Aranara Chest Room

The thirty-two-year-old business tycoon, Lu Yinchu, married a woman ten years his junior. The woman was nondescript and insignificant with a mysterious background. In the living room, a certain lady angrily slammed down her tablet before turning to glare at the man who was slowly walking in with a cup of tea. "Husband, there are people online saying that I'm not good enough for you!" "Oh?" The man glanced at her calmly. "In what way are you not good enough for me?" "They said I'm flat-chested!" The woman's face was flushed with anger! Without rushing, the man set down his teacup, pulled the little lady into his arms, and smirked. "Is that so? Let me see..."

Waking up from a coma was the least of Serena’s worries when she finds out she’s married! She can’t remember who she is. Her parents are plotting to kill her. What does a young woman do in such a situation? She traps her handsome rich husband ofcourse! Serena will not let him go until she uncovers the truth. Aiden Hawk married for convenience. Blackmailed by his grandmother, he came up with the perfect plan. Marry a woman on her deathbed and play the role of her grieving lover. When she passes away, he would be free to do as he pleased! But to everyone's surprise, she came back alive! What’s more, she’s sticking to him like glue! Will their accidental marriage work out or will they be separared for ever? *Picture credits: Queenfrieza Snippet: Her eyes widened in shock when he walked over to lock the hospital room door with a click. "What are you doing?" she asked shakily. She did not like the look on his face. He raised a brow and smirked, raising the corner of his mouth. "What do you think I'm doing?" "Why… why did you lock the door?" "My wife...You've woken up after so long. Of course, I have to spend some time with you undisturbed..." Serena watched him as he walked towards her, his presence seemingly filling the room. Her heart almost threatened to leap out of her chest...She wanted to jump off the bed but her legs were useless and she had no strength...

Zara's eyes were glued to Xavier's bare chest, unable to look away. The sculpted muscles, the deep V-line, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips—she couldn't help but be captivated. It was as if her brain had short-circuited, and all logic had left her. She moved a step closer, almost unconsciously, her hand lifting as if to touch his chest. Before her fingers could make contact, Xavier's quick reflexes caught her wrist. His grip was firm, but not harsh, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a hint of teasing. Zara, startled but determined not to show weakness, scratched the back of her head awkwardly, trying to save face. "What do you mean? Why are you walking around shirtless?" she countered, trying to shift the focus off herself. Xavier's smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not the one sneaking around in other people's rooms, Zara. You're the one who barged in here." Zara blinked, her mind scrambling to find an excuse. "Oh, right," she muttered, still not sure how to explain her behavior. She gave him a sheepish grin, but her eyes darted back to his chest, trying to look casual. "I was just… looking for something," she said, her words trailing off as she tried to think of a better lie. Xavier didn't buy it for a second. Slowly, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Zara instinctively took a step back, but Xavier followed, not giving her any space to escape. Her heart raced as she backed up again, trying to keep some distance between them, but Xavier wasn't making it easy. "Trying to run away now?" Xavier teased, his voice laced with playful challenge. He moved another step forward, and Zara continued retreating, her back now against the wall. Her breath hitched as she realized she had nowhere else to go. "I wasn't trying to run away," Zara said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. "Just, you know, I… I don't want to intrude. I just—"  But Xavier wasn't interested in her stammering excuses. His gaze remained locked on her, and as he stepped closer, his hand that had caught her wrist slowly slid down to her fingers, brushing against her skin. The gentle touch sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Zara's heart hammered in her chest, and she took another step back, this time bumping into the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't help but feel the heat building between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. Xavier, now mere inches from her, tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. "I think you're lying," he murmured, his voice soft, but full of mischief. "You were trying to touch my chest, weren't you?" Zara's face flushed with heat, and she tried to push back against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. She cleared her throat, trying to recover some of her composure. "Maybe I was," she admitted, her voice low. "But, um… so what? It's not like you're making it easy to ignore." Xavier's grin widened as he leaned even closer, his body just inches away from hers. The closeness was overwhelming, and Zara's mind started to spin. She could feel the heat radiating off his chest, and she had to fight the urge to reach up and touch it again. "Is that so?" Xavier whispered, his breath warm against her ear. He placed his hand on the wall beside her head, trapping her in place as he stared down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You sure about that?".

The C.I.A gains intel that there is a project White Room, and one of their successors is attending ANHS. Lloyd is sent to reveal and gauge the White room master piece to uncover the dark truth of the White Room experiment.

The cold snow slipped through his clothes and shoes, the frostbite slowly making him numb. Xue Huan tightly hugged a single chest, until he reached a cave. He walked deeper in to the gave, finally reaching a beautiful coffin. There lay a man, with pale skin that seemed whiter than the snow storm outside, colorless lips… it was a corpse. Xue Huan finally opened the chest, inside was a glowing jade. He laid the jade on the dead man's chest, mumbling some words until warm lights swallowed the room into a blinding sight… the dead man opened his eyes. Along with the awakened dead man, Xue Huan's memories were also awakened, the now alive man was the demon lord that was killed hundreds of years ago… who was awakened by his subornate, later falling in love with the main character.

A vast room covered with many stars, all containing mysteries about what and why Note is transported into this reality. Note will try to understand the reality of this room. The five main characters are all trying to understand the power they are given by a god that have similar ambitions to them in the goal to achieve the reality they want and to understand their true nature. What is Note? What made Note appear in the room? How much would one give to have power? What are their future? Who is the superior being?

Theron and Kael have been inseparable since childhood—a clever, sarcastic gnome and a confident, troublemaking werewolf prince. Together, they’ve terrorized their teachers, stolen cookies from the palace kitchens, and declared themselves “brothers for life.” But when Theron accidentally discovers he’s Kael’s fated mate, he knows the universe must have made a mistake. Why? Because Kael has spent years describing his dream mate in nauseating detail: “Big-breasted, long-haired, and so hot they’d melt snow just by walking into a room.” Theron stares at his reflection. Flat chest? Check. Short hair? Double check. Definitely not hot enough to melt snow. The Moon Goddess must be having a bad day. His solution? Pretend he doesn’t know. Ignorance is bliss, right? Hide, Gnomes were best at hiding. Except Kael eventually finds out. And chaos ensues. “You’re my mate?” “Uh… no, I’m not. You’ve got the wrong gnome. Goodbye!” Theron yells, making a break for it. Kael isn’t having it. He chases him down like a wolf on a hunt. “You think you can outrun me? You’re like, three .” “Four feet!” Theron snaps, before getting tackled. Now, Theron is stuck with a mate who won’t take no for an answer. “You said you like big-breasted girls! Look at me—I’m a twig!” Kael shrugs, grinning. “I’ve decided I like twigs.” “What about long hair?” “Yours is short, but it’s cute.” Theron throws up his hands. “I’m not sexy!” Kael smirks. “Not yet. But give me some time.”

Ding~ [A message has been sent by the Gods] [Welcome chosen one to the World of Milfs for your trial to attain Godhood. Fulfill the Gods requests and obtain their approval to join us and become a God] [Fail your given request and meet your demise] Ding~ [A request has been sent by the Gods] [The God of Storms Synthia sends a request: Grope your adopted mother's buttocks till you leave marks on her ass] [The God of Music Calliope sends a request: Make your Aunt moan so loud that your neighbours can hear her sweet voice] [The God of Health Fiona sends a request: Lick of the curry that spilled on your neighbour's chest, while her husband watches tv in the room next door] [The God of Stars Noella sends a request: Blackmail your classmate's mother into sucking you off in her son's room] [The God of Wisdom Seraphina sends a request: Drink all the office lady's breast milk straight from the source, that was supposed to be for her baby] I see....So I basically have to do a bunch of naughty and perverted stuff that the Gods want to see me do with a whole lot of smoking hot milfs, for a chance to become God and save my life. What else can I say other then... WHAT KIND OF FUCKED UP JOKE IS THIS?!?! Want to know how this all came to be? Then follow our protagonist and his journey to become God by making his own Milf Harem (Warning: This novel is made by a Degenerate for Degenerates, so if you aren't into kinky stuff and prefer vanilla, then this novel isn't for you) •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° [No NTR - No Yuri - No sharing - No system that assists the protagonist - No mind control - No blood related Incest - No drugs or potions that influence the girls - Hardcore Inseki - A lot of Netori and Stealing - Harem - Slice of Life Romance - No unnecessary Drama - A lot of fleshed out +18 scenes - Finally a very competent protagonist] [This novel is focused on Older Women and Milfs, so don't expect any younger girls unless there's a Oyakodon] [And finally I want all the interactions to feel natural and I want the readers to be invested in the characters, so the story will be fleshed out and not rushed in any way] discord.gg/9hKEN3duBw

The apocalypse has arrived, unleashing monsters across the globe. Jeremy, a high school student with a past life as a mercenary, awakens to an SSS-tier ability known as "The Eye of Omniscience." This power allows him to perceive hidden cues invisible to others. [There's a silver treasure chest in the room to the left. Opening the chest with your foot guarantees a 100% chance to obtain a silver-grade item!] [There's a hidden boss in the girls' bathroom. Defeating it with a sanitary pad will surely drop a rare skill scroll!] [Slapping the job-change statue 99 times during your job change will unlock the hidden class "God Desecrator"!] While the rest of humanity is still living in fear, Jeremy has already obtained various god-level rewards thanks to his Eye of Omniscience. While others are still figuring out how to survive the apocalypse, Jeremy has already reached the pinnacle of humanity, confronting the gods themselves!

In the kingdom of Eryndral, a place where power is fought for under the shadow of the Moon Goddess, politics, love, and betrayal are at the heart of the royal family’s dark world. Lyanna exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding as Kaelion disappeared from view. His presence had been overwhelming, his gaze like a fire that burned through her defenses. She had heard the stories about him—the Hated Prince, the cold-hearted heir to the throne. But tonight, she had seen something else in his eyes, something that made her chest tighten with a strange, unnameable longing. “Don’t think about him,” she whispered to herself, rising from her seat. “He’s not for you.” The words felt hollow, but Lyanna pushed them aside. She had enough to worry about without adding Kaelion Draventh to the list. As she made her way back to her room, she couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was only the beginning—that her life was about to change in ways she couldn’t yet comprehend.

A reunion of old friends turns into a drunken plea for help as a suddenly homeless and helpless Sarah begs for shelter, and says she will do anything....which leads to the signing of a strange contract. Genre: Romance | Lesbian Fiction | UPDATE: Early release chapters on Patreon. EBook: https://a.co/d/04fe0ssb Patreon: https://patreon.com/NightKitten

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image

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.

A horrifying tale, indeed. I have no clue who or what is behind it all, but people are disappearing, dying in the most brutal ways imaginable. And I… I’ve done nothing to stop it. It feels like a curse, a dark force stalking us all. I moved into this apartment a month ago, hoping to find my dead lover, but now, every passing moment feels like an eternity. I can feel it—something is wrong, something much worse than I could ever have imagined. This nightmare isn't going to end well. I can sense it deep in my bones. I may be the next to die. The thought alone sends icy shivers crawling down my spine. The shadow is there, always lurking, always watching—waiting to end us all. It follows us, inch by inch, closing in. And there's no escape. I can't run anymore. No matter how fast I try, I know... I won’t make it out alive.

She had lost everything in the fire. A fire caused by the ruthless tribrid alpha, a walking symbol of disaster. And all she had left was her crippled sister and to protect her, she volunteers to be sold in her sister's place. With a fire of vengeance burning in her heart, she makes it into her enemy's territory as his slave. She only has one mission in her heart: avenge her dead family members. There's only one problem. He's her fated mate. She's supposed to hate his guts but why does her body quake in desire at the wake of his enticing touch? With an attraction so dangerous, how will she war against her fate, especially since their souls are entwined together in a curse that is deeper than they can probably handle? ... My heart raced in my chest as he grabbed my wrist and directed the tip of my knife to his exposed chest. His face was so close to mine, I'd never been so aware of him and his overbearing attractiveness. His lips brushed mine when he leaned in. "Go ahead, firecracker. Do it," he said in a low voice, shivers racing down my spine. "I'll kill you," I spat, my chest heaving. He blinked , his expression stoic. "What are you waiting for, Arya?! Fucking do it!"

Joanne Smith, weighed down by significant debt and humiliated by Jeffrey Winchester's cruel rejection just a day before their wedding, transformed her life into that of a multi-millionaire entrepreneur, allowing love to fade into memory. Joanne had one rule in life: money first, emotions later. She built an empire from the ground up, balancing her booming logistics company with the peace of her family farm. When a rugged stranger shows up, desperate for a place to stay, Joanne reluctantly takes him in as a paying guest. But little does she know, he’s not just any guest. He’s the man who brutally rejected her years ago, the one she’s long since forgotten. And he remembers everything differently. Now, living under her roof, he’s fueled by the sting of his own downfall and a hunger for revenge. Will the truth tear her world apart—or bring a reckoning neither of them saw coming? Join me on this incredible journey to find out! I will provide daily updates, and I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Please consider leaving a review and supporting me with GTs, Power Stones, and gifts. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it!

Waking up in a strange room and at the brink of death, A young boy must do whatever he can to survive.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Euphy woke up in a desolate, abandoned bunker with no memory of how she got there. Stripped of her past and with no clues who she was, she was relying on the mysterious food supplies being delivered through a dumbwaiter to survive—until one day, they stopped. Forced to venture into the unknown, Euphy embarks on a perilous journey for survival, uncovering secrets that entangle her in a web of misfortune. As she navigates this dangerous world, she must confront her forgotten past and a royal who seeks to claim her for his own. Her quest for truth turned into a desperate fight for her very existence and freedom. Will Euphy escape the web of misfortune, or will it consume her? ** The king’s gaze flicked back to her, but this time, it seemed colder, more deliberate. His eyes swept over her torn camisole. “Who did this to her?” His voice was eerily calm, yet the weight of the question hung in the air like a storm cloud. She froze, not daring to speak, her heart thudding loudly in her chest. “I did, Your Majesty,” Count Greyfang answered, his tone almost smug, as if he expected approval. Her blood boiled at the casual cruelty in his voice. “Why?” the king asked, uninterested, his gaze fixed on Greyfang with a dangerous indifference. “I... I thought you would like it if she appeared... tattered,” Greyfang stammered, his earlier arrogance faltering under the king’s scrutiny. The king’s eyes narrowed, a cold menace creeping into his voice. “And what made you think I’d like that?” Before Greyfang could answer, there was a sudden, swift movement—a breeze cutting through the stillness of the room. Without warning, Greyfang’s head plopped to the ground, rolling a few feet away from his body before the lifeless form crumpled to the floor. She gasped, her eyes snapping shut in terror as the room plunged into silence. She could hear the sickening thud of Greyfang’s body, but she didn’t dare open her eyes. The rest of the room remained eerily quiet, as if the sudden execution had been expected. The king, sitting loosely on his throne, and unbothered, simply muttered, “Insolent bastard. Dare to compare me to a lustful animal.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Get this filthy thing out of my sight.” She flinched, fearing for a moment that he had referred to her, but the sound of heavy boots dragging Greyfang’s lifeless body confirmed otherwise. She kept her eyes tightly shut, too afraid to witness any more horror. The coldness in the king’s tone, the casual cruelty of his actions—it left her trembling. ** OTHER STORIES: Miss Not so Typical: Consider me Humored Too Gay for You: You Give me Heart Eyes A Night in the Galaxy Express Railway Join the discord: https://discord.gg/mCBYVgW8MH

One of the vessel of a deities, unfortunately, gets lost and finds himself in room 0012373 and has to participate in gods game as a god candidate

"Adrian, where's my gown?" Mia asked with tension in her voice. She couldn’t believe Adrian was still sitting calmly among the guests, seemingly unbothered and hadn’t even changed yet. "Mia," Adrian looked at her with slight confusion. "What dress?" "Are you kidding me?" Mia raised her voice. "My wedding dress!" Adrian was dumbfounded, his mind trying to process her words. Today was Thanksgiving and his entire family was gathered in their home. From the corner of the room, he could clearly see their teenage son laughing and bickering with his cousins. "Mia!" Adrian said again, he stood up and looked at her closely. "Why are you even here?" Mia snapped. "Everyone is waiting already. Where-is-my-dress?" Adrian’s chest tightened as he finally realized Mia was dead serious. This wasn’t Thanksgiving for her. It was their wedding day. That was the day Adrian first realized something was happening to his wife. ⊱ — ⊰ Within 15 years, through the hundreds of "reversed times" that hit Mia, each day still managed to hold new surprises. Yet Adrian’s love for her never faltered. As the Alzheimer’s worsened, Adrian found himself facing pieces of her traumatic youth and childhood. Including the moments when she misrecognized him as her ex-fiance, Diego.

a man awoke in a room to find himself in a werid body.

A gash along his cheek? Sure, he can deal with that. The hard thing is getting through school without wanting to stab a knife through his own chest. Her? She's been worried for him a long time. Went to his mother, too. She finally sees him? He looks like a skeleton.

In the chest of a woman, lies not only an annexation of breasts and a frail heart but a flaming desire to process and use power.

"Ryan Carter's room was filled with shadows as he sat in heavy silence, contemplating his past failures. In a moment of overwhelming despair, he muttered to himself, 'If only I had the power to change my past!' Suddenly, an old, neglected lamp in the corner of the room caught his attention, pulling him into a strange parallel world. There, he meets the red-haired witch, Lilia Rosemary, marking the beginning of Ryan's journey full of mystery and a quest for answers about what happened to him and what fate might have in store."

Zou Yue jumped to the side, dodging an extended claw of a growling zombie. A pair of warm hands gripped his small waist from behind and pulled him over to a sturdy chest. The same pair of hands slowly groped his chest. “Brother fan w—what are you doing?!” Zou carefully looked up at him. Fan Xui smirked mysteriously at him and removed the huge shades stylishly. A clear pair of eyes met Zou’s challengingly. “since I saved you just now, why don’t you give me a kiss?” “you... you can see!!! Aren’t you blind!!!” Zou Yue glanced in shock. He pushed himself for of his body. Fan Xui laughed out loud, gently caressing Zou’s long black hair. “are you gonna leave me now?,” he continued groping his barely their chest through his girly tank top. “Fuck yeah!! Let go you poser.” he pushed him away and started shooting the zombies outside with renewed passion. Fan suddenly caught his wrist. “You bastard, what are you doing, let go of my hand. The zombies are coming!!!” “Hmm okay,” Fan Xui let go. He swiftly snapped a fluffy handcuff snugly on his wrist, tying them both together. “Now we are tied together for live and death,” “FAN. XUI!! Get this off of me!” Zou growled at him, but the young man just laughed happily. “Sigh, you are beautiful even when you are angry, dear,” Fan Xui whispered and pulled him up for a passionate kiss. He gently bit those soft lips and moaned. “Delicious,” Letting go, he slowly waved his hand towards the upcoming zombies and they are reduced to ashes.

A good choice today will lead to a better tomorrow. We have the power to choose use it wisely.

A detective finds himself thrust into a nightmarish world of horror and mystery when a strange sigil mysteriously appears on his chest. As he struggles to uncover its origins, he becomes haunted by voices that echo in his mind. Desperate to unravel the truth, he grapples with the terrifying question: Are these whispers a sign of a deeper conspiracy, or is his sanity slipping away?

The life of a young man is turned upside down by a tragic event. His new life ringing a lot of room for improvement based off of his old life. But there is one problem.....

One day during January 2023, a chest named "Pandora's Box" was opened, causing Yokai, Oni, Mythical Beast, and more to be brought out into the world, and that's where Kaden, a 15-17 highschooler who opened the chest, and Glutton, A monster who was wrongfully trapped in pandora's box, plan to stop them and to bring the world back to normal!