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The ancient evil god that sleeps in the abyss has awakened—an evil that always lurks in the hearts of humans, slowly corroding their minds until madness blooms within misery. In this world where darkness and light coexist, a fully armored dark knight walks through the shadows. Red, tattered tights flutter overhead. On a dusty shelf in the hallway, a spider perches at the center of a chest emblem—its owner tumbling across the city, trying to play the part of a good neighbor. A brilliant, philanthropic billionaire dons a high-tech suit, swearing to protect the world. And towering above all, a figure that seems divine—a symbol of hope not born of this planet, with a crimson cape flowing like sunlight, and an "S" emblazoned on his chest. No one would have expected that behind the screen, just an ordinary young man lost in a video game... was the one pulling the strings.

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..."

Back in 1996, when the daughter of the Old Xie family, Xie Wanying, said she wanted to be a doctor, many laughed. "Phoenix begets phoenix, dog spawns dog. A truck driver’s daughter becoming a doctor is as likely as a sow climbing a tree." "I’m not just going to be a doctor, I’m going to be a female chest surgeon," said Xie Wanying. Her words provoked even greater waves of disdain within the doctors' community. Relatives who were doctors ridiculed her mercilessly: "Do you know how high the admission scores are for medical students? Do you think you can make it?" "There are zero female chief chest surgeons in the country. Who do you think you are!" A bunch of people mocked her: "You'll probably only get into a third-rate medical college and end up as a health worker in a small county town. It's easy to imagine what sort of marriage you'll have." After the college entrance exams, Xie Wanying entered the top surgical class in the country with the highest science scores in the province, with department heads in the Capital’s top-tier hospitals vying for her from her internship beginnings. "Student Xie Wanying, come to our digestive surgery department." "No, she must come to our urological surgery—" "Pediatric surgery is in short supply of female doctors like student Xie Wanying." Circles of relatives and friends: … At this time, Xie Wanying independently completed the youngest Tetralogy of Fallot surgery in the country, represented the national association of chest surgery at an international medical forum, and published the world’s first minimally invasive heart valve repair surgery, becoming truly the foremost surgeon in the field of female surgery! As for the marriage concerns that everyone "worried" about: A brother from the Returned Overseas Faction, a hot bachelor within the Capital, changed his QQ profile picture to Junior Sister Xie. The young CEO, a handsome man, came to the hospital every day with flowers, keen to offer a diamond ring. Not to mention, a whole host of suitors had long since worn a path to the Old Xie Family's doorstep...

Alternate Title: Stray: Beyond The Pale Gates Katsunori’s life was defined by distance—emotional, social, even spatial. A quiet, talented kid with too many ghosts in his house and not enough room in his chest to name them all. He didn’t want to be special. Just seen. Just remembered by someone who wouldn’t leave. But the world moved on without him. The people closest faded first—his father, his best friend, even the girl who used to squeeze his hand without asking. He became background noise in his own life. And then came the alley. The flickering light. The copy of his face waiting at the end of it. The last thing he felt was the ground tilting. Not falling—just… folding. When he woke, his name was gone. His body wasn’t his. And the world didn’t want him. They called him Stray. He was not summoned. Not chosen. Just dropped—into a world built on forgetting, where memory itself could kill, and the only person who didn’t flinch was a girl named Morana who spoke like death but watched like a mirror. WHAT TO EXPECT: A protagonist who survives by remembering what should have broken him. Memory as magic. Memory as weapon. Memory as identity. Monsters born from thought. Worlds stitched from emotion. Slow-burn tension, cosmic scars, and grief that bites back. Psychological warfare, emotional anchors, and a scythe forged from love and pain. The long walk toward a name. And the harder truth of earning it.

Pursued by killers, she barged into a man's private room and became his antidote. After a night of abandon, she coolly plunged a dagger into his chest and vanished. Little did she expect, the man became addicted and chased her to Graham City, tempting her by any means necessary to drown with him. "Erik, what do you like about me?" The man pinned the sulking girl against him and fiercely silenced her with a kiss. "Unless I die, otherwise, you'll spend your next life...

Content Warning: This story is intended for readers aged 18 and above. Although it is a love story, it contains dark and potentially distressing themes, including toxicity and obsession. Reader discretion is advised, as some content may be triggering. ** With my heart pounding in my chest, I forced myself into the center of the living room, where the brothers sat in silence. My legs felt weak beneath me, and my breath came out shaky as I opened my mouth to speak. "After college..." I started, then paused before continuing, "I’m leaving the house," I managed to say, my words barely above a whisper. Instantly, the room’s atmosphere shifted. Four pairs of eyes locked onto me, their displeasure clear in their expressions. Before I could respond, the brothers surrounded me. "You want to leave us?" Gavin’s voice was low and disbelieving, his gaze piercing. "Absolutely not," Parker snapped, his tone sharper than I’d ever heard. Cooper shook his head, his expression unreadable. "Sweetheart, that’s simply not an option." Then Bryce stepped forward, his eyes dark with intensity. "Over my dead body," he growled. "You’re not going anywhere without us." "You mean... I have to stay here? With you? Forever?" I asked, my face twisted with fear as I looked from one brother to the next. Bryce met my gaze, his tone cold and sharp. "Exactly. You’re stuck with us. Forever." His words confirmed my fears, and before I could stop myself, my knees gave out and I collapsed to the floor. ** Amera was barely eighteen when she was forcibly taken from her parents. She was brought to their mansion, and instead of being treated with respect and dignity, she was made to work as their maid, turning her life into a living hell. Exhausted by their mistreatment and constant seduction, Amera decided to do what was best for herself—she ran away. She ran as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. But is it truly possible to escape the grasp of the four notorious brothers? The answer is no—you can’t! It’s simply impossible. Amera soon found herself caught between the brothers; they seduced her, made her cry out their names in ecstasy, bullied her, provoked her jealousy, and left her deeply frustrated. Once again, Amera grew weary, and it wasn’t long before she began planning a second escape. Read my other book 'The Ugly Omega Is Mated To Three Handsome Alphas' I'm a new author on Webnovel, kindly support my writing journey.

"Please don’t hurt me!" Alisha’s voice cracked with terror as her back pressed against the cold wall. Her chest rising and falling like a hunted animal. The room felt too small, the air too heavy, like it was swallowing her whole. Her eyes locked onto the man before her. He was a stranger, yet something about him felt inescapable. He wore a wicked grin like her fear was his pleasure. "I’d never hurt you, Alisha," he said. "Like I told you... you’re my mate." His long and cold fingers trailed the curve of her cheek slowly. The touch sent a shiver rocketing through her spine, not from the chill, but from the claim. Her heart pounded violently, like it was trying to break its way out of her chest. She could hardly breathe. "It was you... wasn’t it?" she whispered, trembling. "You killed that thing... the thing that attacked me in the woods." His gaze sharpened. "Yes," he said without hesitation. "And I’ll do it again. A hundred times over, if it means keeping you safe." He stepped closer, and she could feel the heat radiating off him. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, her scent crashing into him like a drug. He staggered slightly, overwhelmed. "What are you doing?" she asked, voice brittle with confusion and fear. His eyes fluttered open, now dark with hunger. "I’m taking you in. God! your scent is intoxicating. I want to do wicked things to you, Alisha. You don’t know what you do to me." Alisha’s knees buckled. It was too much, the tension, the nearness, the threat veiled as desire. Every instinct screamed for her to run, but her body was frozen, caught between terror and some terrifying pull she didn’t understand. Just then, the door creaked open. "Alisha?" her mother’s voice called out. In an instant, the man vanished. A gust of wind brushed past her as if reality itself blinked and he was gone.

"Some rooms are locked for a reason." She only wanted a weekend of peace. A solo getaway. No work, no stress — just silence. But when she checks into Room 405, a room that shouldn’t exist, things begin to unravel. The door closes. The hallway disappears. And the room remembers more about her than it should. Now trapped in a place that shifts and breathes, she must uncover the truth behind the hotel — and the stories of those who checked in before her… but never left. Welcome to Room 405. Once you enter, it remembers you.

“Go away from me. Let me be, you monster!” Eira screamed, her voice echoing from behind the room she had closed herself on. Determined more than ever not to see him. She heaved, her chest rising and falling to the pain.”You took everything from me, Draven. You took everything from me!” “Then take it back, Eira.” Draven called out possessively, “Hate me, fight me, do everything Eira, but don’t dare leave me. I won’t let you do that.” … Eira Katz’s world is ripped apart when she is abducted by Draven, a man blinded by grief and vengeance. Accused of murdering the only woman he ever loved—a woman carrying his child—Eira becomes the target of his rage. Held captive, she endures relentless torment, all for a crime she did not Commit. But when the truth is revealed, the damage is already done. Draven has destroyed her life, killed the man she loved, and left her with nothing. As Eira grapples with the aftermath, she learns she is carrying his child, a bond neither of them can escape.i Trapped in a cycle of vengeance, guilt, and reluctant dependency, Eira must decide whether to escape her captor or confront the broken man who refuses to let her go. But in a world where pain and passion collide, the line between love and hatred blurs. Will Eira find freedom, or will she be forever bound to the man who took everything called life away from her?

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

Shinae Valerie Gallea is a hotel attendant that clean the rooms before and after they use it. One night, she thought that the room was empty not knowing that a man is still in the shower and was about to take a bath, everything is silent so she thought there's no one in the room not. Both of them was surprised but the CEO didn't let her out. He locked the door and never let her go. The next morning, she's left in the hotel with money with no trace of the man. Months later working in the hotel, the one the man owned, she got pregnant.

A man wakes up in a S-rank boss room, he has no memories of himself. He is rescued by a S-rank party Who take him in as one of their own. He doesn't understand why they took him in yet he is determined to protect them no matter the cost.. The world fears him as no common man can survive in the S rank boss room, he is now an outcast. An outcast with limitless potential and never ending power . As so his journey across the world begins hunting monsters, saving people yet a tragedy is certain to fall upon them Can he save the world and his world?

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...

In a universe similar to hers, a girl named Lyra Blackwood stood in a snowy clearing, watching a falling star. She didn’t know yet what the Rift was, or who the Valkyrie and UGC were. She had no idea about the vast number of timelines. But just for a moment, she felt something. She felt a heartbeat in her chest, a breath in the sky, and a voice in her mind that said: “You are not alone.” The star shot across the sky, splitting into two trails, then three, and more—branching like the veins of a leaf in the cosmos.

Liang Zhenyu never believed in ghosts. That is, until he was assigned to Room 404—the only vacant room in the eerie, crumbling Xiao Meng Dormitory. The elevator doesn’t reach the fourth floor. The back stairwell carries incense in the air and rules whispered too late. Inside the room? Four spirits await him: a dorm warden who died in 1852, a 90s schoolgirl obsessed with Jay Chou, a grandma who feeds sleeping guests, and a red-robed woman who sweeps shadows in silence. But they aren’t the scariest part. Something—or someone—watches Zhenyu from the eastern hallway. A girl with jasmine-scented hair and a gaze that feels like a memory from another life. In this dormitory, the line between the living and the dead begins to blur. And Zhenyu must choose: survive the haunting… or uncover the truth that binds him to them— and to her. — Dark, romantic, and laced with absurdity, Dormitory on the Fourth Floor is a supernatural tale where horror and humor walk hand-in-hand, and love lingers… even after death.

"Love Tripped Into My Room: I Just Wanted Peace, Not Panties" Kaito Tenma just wanted a normal life. Wake up, eat toast, avoid drama, and maybe—just maybe—confess to his beautiful, blunt childhood friend, Riko. But fate sucker-punches that dream into space when a half-naked girl crashes through his ceiling and declares his room as her new home. Now he’s living with Yuna, a mysterious (and dangerously clingy) bombshell who thinks clothing is optional and personal space is a myth. From lewd accidents to jealousy-fueled misunderstandings, Kaito’s life spirals into a wild, hilarious mess of high school chaos, horny misunderstandings, and girls who seem way too interested in ruining his peace. He didn’t ask for a harem. He didn’t ask for trouble. But trouble keeps tripping into his life—one girl at a time.

In the not-too distant future, when mankind has colonized space and achieved utopia as a civilization, a young woman’s slice of life tea room story unfolds on an asteroid base. Volunteers work 25-year shifts at the edge of the explored galaxy to gather resources for the peaceful world of Earth. These workers live in makeshift colonies on the asteroids and moons where they labor. In one such colony, a melancholy woman from Neo-Kyoto opens a traditional tea room. This is her slice-of-life story as she tries to bring a little bit of Chanoyu to the distant stars.

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

Jack Johnson is jolted awake in his dorm room by a blinding flash of light. As his vision clears, he finds a radiant woman floating at the centre of his room Deyanira, the goddess of magic. She claims he has been chosen as her champion in a divine contest: a deadly game where only one mortal representative will survive to help their god ascend and rule the pantheon. Thrust into a world of magic, rivalry, and cosmic ambition, Jack must outwit and outlast the champions of rival gods. Will he rise to the challenge, or become just another casualty in the gods’ ruthless game of ascension?

“Teach me” I said drunkenly “Teach me how to be a bad girl” “Are you sure about Tiny, there’s a tiny addiction that comes with that” he said, looking at me through the hood of his eyes. “What am I getting addicted to?” I echoed back, trying to keep my focus on his face, and not down his chest and his muscular arms. “Me” *** Cheryl Taylor had just recently divorced her cheating husband and decided to move back to her childhood town. Desperate for a room, she finds one with some weird rules and a roommate who seemed to busy to meet with her – everything comes to a shocking pause when she finds out it’s Aiden Scott – the town’s bad boy, and in fact her high school bully. Aiden Scott is now a made man and a billionaire but he’s stepped on a few toes to get there and now they’re out for his blood and he has to lay low in the town he grew up – the town that only saw him as a good for nothing bastard. He decides to get a roommate to appear normal, he takes the first one he got and only because it’s Cheryl Taylor – the one girl he had harbored a secret crush for years.

A group of college friends returns to Shimla, where their lives were once changed by a mysterious and haunted hotel—Hillview Hotel. What was meant to be a carefree trip becomes a journey of self-discovery, friendship, and confronting their deepest fears. Prajwal, a budding writer, is accompanied by her loyal friends: the intuitive Swara, the confident Akshada, the prankster Anushka, the jokester Srushti, the topper besties Apurva and Swarali, the good-hearted Rutuja, the cheerful Khushi, and the ever-silly Akshara. As they revisit the Hillview Hotel, memories of the supernatural events that once left them terrified resurface, particularly the eerie and mysterious Room 309. However, this time, it is different. There are no ghosts haunting their steps—just the echoes of their past adventures. Amidst laughter, emotional bonding, and unexpected twists, Prajwal uncovers the healing power of writing and the unspoken stories that bind them all. Through her writing, she is reminded that stories—whether of ghosts or of friendships—never die; they live on in the hearts and minds of those who dare to remember. Room 309 is a tale of friendship, fear, love, and the stories we carry with us, long after the pages are turned. Prajwal’s journey as a writer mirrors her friendships’ evolution, reminding readers that every adventure, no matter how spooky or mysterious, has a lesson to teach. Join Prajwal, Swara, Akshada, Apurva, Swarali, Rutuja, Khushi, Akshara, Anushka, and Srushti as they confront their past, embrace the power of storytelling, and find the courage to face the unknown once again.

The big-chested officer in the army has been discharging milk. He has never seen such a situation before. Helplessly, he can only turn to you, a military doctor, for help... And after you taught him how to use the tool to suck it out, he gradually became dependent on you..

Kurohana High was just another prestigious school tucked away in the quiet suburbs—until an anonymous message appeared in the class group chat: “Welcome to the Game. Task #1 begins now.” No one took it seriously… until the first student died. Now, trapped in an invisible nightmare with no way out, Class 10-B is forced to participate in a brutal, twisted series of tasks. Some are personal. Some are public. Some demand betrayal. Some demand blood. One mistake means death—and the Game never forgives. Behind every rule lies a punishment. Behind every friendship, a fracture. And watching it all from the shadows… something that isn't quite human. But there is one promise: Survive all tasks, and any wish you desire will be granted. In a classroom turned execution chamber, trust is a weapon—and survival is the cruelest game of all.

They were five the night it happened. But the photo shows six. A decade ago, they entered a house no one speaks of and left behind something or someone they were never supposed to forget. Now, strange messages, vanished memories, and a shadow that shouldn’t exist begin to tear their lives apart one by one. Secrets buried deep are resurfacing. The house is calling them back. And the sixth one is waiting. But here’s the real question... If none of them remember him… why does he remember all of them?

In a room were people inside strange glass boxes with a strange liquid and wires connected to it,they all looked like they were asleep. One of them suddenly woke up,she looked confused and held her head as she tried to open her eyes she looked around the room and once she saw everything it was like she recalled something scary as she tried to hit the glass but it was really hard.As she did so she saw red lights flashing and knew she was done for. The door to the room opened and two men in white coats walked in as one of them pressed a few buttons on the glass and increased the voltage from 50 to 70 and then the girl blacked out as she was electrocuted. "Subject 001 has become more dangerous".one of the men said as they stared at her inside the box,if it wasn't for the situation she looked really beautiful. "They've asked that we watch her carefully or else there will be a repeat of the same situation".The other man replied suddenly cracks began showing on the glass as the girl opened her eyes and smiled slowly at them,they nervously tried to increase the voltage to 100 but even after doing so she still kept on her cold smile. They tried to run as the glass broke and the strange liquid gushed out,they slipped on the liquid as she walked out of the box. Red lights began flashing in the room with a robotic voice sounding everywhere in the building. "Warning! Warning! subject 001 has escaped"

***Completed*** 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!

Melody wakes in a world she doesn’t recognize, with nothing else—only questions. A small dragon stays close to her side, as if guarding something precious. Then she meets him… a man with hair white as snow, tall, distant, and with eyes the color of blood. He speaks little. But his gaze lingers—like his soul yearn for echoes she can’t name. The longer she stays, the deeper the ache inside her grows. Not fear. Not confusion. But longing. A longing for something just beyond her reach. Why does her chest tighten with every glance, every silence—like her heart knows what her mind has forgotten? As forgotten truths begin to surface, Melody must follow the pull in her chest… even if it leads her into the arms of a past she was never meant to escape. . . . . . . . Hello readers! Thank you for at least viewing this story. I am an aspiring writer. It is my first time publishing, and I hope you will support me. Enjoy the story guys!!♡ I will try to update 3x a week!!!

Aguy stay in a hotel room just for one night he didn't know that this night going to be unforgettable for him...

Harper Quinn returns to Bellridge Academy after a week of unexplained absence. There’s just one problem: no one remembers her. Not her old friends. Not the teachers. Not even the school records. She insists she were in Room 13A—but it doesn’t exist. The hallway ends before it reaches that number. Maps skip it. Staff claim it never did. But Harper remembers the soft hum at night, the scribbled symbols on the ceiling, and the girl who used to whisper, “Don’t fall asleep.” Now Harper is caught in a riddle of memory and time. Strange fragments of the past flicker through her mind—conversations she had, friends , books with her handwriting inside, and old photographs where her face is just... gone. The deeper she searches, the more terrifying the truth becomes.....

On the day she went to get her marriage certificate, she got dumped! Her love rival pompously gloated about their live with lewd photos. In a fit of anger, she dragged an unmarried middle-aged man into the civil affairs bureau. “Mister, they said I have a flat chest?” “It’s alright as long as I like it.” “...” “Mister, they all said you like fair-skinned curvy and long-legged beautiful women?” “I like flat-chested short-legged women.” “...” He was Jin City’s ruthless and resolute business tycoon. He was cold-blooded and emotionless, yet he doted on his coquettish wife that was ten years his junior! People asked, what is your secret method to doting on your wife?” “Lover her, love her, passionately love her!” “...”