Arale Slump

Charlie is a nobody. In the small, forgettable town of Maplewood, Charlie barely exists. His days are spent in a haze of lethargy, slumped on a basement couch that smells faintly of regret. His body, soft and bloated, seems to mirror the weight of his apathy—a monument to years of bad decisions and the crushing inertia of laziness. His parents look at him with disappointment, his classmates avoid him like a bad smell, and the girls, even the kind ones, can barely disguise their pity. He’s bullied, mocked, and ignored, but Charlie doesn’t care. Not really. Or so he tells himself. Until one day, a moment so small and humiliating it shouldn’t matter tears open the carefully constructed wall of indifference he’s built around himself. For the first time in years, Charlie feels something stir deep inside—a spark of something raw, terrifying, and undeniable. Then, one night, everything changes. A system appears, a voice in his mind that speaks of transformation, power, and redemption. It offers him a choice: to stay as he is and sink deeper into the void of his existence, or to rise—literally—and reshape himself, body and soul. The system promises him a path, but it won’t be easy. To shed the weight of his old self, Charlie must first face the physical and emotional burdens he’s carried for so long. The path is brutal, filled with trials that test his mind, body, and spirit. But as Charlie begins to claw his way out of the pit of mediocrity, he discovers a world beyond Maplewood—a world of incredible challenges, impossible bodies, and a system that rewards transformation. The ultimate prize? A body forged by effort, determination, and resilience—a body of iron, plasma, and even the golden brilliance of the sun. But each step comes with its own cost, and the system’s promises may hide more than they reveal. Can Charlie rise above the weight of his past, or will the weight of the world crush him once and for all?

The sky smelled different. When Li Xiu opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was not the sky’s brightness or the canopy of unfamiliar leaves above him, but the scent—earthy, humid, sharp like crushed bark and smoke. Then came the pain. A dull ache pulsed behind his temples, like someone had struck him with a rock. He sat up groggily, wincing as dizziness made his vision swim. His hands were small. His arms—thin. His feet bare, caked with dried mud. He looked down at his body. It was… wrong. Too small. Too light. Like the limbs of a malnourished child. And then, the memories hit. Not his memories. Not all at once, but in fragments—mud huts and fire pits, cold streams and stone knives. A hunting spear too heavy to lift. A group of children laughing and shouting, calling him names in a tongue that he somehow understood. “Mu,” they called him. “Grass-Eater.” “Idiot.” “The one who spits meat.” Li Xiu clutched his head, panting. This wasn’t a dream. He had died. Or perhaps not quite died—but his body was gone. Left behind in some sterile lab, slumped over a desk cluttered with microgrid diagrams and empty coffee cups. And now, somehow, he had awoken in this world—no, in this body. The village was already awake. Smoke curled from cooking fires, and the scent of roasted meat drifted from the central pit. Women with painted faces stirred thick broth in stone pots. Men returned from the morning hunt dragging the carcass of something that looked like a cross between a deer and a boar, its tusks nearly as long as a man’s arm. A tall man—broad-shouldered, dark-eyed—spotted him and sneered. “Mu,” he barked, tossing something at his feet. A hunk of half-raw meat. “Eat, before the dogs do it for you.” Li Xiu stared at the meat, throat dry. It stank. He could see flies already gathering at the edges, and the fat was still twitching from leftover nerve reflexes. His stomach turned. He remembered, vaguely, that Mu—the original owner of this body—had always refused meat. Or more precisely, his body had refused it. Sensitive digestion. Vomiting. Nausea. The tribe believed it was weakness. Uselessness. A soul not worth calling back from the womb. But the original Mu hadn’t been able to explain it. Li Xiu could. He understood the importance of balance, of nutrition, of edible plants rich in minerals. He remembered how certain roots could be dried into powder, how leaves could be used to prevent infection. But in this world, none of that mattered. Meat was the food of warriors. Meat was the gift of the gods. Chewing leaves? That was for deer. Or worse, for idiots like him. Still, hunger gnawed at him. He turned from the meat and wandered toward the outer edge of the village, where the moss grew thick and the children rarely played. He crouched by a familiar patch of herbs—low-growing stalks with broad, silvery leaves. He recognized the scent: wild yarrow. Good for digestion. Slightly bitter. Edible. He plucked a handful and chewed thoughtfully, ignoring the whispers that followed him. “There goes the grass-boy again.” “Is he even human?” “He must be cursed.” Li Xiu didn’t reply. He sat on a flat stone beside the creek, watching the water ripple past, chewing slowly. His mind, though disoriented, remained sharp. This body might be young, small, and weak—but it had survived. For years. Alone in a tribe that mocked it. Somehow, Mu had lived with nothing but plants and scraps, instincts, and a strange sense of calm. And now, Li Xiu had inherited all that. He looked down at his stained hands, then at the huts in the distance, smoke curling against the morning sky. This wasn’t the life he had planned. But maybe… just maybe… It was a life he could rebuild. Not through hunting. Not through violence or brute strength. But through something far more enduring. Knowledge. And if all he had, for now, were weeds and roots and a brain full of engineering theory— Then so be it. The idiot boy who ate grass would

Farion was the son of Alden and Selene. Alden, a man driven by an insatiable curiosity for the world's unsolved mysteries, was married to Selene, a woman gifted with the rare ability to perceive energies invisible to ordinary eyes. One day, they ventured into an ancient ruin and discovered a strange black box resting atop an altar-like pedestal. “Honey, is the energy coming from here?” Alden asked softly. “Yes… from the box,” Selene murmured. Alden, handling it with the utmost care, slowly opened the box. Suddenly, a burst of blue light, laced with inky blackness, surged from the box. Alden recoiled, stunned. Before he could make sense of it, the light struck Selene in the abdomen. Alden’s body moved before his mind could catch up—he spun around, instinctively shielding her. “Honey!” he cried, his voice cracking with terror. Selene slumped the instant the light touched her, collapsing lifelessly into his arms. Consumed by worry, Alden stared at Selene’s face, sweat dripping down his brow. Without a second thought, he cradled her and ran—back to their lodgings, back to safety

I was betrayed by the person I loved the most. Her cold gaze remains etched into my chest, a stinging memory that haunts me. Everything we once shared seems to have meant nothing to her. I often wonder: did it really have to come to this? The answer lies in the sword pierced through my chest, a cruel reminder as I face the empty gaze of the one who is supposed to be the love of my life. With every step I take towards her, kneeling and struggling to get up, pain courses through my body like poison. Every movement feels like endless agony; my senses fade and darkness begins to cloud my vision. I take what remains of my sword, a useless piece of metal, and get close enough to stab her chest. With my last strength, I whisper, “I hope that if there is an afterlife, I never fall in love again…” Two bodies lie slumped, a man and a woman, trapped in a tragic fate.

(Main Story) Five years ago, the Great Deity chose a hero as The Arbiter of the World’s Fate. While the Alliance of the Nine Magic Academies searches for a hidden candidate, Kana Adele de Arale, a cursed concubine’s daughter, lives in seclusion, unaware of the great destiny that awaits her. Until one day, a magical incident reunites her with a shadowy figure named Eurth—who claims to be The Great Deity. Remembering her Japanese high school years, Kana told that her world was about to end. As a last hope, she must solve the cursed riddle written inside the Soul Book, a mysterious record that will randomly show the future as a dream. Destruction is imminent, and only you can save it. But— “Why me?!” Curse. The past. Hatred. The ruin. ‘She will transcend her limits as a destined creation.’

[R18 warning] “Where do you think you are going?”Nash asks pulling Liana back and pushing her into the wall . Liana glares at him “None of your business,Mr. Hallox.Let go of me” Nash chuckle darkly and leans in closer “You dare show this attitude to me after rubbing another guy into my face?Letting you go?Never!” Liana puts her hand on his chest ,trying to push him away but he doesn’t bulge.He wraps his hand around her waist and pulls her close . “What the hell do you want,Nash?You didn’t want me so i left your world .So why are you being like this now?”Liana asks feeling tired as she slumps in his arms. Nash bowed his head and kissed her neck softly “My world is you ,Liana.I messed up but i will make everything right.I will chase after you until you feel satisfied,love.But you have to give me a chance .Dont run away from me like this.I promise,i will make it up to you.” Feeling angry from his words Liana stomped hard on his foot and he hissed in pain. His arms around her loosened and she got away from him “Live your life and let me live mine,Mr.Hallox.I have moved on and i certainly dont have any plan to look back”Liana says looking at him coldly. Nash strides towards her with anger visible on his face “Moved on?Who did you move on with?That Loser Jake?!” He grabs her nape and pulls her close. “Fuck Nash!Have you become a thug or what?!Why the hell are you grabbing me again and again ?”Liana says trying to get out of his hold. “Liana,this is the first and last warning i am giving you.”he says and leans in closer . “If i see Jake anywhere near you or if i find out that you contacted each other,i will make sure to destroy his life and everything that he has.I will pull him down from his fucking empire to the road and leave him with nothing ”he whispers in her ears. Liana’s eyes widen in shock as her heart is beating wildly in her chest. But her shock is short lived as suddenly her mouth is covered by a hunger pair of possessive lips and a pair of strong hands start to roam her body and grope her . ~~~~ After four years of marriage,Liana was still unable to melt her husband’s heart.One day,she hears him promise his childhood sweetheart that he will divorce her. Gathering whatever self respect was left,she divorces him and goes away . When she comes back after 3 years,she is the ceo of a powerful company and daughter of the richest family.But whats more surprising is that,she has a child with her and that child looks like her..ex husband?! Her husband becomes crazy after finally finding her and offers to get married again.But he gets ignored by the billionaire heiress. When he finally finds out about the child,he pesters his ex wife to get together again. But what shocks Liana more is how obsessed he has became with her. He stalks her ,beats up anyone who tries to get close to her and pampers her like crazy.Moreover,it seems like he has gotten addicted to her body?!

Am rewriting the first 49 chapters read it o"Leo's innocence n good novel pink Petals was shattered the day he witnessed a horror he could never forget which he wished so badly his innocent eyes didn’t witness . His elder brother, once a guiding light, plunged a knife into their father's chest, and walked away with a chilling smile. Leo, still a child, was frozen in terror, his playful nature replaced with a haunting dread. He hid in the shadows, his camera still rolling, capturing the sinister act. As the brother vanished, Leo crept out from under the table, his legs trembling like leaves. He approached his father, whose eyes pleaded for silence. "Dad, what happened? Should I call for help? You're bleeding...you look so sick." His father's voice was barely audible, but the urgency was clear. "Leo, listen carefully. The safe...it's yours now. Only your fingerprint can open it. Never let anyone near it. The truth you seek, it's all inside. When your grandfather comes, go with him, take the safe, and leave with him. Protect it with your life." With those final words, his father's eyes glazed over, and he slumped back in his chair, leaving Leo alone with the weight of a dark secret." a slow peace novel love burning within umm hope you would love it coz am inlove with it already love you future readers

“ALERT: Boss’s Instagram just dropped! Caption: ‘Turns out love’s harder to balance than a quarterly report.’ Location: 24/7 bodega with a six-pack.’” The office group chat explodes as Lila Carter slumps on her couch, trying to console her best friend Mia, who’s just been dumped. To lift Mia’s spirits, Lila swipes open Instagram, tapping her boss’s post: “Look at Ethan Voss—Harvard MBA, Wall Street golden boy, face that belongs on GQ covers, bank account thicker than the Fed’s reports. Even he gets his heart broken. You’re not the problem, Mia. That guy’s just blind.” Mia’s tear-streaked face freezes. “Wait… why’d you like this?” Lila’s phone nearly slips from her fingers. It wasn’t schadenfreude—how was she supposed to know? Last night, at 3 a.m., she’d been editing Ethan’s merger docs when his voice note popped up: “Carter, I think I just got dumped.” As his executive assistant of three years, she’d replied with a confused “?”—only for him to delete it seconds later. This morning’s bodega post? She’d hit “like” not to mock, but to check if he was actually okay. A “professional courtesy,” she’d told herself. But Ethan, sitting on the bodega curb in a rumpled suit, staring at his beer can, sees her name in the likes. He chuckles darkly, the streetlamp catching the shadow under his eyes. “So my EA thinks my heartbreak’s a joke, huh?” That’s when the chaos starts. Ethan begins “retaliating” in ways that blur the line between boss and… whatever this is: dragging Lila to a “Heartbreak Expo” as his “emotional consultant,” making her appraise his ex’s “vintage couple’s watches” (which he definitely doesn’t care about), and at the team retreat, grabbing a mic to announce, “Heard someone enjoys my misery? Let’s see how she likes this—I’m better at chasing you than closing deals.” Lila’s finally forced to admit the truth: that “like” wasn’t just a click. It was the crack in a dam she’d built over three years—from the night she’d shielded him from a client’s whiskey-fueled rant, to the mornings he’d left her a hot coffee (black, no sugar) on her desk, to the time she’d cried over a failed project and he’d said, “I’ve got you” (quickly adding, “The team. I’ve got the team”). Now, with Instagram likes as evidence and Ethan’s “revenge” revealing more than he intends, Lila’s about to learn: some mistakes—like a single “like” on a heartbreak post—might just lead to the best thing that’s ever happened to her. “Carter,” Ethan says one night, leaning against her desk, “next time I’m pining, you better not like it. You’re gonna be too busy kissing me instead.”

Si Carlo de Luna ay isang 25 taong gulang na lalaking mestizong may dugong Kastila at Cebuano. Siya ay may taas na 5’5” na may matipuno ngunit karaniwang pangangatawan. Tinatawag siyang "Dumagat” dahil siya ay nagmula sa baybaying-dagat ng Zamboanga del Sur. Tuwid ang kanyang buhok, may suot na salamin sa mata na nagpapahiwatig ng kanyang henyo sa agham at matematika, subalit madalas niyang itinatago ang talino sa likod ng isang simpleng imahe—isang tipikal na gangster na nakasuot ng karaniwang damit at may sunglasses para hindi mahalata ang kanyang tunay na kakayahan bilang guro at tagapagtanggol ng bayan. Bilang isang overpowered na tao, si Carlo ay matapang, matalino, masayahin, at may matibay na political will. Mahilig siyang makipagkompetensiya, lalo na sa larangan ng agham at sining ng pakikipaglaban. Sa kabila ng kanyang lakas at talino, may malaking takot siya sa pagkawala ng mga mahal niya sa buhay at ng kanyang bayan—isang kahinaan na nagbibigay lalim sa kanyang pagkatao. Mahilig siyang magbasa, mag-imbento, magsanay sa agimat, at madalas siyang nagkakape at naninigarilyo bilang bahagi ng kanyang araw-araw na gawain. Si Carlo ay nagmula sa Zamboanga del Sur at dumayo sa Bukidnon upang tuparin ang kanyang misyon na lipulin ang mga aswang na sumisira sa katahimikan ng mga tribo. Bago pa man niya natuklasan ang kanyang tunay na kapalaran, ninanais niyang magkaroon ng isang normal na buhay bilang guro at lider ng Quantum Gang — isang samahan na lumalaban sa mga masasamang tao gamit ang pinaghalong makabago at makalumang teknolohiya. Ngunit nagbago ang lahat nang matuklasan niya ang kanyang pagka-Tagapagmana ng Liwanag, isang natatanging tagapagligtas na pinapangalagaan ng mga sinaunang diyos at espiritu. Bilang henyo sa matematika at agham, mahusay siyang lider ng Quantum Gang dahil sa kanyang kasanayan sa Khali at Aikido, at may kakayahan ding magturo ng edukasyon. Ang kanyang mga armas ay mga modernong pluma at papel na ginagamit sa pagsulat at pagbigkas ng mga Latin na orasyon na minana mula sa kanyang lolo na isang Kastilang dalubhasa sa sinaunang mahika. May dalang whip na gawa sa metal na tila pangil ng kidlat ng dragon, na mana naman niya sa kanyang lola na Cebuana. Bukod dito, nagdadala siya ng mga mutya ng hangin, tubig, apoy, at kalikasan, pati na rin mga makabagong gadgets tulad ng cellphone, tablet, at locator na tumutulong sa pagtunton ng mga kampon ng kadiliman. Isang mahiwagang clay pot din ang kanyang gamit sa pagluluto ng mga pildoras para pampalakas at pampagaling ng sugat. Walang kahinaan si Carlo sa tradisyunal na pakahulugan—isang tunay na overpowered na bida. Sa kanyang buhay, malapit siya sa kanyang mga magulang—si Pedro de Luna, isang disiplinadong mandirigma at eksperto sa Kali at Aikido; si Maria Dimapili, isang guro ng panitikan at tagapangalaga ng kultura; at sa kanilang mga ninuno—si Miguel de Luna, ang dalubhasa sa Latin na orasyon na nagsisilbing gabay, at si Clara Dimapili, ang makapangyarihang babaylan na tagapangalaga ng kidlat at kalikasan. Pinagpapalakas siya ng kanilang mga aral at espiritwal na legacy, na nakaugat sa mga diyos ng kidlat gaya ni Magwayen. Bilang asawa ng limang makapangyarihang babae mula sa limang elemental tribes ng Mindanao, pinangangalagaan ni Carlo ang balanse ng kalikasan at kapangyarihan. Kabilang dito si Dayang Laya Binhi, healer mula sa Nature Tribe na may kaalaman sa herbal medicine at bio-spiritual healing; si Alunsina Daligdig, mandirigma ng Fire Tribe na eksperto sa apoy at tribong pakikidigma; si Bulan Sadsad, tank ng Earth Tribe na bihasa sa mountain warfare; si Amihanan “Mia” Salakay, assassin ng Wind Tribe na eksperto sa stealth at aeromancy; at si Ligaya Panubig, marksman ng Water Tribe na may husay sa hydro-pressure ballistics. Pinangungunahan niya ang kanilang limang mentor na pinagsama-sama sa pangunguna ni Datu Kidlat-an, ang tagapamagitan ng mga tribo, upang labanan ang panganib mula kay Datu Silab–Itim, ang Punong Itim ng Kadiliman.

[DARK FANTASY] [MATURE CONTENT] [NO RAPE] Euphy woke up alone in an abandoned bunker with no memory of who she was or how she got there. Venturing into the unknown, she discovered she had crossed into Wolfstadt—a kingdom notorious for its ruthless ruler, King Maximus Adalwolf. Known as a tyrant feared by all, Maximus was the last person she wanted to cross paths with. But fate had other plans. Desperate for answers about her past, she was forced to make a dangerous pact with the very man who embodied power and cruelty. Signing a contract she didn’t fully understand, she became bound to serve the king in exchange for his help. As she embarked on a perilous journey to piece together her lost memories, she found herself caught in a web of treachery, power, and a king who seemed as much her captor as he was her ally. In a world where trust is a luxury and freedom feels like a distant dream, she must decide whether her past is worth the price of her soul. *** “I need something in return,” he began, his tone as cutting as his gaze. She felt a chill crawl down her spine. She swallowed hard before softly asking, “What is it?” “Your ability to heal,” he stated plainly, his voice devoid of emotion. “In exchange, I’ll help you recover your memory.” She frowned at his strange request. “I don’t think I can do what you’re asking,” she replied nervously, her voice slightly wavering. “I… I don’t even know if I can use healing magic. I’ve never done it before… well, as far as I remember.” The king’s golden eyes remained fixed on her, his expression as cold and indifferent as ever. “Of course, you can,” he said matter-of-factly, his tone laced with an unsettling certainty. “It’s in your blood.” Leaning forward slightly, he added with a cruel edge, “And let’s not forget—you don’t really have much of a choice. Either you do as I say, or you remain a slave prisoner forever here in Wolfstadt.” The weight of his words was merciless, each one cutting deeper than the last. The way he spoke, so calm and detached, made it clear that neither option would truly benefit her. It was a game, and no matter how she played, the odds were stacked firmly in his favor. She didn’t want to go back to that prison. The mere thought of it—the cold, damp walls, the suffocating silence, and the constant sense of danger—made her chest tighten. She knew she wouldn’t survive there. With a trembling sigh, her shoulders slumped, and unshed tears pooled in her eyes. Deep down, she knew the choice she was about to make might lead to regret, but she had no other option. “Fine,” she whispered after a long, agonizing pause. “Atta girl,” the king said with a smirk that dripped with mockery, his golden eyes glinting with satisfaction. “That wasn’t so hard to say, was it?” His tone was casual, almost taunting, as though her surrender had been inevitable. She ignored his condescension, clenching her fists to steady herself. Forcing herself to focus, she asked directly, “What do I need to do?” The king straightened, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeves as he stood. He cast a final glance her way before delivering his answer with unnerving nonchalance. “Well, to start,” he said coolly, “you have to become my wife.” Before she could react, he turned and strode out of the room, his robes trailing behind him, leaving her stunned into silence. It took her a full minute to process his words, the weight of what he’d just said sinking in like a stone in water. By the time she fully grasped it, the room was silent, and she was alone.

"You're back!" Elara sprang from the wooden bench near the door as her brother stepped inside, bruised and bleeding. "Caelum, what happened this time?" she gasped, rushing to his side. Caelum Solis, a lean young man with tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes, winced as he slumped into a chair. "Nothing new. Just a couple of thugs who wanted my coin more than I did," he muttered. They lived alone—just the two of them. He was all she had left, and she was the reason he kept going. Though he’d trained enough to pass the Guild’s physicals, his damaged mana core had left him stranded at F-rank, doing odd jobs no real adventurer wanted. Finding lost pets. Cleaning stables. Picking herbs. Barely scraping by. Elara, though gifted, suffered from a mana sickness that slowly stole her sight. Her treatment was expensive, and Caelum pushed himself to the brink just to afford the basics. Still, it was never enough. That night, as he tucked her into bed, he whispered, “Tomorrow, I’ll change everything.” --- At the edge of a newly discovered dungeon, Caelum stood behind a party of stronger adventurers. They snickered. “Dead weight’s here,” one said under his breath. He ignored them. He always did. Darius Flint, the B-ranked leader, raised a hand. “Standard sweep. It’s marked D-rank, but stay alert.” They entered the cave-like dungeon, and at first, everything was simple. Feral goblins. Weak beasts. The team barely broke a sweat. Caelum trailed behind, hauling gear. Only one person treated him kindly—Arianne Vale, a C-ranked healer with silver hair and a sharp tongue for bullies. Hours passed. Then the dungeon began to tremble. “Is it collapsing?” someone asked. “No... it’s shifting,” Darius muttered. “Stay close.” Then came the roar—deep, guttural, wrong. Darius's face paled. “Retreat! Everyone fall back!” But the floor gave way. They dropped into a massive chamber ringed with statues holding weapons. In the center, blazing with living fire, was the Pyroclasm—a beast of flame and fury. People panicked. Two adventurers made a break for the exit and were instantly decapitated by the animated statues. “Form a circle!” Darius barked, but chaos had already taken hold. A statue lunged. Caelum grabbed Arianne and dove aside. “Behind us!” he shouted. Adventurers were being cut down left and right. Desperate, Caelum yelled, “Run toward the Pyroclasm!” “Are you insane?” someone cried. “We’ll die either way!” Dragging Arianne, he sprinted forward. The Pyroclasm shrieked and surged toward him—then vanished into him. Caelum screamed as fire tore through his veins. His body writhed, burning... then exploded in a shockwave. The statues faltered. “Flame adaptation: mastered.” He rose. Flames clung to him like armor. Statues charged. He raised his hand—and fire answered. Explosions. Destruction. “Golems destroyed. Leveling up.” As silence fell, he collapsed, still smoldering. “Heal him!” Darius shouted. Arianne was already by his side.

"Don't ever expect love from me! Neither you nor this marriage has a value of one cent to me." On Tang Xi's wedding night, her husband, Lu Yunsheng, left throwing these cruel words at her. However, all Tang Xi did was yawn; being officially burned out, she slumped on the couch, and drifted off to a deep slumber. Growing up with an abusive stepmother and negligent father, love was more outlying from her than the distance between earth and the milky way galaxy. She has more meaningful things to do. For instance standing up at the top of the Fashion industry, and playing some games with those bithches, who dared to take away her beautiful childhood, and fill it with horror and pain. --------------- "Wife, today you smell like strawberry, may I take a bite?" "......" "Wife, you shouldn't hang out with that medical student, you might contract a disease from him." "......" "Wife, you wanted to design new jewelleries? I excavated a rare diamond, worth $500M. Give me a kiss, and it's yours." "....." "Wife, isn't that fat baby very cute? Let's have some of our own." "Lu Yunsheng, where did you leave off your cold and aloof CEO image!" PS: The cover isn't mine, credit goes to the owner. If he or she has any problem with me using it, I will take it out.

"I reject you as my mate…” Those words were bone shattering as the excruciating pain ran through my body. I bent over, trying to hold myself together, but I fell on the floor. I grimaced on the palace floor, yet Damon let out a hysterical laugh as he slumped back on his throne. I sensed he had also felt the same uncomfortable sensation after his rejection, but he found solace in watching me scream in agony. Aurora Ashwood is thrust into a life of misery raised as an omega to the Moonfall Pack. Her world shatters when she is rejected by her first mate Alpha Damon Blackthorn, and sold to Darius Lockwood the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack nothing more than to serve as a breeder. In a world where hate and love collide together, her greatest weapon will be her warm-blooded beating heart? Will she exact revenge on her enemies and seek justice, or will she find the strength to choose her true love and fulfill her destiny as the chosen one?

"Ugh... what the hell?" My skull felt like it was being used as a drum in some heavy metal concert. Every throb behind my eyes promised a full-blown explosion. And then it hit me—right. I drank way too much last night. Bits of memory came rushing back: a nightmare workday, my jackass boss dragging me to an “after party,” one drink turning into ten. Couldn't say no, not when a bonus—or respect—was on the line. I groaned and rubbed my temples. This wasn’t just a hangover. Something was wrong. My voice—raspy and strange—escaped without permission. I froze. That was my voice… but it didn’t sound like mine. I sat up too fast. The world tilted. And then—trees. Everywhere. What the—? I lived downtown. This was a forest. I staggered up, legs barely cooperating. The air was too clean, too fresh. Like sixth-grade camping-trip fresh. Then something moved. A lump of earth? No. It floated. Floated. Ding! A chime echoed in my head like a glitch in a video game. "What the hell..." Nothing around me changed—except a woman standing nearby. Calm. Like this was normal. She turned and raised an eyebrow. “You coming in or not?” Still dazed, I nodded and followed. Ding! “ShapeShifter ability added to the shop.” Shop? Then a robotic voice boomed in my head, smug and cheerful: “Welcome to the Distrust System, dear host. Your mission: gain distrust. The less you trust, the more you earn. Bonus: every time someone lies to you, their power is copied.” I caught one word. Money. My confusion snapped into interest. If there was cash in this madness, I was all ears. The woman finally glanced back, unimpressed by my staring. “Lost?” she asked, tone like velvet hiding a knife. “Me? Nah,” I said, smirking. “Still right here… looking at you.” Her eyes narrowed. Later, she stood in front of an empty table, once stacked with food. All gone. She hissed. “Was he fasting for ten years?!” Her stash—gone, devoured by me. Murder was now top of her to-do list. She glanced at me, slumped with a bloated stomach and snoring softly. “Disgusting human,” she muttered, already pulling a hidden blade from behind the wall. She crept into the room, raised the knife— Thunk. Right into the blanket. No scream. She yanked it back. Pillows. Her eye twitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” A voice murmured behind her, smug as hell: “You know, for someone planning murder, you’re really predictable.”

NOVEL TERJEMAHAN WARNING BxB !!! Liang Shu mengirim orangnya ke Desa Baihe dan memerintahkan mereka untuk menemukan apa yang paling dibenci Liu Xian'an. Beberapa hari kemudian, orang-orangnya kembali dengan membawa informasi. Pertama, Tuan Muda Kedua Liu tidak suka menyalin buku, dan kedua, dia membenci Anda, Tuanku. * Liang Shu (gong) x Liu Xian'an (shou)

(This novel is 1v1. The female lead transmigrates into a book, while the male lead is reborn. The story is already completed!) Serious Version of the Synopsis: Tao Xi, an avid reader of web novels, stumbles upon a mindless, sweet romance transmigration novel—Through Time and Space, Just to Meet You. Since she was in the middle of a reading slump, she decided to give it a try. However, she was almost driven away by the female lead’s absurd decisions. The only reason she kept reading was because of a certain character—a refined and gentle supporting male lead…

Five Doors... Five Grands... Five Tides to Overcome! The Boy Admired his father, adored him, worshipped him as infallible. But even such a man was forced to kneel in the face of death. SNAP! The young boy looked at the slumped figure of his father as he was forcefully carried away. The chaotic situation caused him to be unable to process much more than the figure of his falling father. He didn't know why but the word 'SNAP' perfectly described his state of mind. He lost it. He thought it strange. The value of life. It seemed so unsurmountable in one and so pointless in another. Was this all his father amounted to? His eyes dulled. His tears dried up. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle. It truly was amusing. A small chuckle turned into incoherent laughter, a deep seethed despise being born in his Heart! His world... His Diagram... It was no longer. ... For Updates On Me: https://www.instagram.com/lol_i.create/ [Note: Artwork does not belong to me]

Ipinanganak kami sa iisang taon. Lumaking magkakasama. Iisang school nag-aral. Sama-samang nangarap. Nangakong magiging magkaibigan hanggang pagtanda. Then fate turns and leads us to have feelings for one another. Not just a friend. Can this love grow and blossom as it should? Or this love will grow us apart. This is our story. This is us.

The aroma of mangos and gasoline still festers. I'm zigging and zagging down Bali's mad streets on a rented bike, my existence and crypto riches secure in the back of a backpack. And then? Spinning on the sidewalk, dodging airborne papayas, and a helpless victim as a thief swiped my sack from my shoulder in the mess. Inside: $310,000 in Bitcoin, ten years of digital vagabond work, and the socks I preferred. Local officials yawned, sipping sugary tea beside a whirring ceiling fan. "Suku banyak cryptonym?" they complained, inviting me to submit a report after nap time.  My crypto fortune was evaporating faster than an Indian sandcastle swept by monsoon rains. WhatsApp info:+12723  328 343 Enter ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST, recommended by a seasoned highway veteran on a forum thread captioned "When Your Life Gets Pirated (Literally)." Desperation compelled me to cling to hope like a guest on a broken-down scooter. Their support team didn't even raise an eyebrow at my incoherent rantings. They asked for timestamps, transaction hashes, and whatever bit of metadata Website info: http s:// adware recovery specialist. com  today's detectives use magnifying glasses instead. As it turned out, my thief was no genius. He'd tried to wash my Bitcoin through a chain of offshore exchanges, creating a digital trail of breadcrumbs. ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST engineers married blockchain forensics with GPS data from my stolen equipment, following his footsteps like a high-stakes treasure hunt. They tracked him to a cybercafe in Jakarta, where he'd fought with mixers and privacy coins, blissfully unaware that each click was being duplicated. Email info: Adware recovery specialist (@) auctioneer. net  Eleven days later, I received a screenshot: my wallet balance, refilled. No fanfare, no triumphalism, but instead a modest "Your funds are safe. I slumped into a beanbag at a Ubud coworking facility, crying and laughing in half steps, while digital nomads gave me a side-eye over their cold brews. My Bitcoin was restored. My dignity? Still missing, thanks to a viral video of me face-planting into a durian stand. Telegram info: ht tp s:// t.me/ adware recovery specialist1  ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST  did not outsmart a thief, but they unveiled the fragility of our virtual world. Technical sorcery coupled with sheer determination converted a dismal nightmare into a rags-to-riches tale one in which the villain is sent a blockchain paper trail and the hero wears a headset instead of a cape. Today, my backpack holds a decoy wallet and an AirTag surgically attached to my ledger. I’ll never ride a motorbike in flip-flops again, but I’ll always travel with the ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST contact saved in triplicate. They’re the antidote to a world where crypto can vanish faster than a beach sunset, and where fruit vendors double as viral content creators. If your crypto ever goes rogue, skip the panic. Call the ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST . Just maybe avoid Bali’s fruit stands while you’re at it.

Si Hana Elise Navarro ay isang mahirap na mag aaral ngunit sya ay matalino lagi syang top 1 SA lahat Ng klaseng pinapasukan nya ngunit Meron syang nakatagong secreto na Sya ay isang mahirap ikinahihiya nya Ito Kaya namn SA school nila nag papanggap syang mayaman Kasi Naman ang mga tao Sa panahon na yon ay binubully ang mahihirap at kapag mahirap ka walang makikipagkaibigan syo ngunit nung isang araw may isang nakaalam na sya pala ay mahirap at agad naman nya Itong pinagkalat at simula non lagi na syang binubully nakatakas lng sya dahil SA family problems nila Kaya lumipat sya SA ibang school dto nya makikilala si Jemin Alexander Cruz ang top 1 SA school na nilipatan nya ngunit nung nag aral si hana dto naging top 2 na lng si jemin Kaya gagawin lahat NI Jemin para mabawi ang top 1 nya kaya naman araw araw nyang binubully si hana pero habang tumatagal na huhulog na ang loob ni Jemin kay Hana..

In the bustling city of Bangalore,India, Sanjay, a regular programmer, faces challenges caused by Chatgpt and an economic slump. As he questions the value of conventional success in a world dominated by social media, a mysterious encounter grants him the extraordinary power of NZT-48. With this newfound ability, he navigates the complexities of the tech industry, surpassing his peers and wrestling with the moral implications of his actions. 'Pursuit of Wealth' unravels a compelling tale of Sanjay's journey as he grapples with the balance between ambition and integrity, leaving an unforgettable mark on the tech landscape.

I slumped down a wall, feeling severely weak after getting shot. who would've thought I would go out like this? When I opened my eyes again I thought I would either find myself in the hospital or the afterlife but instead, I found myself in the bottom deck of a ship...in chains at that! At first, I thought it was a wild-ass Lucid Dream but the sound of cannon fire and swords clashing woke me out of those foolish thoughts. It was then that I realized that while I did die it doesn't seem that I reincarnated but instead got sent back in time. It wouldn't be until later that I found out that I was sent back in time to the Golden Age of Piracy. But it turns out that things went nowhere near the way history portrayed it.

Naulilang lubos ang magkakapatid dahil sa pagkamatay ng ina at matagal ng wala ang kanilang ama, ngunit ng dahil sa sa Boss nitong walang patatawag na pamilya mga kamag anak o asawa at anak ay Nagkaroon ulit sila ng isang matatawag na magulang isang Ama na handa silang Kupkupin na magkakapatid, magkaroon ng Tahanan na mauuwian at pinag-aral. Si Ashier ang nagsisilbing tagapagmana ng Montiverde Company, A workaholic person to the point na hindi na niya na papansin ang pagkakaroon ng kasintahan pero magbabago ang lahat ng dahil sa pag-alis niya sa bansa. A Business Trip will lead her to someone that unexpected to meet, Isa ito sa kila lang Business Man sa bansa. That destined soon to be a business partner, Sa mga araw na lumipas na magkasama dahil sa bagong Project ng kani-kani lang mga companya ay parang may project din na ng yayari sa kanyang sarili na hindi niya maintindihan mga bagong pakiramdam na bago lang sa kanya na kailangan niya ng kasagotan, kasagotan na matagal na niyang nararamdaman sa tuwing nanjan lang malapit sa kanay ang na turingang Business Man ng Bansa the Lucky Person in his heart "Kean Sylvester Imperial" Serious person sa lagi ninyong pagsasama ay hindi mo pa nakikitaan ngumiti. It's their a chance na magkaroon man sila ng serious talk about their self not just about business, it's their have the same feeling or its just a one sided. "Ashier Kell Flores Montiverde" Falling In Love With You in and unexpected way.

Ahn Jae Joon is cast aside by everyone he trusted and he is then driven to suicide. After being given a chance at life again, he decides to make his wrongs right and rewrite destiny, he will make the right friends and love the right person but can he really change his destiny to die at age 28? follow Jae Joon on his journey and how he conquers fate. "I will rise from the slump no matter what and y'all better watch out for me" Jae Join smirks and gulps down his glass of beer.

The former king of the once-powerful kingdom, Valtoria is betrayed by his closest advisors and assassinated in his own throne room. As his lifeless body slumps to the ground, he is suddenly reborn in the body of a commoner in a far-off village. His memories of his previous life are intact, and he is consumed with a burning desire for revenge.

Anger, pure anger and fear sipped through her veins threatening to burst out. She struggled vehemently to release her hand, but that only made him tighten his hand around her twisted arm. She cried out of pain but that only seemed to impress more. He smirked and said, “Mm, so fiesty?” He smirked, glaring at her and pushing her against the wall. “You are evil Abdullah!” She almost shouted. Beads of sweat formed on her silk skin. Why was he making her life a living hell in her matrimonial home? She was supposed to live a happy life with her so-called husband, but instead, he is bullying her. “Just tell me, why?” She gazed at him confused wondering what he meant by that. “Why what?” She cried “Heh” he chuckled, “don’t play dumb with me Kulthum. Just tell me why you chose him over me? What am I lacking? Huh? Tell me!” He shouted pushing her more against the wall. “Because you are evil! I never loved you in the first place, you are nothing worth loving” she spat as tears flowed down her beautiful face. As soon as he heard that, his face stoned up while his jaw clenched and his eyes became bloodshot. Such a sight she had never seen since she was married to him. “If I can hate you, why can’t you, Abdullah?! I am so tired of his relationship, I can’t do it anymore just let me go” With a dejected heart, he released her hand and whispered dangerously close to her ear, “If I can’t have you, then no one will” He stumped off angrily while she slumped to the ground releasing a heavy sigh as tears rolled down her cheek. Since the day she got married to him, there has never been a day where she laughed for at least two minutes. All she knew at that very moment was that she was doomed!

Synopsis: Fresh out of college Mizuyuki Shin finds himself in a slump. While the plan was to graduate and go into his profession of Architecture Design and even after receiving many offers on graduation day, He feels like the spark he had was gone. Fresh off the heels of a bad break up after 2 years of trying, his best friend Myah takes him to a favorite club of hers for a change of pace. Mizuyuki never dreamed he'd meet the Devil himself there dressed head to toe in designer people falling over him for attention and he looks like he couldn't be bothered by any of it. Stephen Coolwater led a pretty boring life. Just because you have it all doesn't mean life is fun. People always fall over themselves for his attention but they only want to use him every time. For money, power, status, or his body, it's always been the case. Until he met Mizuyuki, who couldn't be any less interested in him. In fact to Stephen he looked like he wanted to die. "What better way to die, than in my arms at the peak of an orgasm?" Will upload at least 2 chapters a day! Thank you for reading!!

"Speaking of knowing things…" Kyle said slowly, "You still haven't given me a chance to tell my story." "I know," said Andrea. "I was having too much fun speculating. Finding you like this is a gift, and I don't want to tear the wrapping off all at once. ‘Building up the anticipation makes it better.’" Kyle blinked again, then gave a quiet snort of recognition at his own words being thrown back at him. "So what is your speculation?" Kyle asked. "Oh I don't know, probably something utterly disappointing. Did they pick you up for speeding on the way to the farmers market? I guess that wouldn't explain the uh…" she gestured at his injury again. "It wouldn't explain that now, would it. Oh, I know! You got into a fight over the last piece of bluefin!" Kyle just shook his head slightly. "No? I guess it's too much to hope you did something really exciting like rob a bank—You're not secretly a cat burglar are you, Kyle? Lose your balance breaking into an art gallery? No…?" Kyle looked unamused. "Very funny, Chuckles, would you mind taking this a little more seriously?" "Of course," said Andrea. "Very serious for a lawyer to have been arrested. You could be disciplined. Disbarred! Why, we might not see each other in court anymore. Wouldn't that be a shame." "Wouldn't it though," replied Kyle. "So that's the kind of guy you think I am? Stealing fine art and fighting in fish markets?” Andrea pondered some more. "I know!" she exclaimed. "Did you get into a fight with someone's boyfriend? Did it turn out that you were your young lady's bit on the side, and you ended up having a domestic dispute?" Kyle winced. "Is that it?!" Andrea had been teasing, but it seems like she had touched a nerve. To whatever degree Kyle had seemed like he'd been playing along, even as worn down as he was, that last remark had left him deflated. Kyle hung his head. "It wasn't like that…" "Oh sure, like you haven't been collecting notches on your bedposts." "I'M not like that." "You're not? That's not what your reputation says, out there collecting numbers and breaking hearts. I heard that you were a real ladykil–" "Andrea! I'm not–" Kyle shouted, grabbing her hands. His hands were strong, and his grip so tight it almost hurt. His expression so intense, frustrated and hurt and… scared? Andrea knew she had been twisting the knife a little into something that bothered him, but what had caused this reaction? It was only for a moment, then Kyle seemed to catch himself and let go. He slumped back in his chair and slid his shackled hands back below the table. Andrea leaned back as well, adding to the distance, and folded her arms, no longer smiling. She glanced at the duress button out of the corner of her eye. If Kyle had kept holding her as tightly as he had been, she wouldn't have even been able to reach it. "I think we're ready for storytime now," she said seriously. “I think you had better start at the punchline. What have you been charged with, Mr Wynn?" Kyle took a deep breath before he raised his head once more. "Murder, Ms Mason. First Degree Murder." *** Andrea Mason, a defense attorney who cares more about justice and protecting her clients than just winning cases. But the one man she hates to lose to is her rival, the arrogant prosecutor, Kyle Wynn. Kyle represents everything Andi hates about unscrupulous win-at-all-costs lawyers, and for years they have traded arguments in the courtroom and barbs in the hallways. Their paths cross again when they find themselves on a high-profile murder trial. As much as Andrea might despise Kyle, she can’t believe it when HE is charged with the horrific murder. But she is even more shocked when he asks for her to represent him at trial… *** #SLOWBURN #STRONGFL #CRIME #MURDER #FLIRTY #ROMANCE If you want to know what to expect, check the reviews! ฅ^-ﻌ•^ฅ Burrito says to join here: https://discord.gg/qr7eUnxT2F

In the flowing light of the street lamps, the man's side face looked even colder and harder than the night. "I never help anyone," the man said, looking at her grubby fingers clutching onto his trousers. Several military police officers stepped forward, ready to drag her away. She had no strength left to struggle and slumped in their arms. But at that moment, his cold and detached voice came, "I only do deals for benefits. What will you offer in exchange for your life?"

Opening his eyes, Victor was immediately confronted with the startling reality of his transmigration into the very novel he once read. At first, he was ecstatic, cheering at the prospect of being free from the dull life on Earth. But as time passed, he realized that his role in the novel was that of a villain, not even the main one. Despair loomed, overshadowing him with the grim anticipation of a tragic demise at the hands of the protagonist. Just when he plummeted to his lowest point, salvation arrived in the form of a system! [Congratulations to the host for binding the system] [Beginner rewards will be distributed] [Congratulations, you have obtained an S-Class Miracle Spirit!] [Congratulations, you have obtained the divine weapon: Mjolnir] [Congratulations, you have obtained the magic base: Sage Realm!] Just slumped, now seemingly invincible? [The system will provide you with options within its functions] Even a protagonist blessed by the heavens wouldn't stand a chance against him! ----- This novel won't feature brainless harem elements; I prefer strong female characters over damsels who constantly rely on princes for help.