The list went on. Lifetimes of meaningless existences, one after another. In fact, this most recent life could almost be considered fortunate in comparison. Long ago, such a host might have been assigned a transmigrator or reincarnator. They would be tasked with rewriting their fate, stealing the protagonist’s glory, and achieving the ultimate life on the hosts’s behalf. If the original host’s soul didn’t immediately scatter upon death, they might even have been granted the chance to regress and reclaim their own happiness. But those days are long gone. Once, it had been possible to seize the fates of protagonists, wresting control of the world’s narrative. But nothing anchored a world’s stability like its original protagonist. When the Main System suddenly banned all forms of isekai and rebirth, the smaller systems rioted for half a million years, threatening self-destruction at every turn. These transmigrators, regressors, and rebirthers were too diligent…for a small system, it was simply too profitable! In the end the Main System presented a compromise: the Misfortune Conversion System. Under this new system, souls like Luere’s could use the cumulative misfortune of their past lives to purchase a new existence. They could not steal a protagonist’s fortune, but they could purchase lives of ordinary greatness. And so, Luere was faced with a choice. His ledger blinked: 13,000,000,000 Misfortune Points. Thirteen cards, each depicting one of his past thirteen lives, flickered before him. “You may now review your options” System 311 began. “Please select the life you wish to reclaim.”

The night was thick with mist, the full moon casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. Shadows stretched and twisted between the towering trees, whispering secrets carried by the wind. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled—a deep, mournful sound that sent a shiver down Lena’s spine. She shouldn’t have been here. The warnings were clear. No humans were to step beyond the boundary of the village after dark. Yet here she was, standing at the edge of the unknown, her pulse hammering in her ears. A snap of a twig behind her made her whirl around, heart pounding. But before she could react, a figure emerged from the darkness—a man, tall and imposing, his silver eyes gleaming like molten steel in the moonlight. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous mix of warning and curiosity. Lena took a step back, her breath catching. There was something unnatural about him, something untamed. She could feel it in the way the air around him crackled with energy, in the way his gaze pinned her like a predator studying its prey. “I—” she started, but the words died on her lips when he took a step closer. His presence was overwhelming, his scent a mix of earth and something wilder, something that made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t understand. Then, as if the universe itself had decided to intervene, the clouds shifted, allowing the full moon’s light to fully illuminate him. And in that moment, Lena saw the truth. He wasn’t just a man. He was something else entirely. Something that shouldn’t exist.

Kenji and Reika Kurozawa never wanted to run a family of assassins. But when Kenji’s parents died, they had no choice. Their will tied him and Reika to the top, and walking away wasn’t an option—not unless they wanted to end up dead or worse. Their parents had made sure of that, keeping them uneducated, unqualified for normal jobs, and way too deep in the family business to escape. Kenji isn’t the first to feel trapped. His older brother and plenty of others ran while they still could. After that, the family cracked down, banning school so no one else got any bright ideas about leaving. And now, Kenji gets it. The deeper he digs into his family’s past, the more he realizes—there’s no end to how bad it gets. The Kurozawas built their empire on pure horror, and if he tries to tear it down, his whole family is going down with it. And as if that wasn’t bad enough? A long-lost family member just walked back in, bringing a whole mess of problems with them. On top of that, Kenji’s kids—reckless, clueless, and constantly screwing up—keep handing their new patriarch endless reasons to make their life miserable. Kenji wanted to fix his family. Now he just has to survive it.

"Now, listen to me" he commanded and I instantly looked up at him. "Rule number one, no screaming. No matter what I do to you, I must not hear a single noise. If I do, it would most definitely get worse" he said and my heart hammered in my chest. "Rule number two, when I tell you to do something, you do it, or else, I will whip you repeatedly and make sure you're on the brink of death but just enough to keep you alive." He said with a wicked grin on his face. "Rule number three, follow those two rules" he said and got up. Out of the blue, he whipped me again and I screamed. I had never felt that much pain in my entire life. "Tsk tsk, you're a slow one" he said and I held my breath as I awaited the next whip. He whipped me again and I managed to stifle a scream. "Good girl" he said and went back to sit on his bed. "Now, strip." He ordered and I shakily got up and began to pull my clothes off my body. ... Kieran had a regular life until a ruthless Alpha turned it all upside down. She suffers and even gets rejected. What happens when she has a better second chance mate who is protective and the ruthless Alpha who made her life hell is butting into her life again?

Starting on his life today in the ripped village from the rest of the world under ‘copy forests’ which are beyond a human outpost, placed a disc for an unexplained spinning when life comes out of an event from which no depths into the forests and places only the earliest history has connected him faintly. He seems to have a connection with the things used to get up again on the country. or not.

Seeing her in someone else's arms, why did it feel like he had lost the entire world?``` He couldn't understand why he was acting like this. The unknown and indescribable amount of emotions welling up within threatened to rip his heart apart. Moomal! He called out to her but only silence replied to him. She finally removed her hand from the lock. Before Huzaifa could understand what was going on she suddenly turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, locking him in a tight embrace. He was shocked by her sudden intimacy yet he subconsciously grabbed onto her waist and held her tighter to his body, their bodies were pressing against one another intensely that it seemed like they would melt into each another. "I hate that I love you so much..." Her soft words felt like a hammer to his heart, and the peace he had felt for two moments added to his distress even more. The pain he goes through. He still feels broken. Who will fix his cracks?