Mutter Witze

The strive for power,the need to stand to stand on top of the world. There wasn't something new for Andrew to which he didn't care that much about. He laid back as he saw Gods, protagonists and villains to fall on this trope. Why wasn't it important to him, because it all classified as Hedonism and Fear to him. The need to strive for power for benefits."Hedonism." and the strive to abstain from death or servitude."Fear." How was any of this important to him now, because that was one of his exploits. It also didn't help that he had unrealistically overpowered "skills" against his opponents. "Every being that has the displeasure of existing falls under the principle of hedonism and fear. Once experiencing it,there is no stopping so regardless of what they do,only one fate awaits them." He mused in his void. "Andrew,come give me a hand." A voice rang making him emerge from his palace and Infront of him was a lady with blood covered all over her along with a dying body next to her feet. The lady gave him a gun to which he coldly looked at the person crawling on the ground. "Shoot him,my doll." *Bang* "Things never change." Andrew muttered beneath his breathe. Also if you aren't a fan of op mc. Do not touch thank you!!!

"Now you see?" she shouted in a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "You can't outsmart Scrients! They're the most intelligent beings across the two realms." "You're right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a heavy sigh. "I made a mistake. I was too arrogant to think that a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "Heik! Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I'm not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait, you can't. I killed them all.” ______ My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid, pointless scuffle, and in the middle of it, I tripped and hit my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in - the memories of another life, of a different world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First, I was in a game I used to play in my past life. Second, I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool and mysterious kind, either. No, my destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death! I was the worst type of cliché: an ungrateful, privileged, insufferable young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. The kind everyone hates — a snobby brat from a powerful noble family who thinks he owns the world just because he was born with a silver spoon lodged in his mouth. You know the type. The one the hero beats to a pulp to prove his worth. Yeah, I was that guy. And the hero? The hero was the kid I’d been bullying all this time. The same one I got into a fight with. He was the supposed savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And at the end of it all, the final antagonist of the game, the undefeatable boss… the Spirit King, was waiting. But could I even make it to the end? Could I conquer a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that was now my reality! “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could, but I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, twisting the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains before they could become threats - nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected? Who cares! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me—my survival, my life, my choices. “I will live this life with no regrets.” …But as I soon discovered, fate was not easily changed. And the price of altering one's destiny was steep.

"The masterminds are cooler than heroes," I mutter as I stare at the chess pieces before me. It is easier to be the one who sits in the shadows and moves the pieces, likewise deciding the flow of the game. Heroes will foolishly sacrifice their lives for the good cause and villains will sacrifice the world for their own gain, but masterminds will use both the heroes and villains to their own benefit. Why, you ask? Well, that's because I've lost my life once while trying to be a hero so, I don't want that anymore. I'd rather be a mastermind who molds the world as per my convenience and live peacefully. Because, why not? *** [Defender of Divine Glory says you are the hope of this world.] What? [Goddess of Wisdom believes that you will be the one to save the world.] Wait, what?! [Propose the Grand Duke the idea of a fake marriage.] And, why would I do that?! [Stop the assassination of Prince Eric.] Why would I save him?! [The candidates for the throne are:... Who will you choose?] Ah! I give up... It seems like a curse that anyone who wishes for a slacker life in Isekai will have to go through the most troublesome things. In my past life, I died because of one rookie mistake but after being transmigrated in the world of fantasy I've gotten an opportunity to start afresh, but unlike the protagonists who look for their love and glory, I'd rather make money and live a life of a slacker. I have magic, I have power and I have money, what else do I need? Well, that was the plan but this damn system is getting on my nerves. I mean who in their sane mind would want to mess with the complicated royal family and political affairs? But that's not all though. I've also become the saviour of this world. Things just can't be anymore worse! Besides, the penalty of failing this quest is... [Failure: Destruction of the World.] It seems like if I screw up in selecting the right person then the destruction that is going to befall the world won't be stopped. If I speak of my reward then it's this vague thing. [Reward: Fulfillment of any wish.] "If that's the case then, I'd rather choose the person who would be the best fit for the throne." And that's how I decided that I would become the Kingmaker.

“Trick, my most pri—zed gift.” A woman shakily muttered as she tried to evade the grim hands of death just long enough to bid her farewells. “You’re kind, just like your father even. But in all your kindness as your father did, please do not —” The conversation blurred into a cloud of obscurity as Trick found himself rescued from the innards of a monster by a strange Machiavellian man, a trickster of sorts. He is soon made to realize that the life his newfound master leads him into is far from ordinary. For centuries humanity has been plagued with the curse from the void, where void beasts; dreadful man eating monsters have tried to sink humanity deeper and deeper into absolute desolation. However this curse is battled by special kinds of humans known as artifact hunters, Wielders of relics that sometimes seem to possess a celestial origin and great power. One of these celestial artifacts lies in the hands of his master and after being passed down to Trick, he becomes the 10th wielder of the mystical “Trickster’s Hat.” He must now use this new found power to try to do what humanity has failed at for thousands of years, attempt to end the curse of the void. Yet in doing so his life is troubled by a series of conflicts as he embraces the harsh reality, that he too might have vestiges of the dark bloodline of the void. “Trick, you have your own curse to break.”

[Ding........ ] [System Binding.......] [10%..........] [20%..........] [40%..........] [60%..........] [80%..........] [100%........] [ Congratulations, Host! The Strongest Family System has been bound! ] ---------------------------- “Huh? I’ve transmigrated…” Arthur muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he surveyed his bewildering new surroundings. Confusion washed over him like a tidal wave. ----------------------------- Arthur was just an ordinary corporate worker, an overworked cog in the relentless machine of corporate life. After seven grueling days of nonstop overtime, his body finally gave out, collapsing right before his computer screen at home. He thought that was it; he thought he was dead. But little did he know, fate had something extraordinary in store for him. Instead of fading into oblivion, Arthur found himself thrust into a vast and unfamiliar world, one ten times larger than Earth itself! To his astonishment, he had become the head of the Osborn family, a once-mighty lineage now teetering on the brink of destruction. Bound by the standard configuration for all transmigrators: The System which is the [Strongest Family System ], Arthur faced an epic challenge: to transform the faltering Osborn family into the most powerful dynasty in existence. Join Arthur on this thrilling adventure as he navigates treacherous waters filled with intrigue, power, influence and danger. Can he lead a declining family back to glory and secure their place at the top? Discord Server : https://discord.gg/SCbm8s6dZJ

In a world where power is claimed by bloodlines and politics, Meiying, a fierce and skilled warrior, returns home after years of hidden training to find her family gone and her homeland in ruins. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she saves Prince Cheng during a deadly ambush. Unbeknownst to her, this act binds her fate to his, revealing a powerful, untapped secret within herself—the rare ability to manipulate life force, a gift once wielded by the protectors of the throne. But as the Emperor’s desperate deal with a demon curses Cheng’s life and the empire’s stability, Meiying finds herself entangled in a battle far larger than personal revenge. With dark forces and political conspiracies threatening to destroy everything, Meiying must come to terms with her newfound powers and decide where her loyalty lies. Can Meiying, a warrior defined by strength become the key to breaking the curse and saving an empire in peril? As the prince fights for his destiny, will her path of vengeance lead to destruction—or will it be the salvation they both need? ——— Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. My body stiffened as a palace guard called for me from the other side, but I ignored it. Mei, on the other hand, began pushing me away in a panic. "Cheng, let go," she said, struggling in my arms. "Can't you hear him? What if he comes in and sees us like this?" "I don't care," I replied, my lips brushing her ear. "Tell me you forgive me, that's all I need. I won't let go until you do." I knew I was taking a risk, a huge one, if we were seen like this, there would be consequences. But losing Mei would be the bigger risk, the one I couldn't take. I couldn't let her slip away. "I just need to hear you forgive me, mei. That's all I need right now." The guard knocked again, calling my name, and Mei struggled harder. "Cheng, please," she said, her voice cracking under the strain. But I didn't budge. Finally she muttered, "Fine. I forgive you." "I forgive you, you crazy jerk." "You really mean that?" I asked, my voice barely audible. She nodded, exasperated, and only then did I release her. Just as I did, the door swung open, and I barely had time to step back before the palace guard entered, the guard rushed in, his face pale with worry. It was a close call. too close, but I didn't care. Mei flinched at the intrusion, but quickly composed herself, stepping away from me to a more respectable distance. The guard, wide-eyed and clearly flustered, fell to his knees in a bow. "My deepest apologies, Your Highness. I called for you several times but received no reply. I entered out of concern, fearing the worst." I glanced at Mei, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. She simply gave the guard one last look and walked out, leaving the room without a word. I let out a long, exhausted sigh, running a hand through my hair, still reeling from everything that had just happened. Turning back to the guard, I motioned for him to stand. "Get up" "And next time, don't enter my room without permission." ———— Author’s Note (Rong King) This story is a work of fiction, entirely created from my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places is purely coincidental. I have made every effort to craft a compelling narrative, but I acknowledge that some scenes or details may be inaccurate or unintentionally offensive. For this, I sincerely apologize. My intention is to entertain and inspire, not to harm or misrepresent. Thank you for your understanding. As we journey together through this story, my greatest hope is that our lives reflects God’s love and truth in all we do. I put my faith in Jesus Christ, who gave His life for me, and it’s my prayer that His grace and mercy touch each of us. Thank you for being part of this. May God bless you abundantly!

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"

Das neu veröffentlichte Buch "Die Wiedergeburt der edlen Dame: The Wife in Marquess House" erzählt die Geschichte ihres früheren Lebens, in dem ihre Mutter wieder heiratete und sie ein gewöhnlicher Kohlkopf wurde. Während ihre Schwester Fleisch bekam, musste sie sich mit Suppe begnügen; ihre Schwester bekam Nudeln, sie musste sich mit Wasser begnügen; ihre Schwester war die Prinzessin, und sie wurde als Abschaum abgestempelt. Sie war gefangen in einem Leben, das von diesem Mutter-Tochter-Paar für sie geplant worden war; ihre Familie, ihr Ehemann, alles wurde zu einer erbärmlichen Witzfigur. Dann verwandelte ein Autounfall sie in ein blutiges Durcheinander. Sie sagte ihm: "Mein ganzes Geld geht an meinen Vater, meine Niere an dich, weil du ein guter Mensch bist. Im Alter von dreiunddreißig Jahren starb sie bei einem Autounfall und hinterließ ihre Niere einem guten Mann. Mit drei Jahren wurde sie wiedergeboren. In diesem Leben wehrte sie sich gegen die Manipulation. Welche Schwester? Sie hatte nicht einmal eine leibliche Mutter, woher sollte sie eine Schwester haben? Und in diesem Leben wusste sie nicht, ob sie noch einmal diesem guten Mann begegnen würde...

Qiao Nan: Verdammt! Ich bin deine leibliche Tochter, aber ich werde behandelt, als hätte man mich von der Straße aufgelesen. In Wirklichkeit behandelst du mich noch schlimmer! Mutter Qiao: Qiao Nan, du bist nicht so hübsch oder klug wie deine ältere Schwester. Du bist nicht so gesegnet wie sie. Du hast kein Recht zu studieren, zu heiraten oder dein Glück zu finden! Qiao Nan: Warum darf ich nicht studieren, heiraten oder mein Glück suchen? Ich werde auf der Stelle einen Mann finden und ihn heiraten! Qiao Nan ist verblüfft, als sie feststellt, dass der Mann neben ihr eine mächtige Figur im Hof ist - die Person, die die besten Aussichten auf den Posten des zukünftigen Chefs hat. Qiao Nan starrt auf den gut gebauten Mann vor ihr. Er hat kräftige Bauchmuskeln und kalte, kühlende Augen. Sie schluckt den Kloß im Hals hinunter, als sie ihn begrüßt: "Guten Morgen, Chef!"

Als die reine Lotusblume sie provozierte, gab sie ihr sofort eine Ohrfeige: "Es ist nur ein Paar abgenutzte Schuhe. Wenn du sie unbedingt haben willst, nimm sie und trage sie." Präsident Jones mischte sich mit frechem Gesicht ein: "Frau, selbst wenn es abgenutzte Schuhe sind, würde ich sie nur dir überlassen." "Hau ab!" ... 【Ein Mann, eine Frau】Vor vier Jahren ging sie wütend mit dem Braten im Ofen. Vier Jahre später. "Onkel, mir ist aufgefallen, dass dein Gesicht einen düsteren Ausdruck hat, es sieht aus, als hättest du übermäßige Leberwärme. Es ist offensichtlich, dass dir eine Frau fehlt. Willst du meine Mami kennenlernen?" Der Präsident, der sich von Frauen fernhielt, schaute sein Mini-Mädchen an und seine Augen vertieften sich. Sofort packte er Mutter und Kind ein, brachte sie nach Hause und verwöhnte sie so sehr, dass sie alle nervten. Jemand fragte: "Präsident Jones, ist das nicht ein bisschen zu unvernünftig?" Der Präsident lächelte kalt: "Sie erwarten von mir, dass ich vernünftig bin, wenn ich meine Frau verwöhne?" Dies ist eine Geschichte über einen anmaßenden Präsidenten Jones, der seine Frau auf unvernünftige Weise verwöhnt und dabei sehr dominant ist.

Der junge Herr der Familie Zhekova kam mit einem alten Telefon auf Cindy Clarke zu und sagte: "Du hast es vor fünf Jahren fallen lassen, und ich habe es aufgehoben. Leugnest du es immer noch?" Vor fünf Jahren wurde sie reingelegt und wurde schwanger. Cindy Clarke hätte nie gedacht, dass sich der Vater ihres Sohnes als der Märchenprinz entpuppen würde, den die ganze Nation liebt. Sie hatte einen schwachen Vater, eine intrigante Mutter und eine Schwester, die ihr schaden wollte? All das spielte keine Rolle! Adrian Zhekova sagte: "Was auch immer sie wollen, ich werde dir alles geben. Sollen sie doch neidisch sein." Wenn ihre Gegner Cindy Clarke verleumdeten? Adrian Zhekova sagte: "Ich werde ihr Konto sperren." Das gefällt dir nicht? Ertragen Sie es! Morgan Clarke sagte: "Schluchz, schluchz... Arthur Woods sagt, ich sei ein uneheliches Kind ohne Vater." Nachdem die Familie Woods in Konkurs gegangen war, wandte sich Adrian Zhekova an Cindy Clarke und fragte: "Wann machst du uns offiziell?" Cindy Clarke antwortete: "Seit ich dich getroffen habe, ist es so, als hätte ich einen Schummelcode. Alles läuft nach meinen Vorstellungen." Adrian Zhekova erwiderte: "Das stimmt, ich bin dieser Cheat-Code."

In einer Welt, in der Lykaner und Werwölfe eingeschworene Feinde sind, ist Eve Valmont ein Werwolf, der durch eine Prophezeiung verflucht und reingelegt wurde. Von ihrem eigenen Rudel verraten und jahrelang gefangen gehalten, nimmt ihr Schicksal eine noch dunklere Wendung, als sie dem Lykanerkönig Hades Stavros angeboten wird - einem Herrscher, der für seine rücksichtslosen Eroberungen und tödlichen Fähigkeiten gefürchtet ist. Gebunden durch eine uralte Prophezeiung und verfolgt von den Geistern ihrer Vergangenheit, ist Eve nun der Gnade desjenigen Wesens ausgeliefert, das sie am meisten hassen und fürchten sollte - der Hand des Todes selbst. Hades, ein König, der aus Blut und dem Verfall seiner eigenen Seele geschnitzt ist, ist entschlossen, das Gemetzel an seiner Familie zu rächen und sein Volk von den Werwölfen zu befreien. Er glaubt, dass Eve der Schlüssel zu seinem Sieg ist. Für ihn ist sie nichts weiter als eine von der Prophezeiung vorhergesagte Waffe, ein Werkzeug, mit dem er die gegnerischen Kräfte, die sein Rudel bedrohen, vernichten wird. Und doch ertappt er sich dabei, dass er sich nach dieser mächtigen, aber gebrochenen Frau sehnt. Er fragt sich, ob sie wirklich seine Waffe ist oder diejenige, die dazu bestimmt ist, seine sorgfältig ausgearbeiteten Pläne zu durchkreuzen. *** Er pirschte sich an mich heran, wie ein Raubtier, das sich seiner Beute nähert, seine Augen dunkel und unleserlich. "Du lachst also?" Seine Stimme war leise, gefährlich sanft, so dass sich die Haare in meinem Nacken aufstellten. Ich schluckte schwer und merkte plötzlich, wie schwer es mir fiel, zu atmen. "Hades, ich..." "Aber du lachst doch nur über die Witze anderer Männer", unterbrach er mich, sein Blick war durchdringend und frei von jeglichem Humor. "Nicht über die deines Mannes." Die Anschuldigung in seinem Tonfall war scharf und zerschnitt die Luft zwischen uns. Ein nervöses Glucksen entwich mir. "Das kann nicht dein Ernst sein... Er ist dein Beta, um Himmels willen." In einem Augenblick schloss er den Abstand zwischen uns, so schnell, dass mir der Atem stockte. Seine Hände umfassten meine Taille, zogen mich an seinen Körper, und seine Hitze ließ meine Haut kribbeln. Ich keuchte, doch bevor ich ein Wort sagen konnte, stürzten sich seine Lippen auf meine und beanspruchten meinen Mund mit einer Kraft, die Schockwellen durch mich sandte. Der Kuss war strafend, hungrig - ich konnte nicht atmen, konnte nicht denken. Als er sich schließlich zurückzog, zitterte ich, und mein Brustkorb hob sich, als ich darum rang, wieder zu Atem zu kommen. Seine Augen, dunkel und stürmisch, suchten meine mit einer besitzergreifenden Intensität. "Du kannst nicht über meine Witze lachen...", flüsterte er, seine Stimme war gefährlich rau, während seine Finger tiefer wanderten und mir einen Schauer über den Rücken jagten, "aber du wirst mit meinen Fingern kommen." Ich erschauderte, und in meinem Bauch sammelte sich Hitze bei seinen Worten, seiner Berührung. Die Welt um uns herum verschwamm, löste sich in Nichts auf, als seine Hand tiefer glitt und mir ein unkontrolliertes Keuchen entlockte. Der Blick in seinen Augen verriet mir, dass er genau wusste, was er mit mir tat, und die ursprüngliche Verbindung zwischen uns war in diesem Moment nicht zu leugnen. "Ich brauche dein Lachen nicht", murmelte er gegen meine Haut, sein Atem heiß an meinem Hals. "Ich will stattdessen jeden anderen Teil von dir haben." **** Dunkle Fantasy-Romantik Moralisches Grau ML Angst Spannung Von Feinden zu Liebenden Smut (wie Streusel auf deinem Eis)

Als sie sich plötzlich in einer ländlichen Umgebung wiederfand, wurde Lin Caisang der berühmte "Stern des Reichtums und der Ehre" des Dorfes. Umgeben von einzigartigen Verwandten, behandelten sie sie wie einen seltenen Panda - sie hielten sie kostbar in ihren Händen, aus Angst, sie könnte herunterfallen, und behutsam in ihren Mündern, damit sie sich nicht auflöste. Darf ich vorstellen: die außergewöhnlichen Verwandten: Der Powerhouse-Vater, der erklärte: "Ihr wollt, dass Sangsang heiratet? Da müsst ihr erst an mir vorbei." Die geizige Mutter, die sich fragte: "Wozu braucht sie einen Ehemann? Sie kann all das gute Essen und ein sorgloses Leben mit mir haben!" Der schlaue Großvater, der vorschlägt: "Mädchen sollten nicht die schmutzige, anstrengende Arbeit machen müssen. Schnell, ruf deinen Bruder herbei!" Die majestätische Großmutter verkündet grimmig: "Wer wagt es, Sangsang zu schikanieren? Er soll sich einem Kampf auf Leben und Tod mit mir stellen!" Der schützende Bruder versicherte: "Kleine Schwester, das ganze gute Essen ist für dich. Ich bin nicht hungrig!" Lin Caisang hielt sich ihr schlaffes Fleisch und weinte ohne Tränen: "Lass mich gehen! Ich muss abnehmen!" Währenddessen beschützte und verwöhnte der auffallend gut aussehende, eiskalte Mann von nebenan sie nicht nur im Geheimen, sondern hatte auch eine nicht ganz einfache Identität.....

"Did I get reincarnated as... A HARPY?!" After having lived a life full of anguish, betrayal and the constant pressures of having to make his parents proud, 17 year old Simon Cavil found himself at death's door after being accidentally run over by a Truck. His blurry and lifeless eyes gazed into the skies and he saw birds flying freely in the skies above him and felt envious of their freedom. Under his dying breath he muttered: "I wish I was as free as those birds." And just like that his wish was granted, and he now found himself in a perilous fantasy world where he must either adapt or perish!

The dead don’t lie. But sometimes, they whisper things you were never meant to hear. Forensic pathologist Orion Blackwood has spent his career cutting open the dead. But there’s something he never tells anyone—when he touches a corpse, he hears its final words. A dying breath, a muttered name, a cryptic warning. The problem is, they only speak once. And if he doesn’t understand them in time, the truth rots away along with the flesh. One night, a mutilated woman is wheeled into his autopsy room—no fingerprints, no ID, as if she never existed. As Orion reaches for his scalpel, the corpse’s bloodless lips part, and in a ragged whisper, she speaks: “Don’t let him find you.” Then, her jaw snaps shut. Her body goes cold. And Orion realizes something is very, very wrong. The next day, she disappears from the morgue. No records, no evidence, no proof she was ever there. Even the security footage shows only Orion, standing alone in the room. As he searches for answers, the whispers of the dead become more insistent. A faceless figure watches from the corner of his eye. His own reflection moves a fraction of a second too slow. At 3:33 AM, his phone rings from an unknown number—on the other end, he hears his own voice, whispering something he cannot understand. The deeper he digs, the more the truth unravels. And buried at the center of it all is a terrifying secret: Orion Blackwood is not supposed to be alive.

[Mission: Held hands with him—COMPLETED!] [Next Step: Sleep in same bed,uwu] [Hehe, Cheq…..come let’s together fall in this tragedy called love! Let me immerse you in my soft rice.] Noticing the hot gaze and unconcealable thoughts of his boss whose eyes seemed a bit fierce and dangerous as she slowly approached him, Cheq took a deep breath. Until one day, the crazy woman couldn’t take it anymore and pinned him on the bed, “Fool, can’t you recognise me? Your biggest online fan had always been me!” Cheq: “___” Helplessly, he could only mutter, “God, I tried my best!” “After all, I am a man, please forgive this sinner.” “Since you dare to jump into my arms then let me be rude this time!” [P.S This book contains the rare tag-Eavesdropping.] ………

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

In a forest lies a handsome boy , even with the scattered leaves around him it doesn’t spoil his beauty instead he looks like an Angel that fell from heaven,the boy wakes up and mutters “Where am I?”, then a holographic blue appears in front of him saying [Congratulation host for acquiring the Werewolf System], “???” “What is this? Am I dreaming?”

There was a popular comic that captured the hearts of readers not because of its plot, but rather the bromance between the two protagonists, a crown prince and a duke. Their friendship & mutual trust led fans to ship them endlessly, with countless fanfiction stories ranging from dating to marriage or even incorporating omegaverse settings. One particular m-preg fanfic novel became extremely popular among fans, where the previously cold duke becomes pregnant. But the popularity of both the original comic and this novel caused everything to become unbalanced, until something strange happened - these works of fiction turn into real worlds that collided, creating an error that connected them together. In the world of the comic: Carlton from the fanfic world gazed up at his husband with longing eyes. "Husband..." He pouted, "Why don't you kiss me today?" Alaric from the comic world recoiled slightly and goosebumps broke out over his skin as he moved away. "Please don't come close to me..." He said tersely. Meanwhile, in another world: Alaric from the fanfic world, pulled his beloved Carlton into a warm embrace and peppered kisses on his cheeks. "Darling, are you mad at me?" Alaric asked affectionately. "It's okay, you're still cute." He leaned down to whisper into his ear before continuing. "But don't forget to comfort all our children, they think you're mad at them." Suddenly, seven children barged into the room and called out to their fathers. "Father, Daddy!" they exclaimed. Carlton's frozen expression spoke volumes about his state of mind as he tried to process what was happening. His murderous gaze fixed on Alaric as he muttered through gritted teeth. "Whose children do you say they are....?"

“P-please let me go..” I stammered and before I knew it, I was word vomiting while crying. “—I won’t return. You won’t ever see me again. I know you don’t want me as a mate. You hate me, so please let me go.” I cried out. Cain’s jaw tightened with each word that left my lips “What gave you the idea that you have the power to choose what you want?” His voice was low, “You don’t get to decide what, how, and when you leave. Only I get to do that. You don’t get to leave me, you don’t get to run! You only leave when I want you to.” "I didn’t ask for this,” I whispered, trembling. “I didn’t ask to be your mate.” Cain stepped back, “Neither did I,” he muttered under his breath. “But the bond doesn’t give us a choice, does it?” ~~~~ As the only child of her late Alpha father, Avery Jae was meant to inherit her family’s legacy. But on the day of her arranged marriage to Alpha Lucian, her world crumbles. Rejected, humiliated, and cast aside for her own cousin, Avery barely escapes with her life only to find out a much deeper secret. One that changes everything. When Avery awakens, she finds herself in a foreign land, caught by the ruthless guards of the Vehiron pack, led by the infamous Alpha Cain. Tall, broad and as dangerous as the army he commands. Alpha Cain has a reputation that sends chills down the spine of even the most dangerous warriors. Haunted by his dark past, he has vowed never to take a mate, yet the moment he lays eyes on Avery, everything changes. With a single word, Avery is bound to Cain—whether he wants it or not. In a world where betrayal runs deep, can Avery ever trust the alpha who might just be her worst enemy.

--WSA 2025 ENTRY-- Neraxis saved the people and wiped out the monsters, but instead of cheers, he faced silence and a glowing blue text: [Task Failed Successfully!] [Rating Generated: SSS-Rank] "The hell does that even mean?" he muttered, finding the situation a bit strange. Before he could process, the so-called heroes—who had hidden while he fought—emerged. He waited for gratitude, only to feel a dagger pierce his back. The only girl he loved stood behind him. She betrayed him. The crowd and heroes? They were staring at him with disdain and contempt. "You..." he groaned as a spear and sword headed for him, ending his life. But instead of dying, he was sent back to the past—specifically, to the first day of the academy, year 2367, 8 years before his death. However, many things had changed. One of the most significant was the sudden appearance of a Tower, a mysterious structure that had appeared across all the continents, granting power to those brave enough to contest its challenges. "Not again... With this chance I will end you all" Neraxis vowed to himself, embarking on his path of revenge, while also trying to give his life new meaning. ***** Disclaimer: MC is not instantly going to be a villain, as his background is that of a hero. The switch will be gradual in accordance with the events that happen along the way. Some snippets of such events have already been teased :) *****

[WSA 2024] Kent ist ein gewöhnlicher Zauberer in der Zaubererschule der Familie Sky, und seine Frau Thea arbeitet ebenfalls als Älteste in derselben Schule. Als Thea in die Kaserne der Ältesten einzieht, wirft sie Kent aus dem Haus und bietet das Haus zum Verkauf an. "Du bist nur ein Stück Abfall, das kein Silber verdienen kann." Theas letzte Worte klingen noch in Kents Seele nach. (Es ist nicht so, dass Kent ein fauler Typ ist, der sich vor dem Studium drückt. Die meisten von Kents Meridianen waren durch einen Fluch verschlossen.) Plötzlich, am selben Tag, erhielt Kent einen Raben von seiner Tante mütterlicherseits. "Bist du wirklich meine Tante?" Fragte Kent mit zweifelndem Blick. "Ja, Kent... Ich habe 5000 Gold und himmlisches Elixier geschickt, um deinen Meridianfluch zu entfernen. Bitten Sie mich ruhig um mehr Geld. Deine Mutter hat ein großes Vermögen für dich hinterlassen." Von diesem Moment an änderte sich Kents Leben, denn er bekam ein neues fliegendes Haustier, das den Kernschülern ebenbürtig war, neue Waffen, Villen, ausgefallene Mahlzeiten und so weiter. Bald schon wuchsen seine Kräfte und er wurde ein Oberster Erzmagus. Zwietracht: https://discord.gg/nMYbb23h

Der Dämon ist mit seinen drei grundlegenden Ansichten* ungerechtfertigt und wird wiedergeboren. Ein alter Traum in den alten Tagen, ein neuer Autor mit demselben Namen. Eine alte Geschichte über einen Zeitreisenden, der ständig wiedergeboren wurde. Eine exzentrische Welt, die Gu anbaut, kultiviert und benutzt. Die Frühlings-Herbst-Zikade, das Mondschein-Gu, der Likör-Wurm, der Umfassende Goldene Licht-Wurm, das Feine Schwarze Haar-Gu, das Hoffnungs-Gu. . . . . . Und ein unvergleichlicher großer Dämon, der nach Herzenslust handelt. Synopsis des Übersetzers: Die Geschichte des Bösewichts Fang Yuan, der 500 Jahre in der Vergangenheit mit der Frühlings-Herbst-Zikade wiedergeboren wurde, die er in mühevoller Arbeit verfeinert hat. Mit seiner tiefen Weisheit, seinen Kampf- und Lebenserfahrungen versucht er, seine Feinde mit Geschick und Witz zu besiegen! Rücksichtslos und amoralisch verfolgt er seine ultimativen Ziele und hält sich dabei nicht zurück. In einer Welt der Grausamkeit, in der man mit Hilfe der Gu - den magischen Geschöpfen der Welt - kultiviert wird, muss Fang Yuan sich mit seiner eigenen Kraft über alle erheben. -------------------------------- Gu ist ein legendäres giftiges Insekt, das oft in der schwarzen Magie eingesetzt wird. Es kann die Gestalt verschiedener Insekten annehmen, meist Schlangen, Grillen, Würmer usw. * = die eigene Weltanschauung, Wertvorstellungen und Lebensphilosophie

Ash Flameheart, a young boy who aspired to be a Greatest Beastmaster Of All Time, was on the verge of death. Betrayed by the Hero’s party, they left him to die in the hands of the Demon King’s army. As his llife gently ebb away after he muttered his last word to the world. “Ahh, I wish I could fly, free as a bird, soaring through the skies and beyond.” After his untimely demise, his soul transmigrated into another world. The Immortal Beast Realm! An eternity later, Ash opened his eyes and found himself encased in a dark space. Beep! [Beast Master System has been installed into a new host] [Calibrating the Host…] [Name: Ash Flameheart] [Species: Heavenly Phoenix] [Growth Stage: Hatchling Phoenix] [Cultivation Arts: Heavenly Beast Taming Art | Feather Swords Gather Array (Not Not Yet Learned) | Eternal Blood Flames(Not Yet Learned) | Ten Thousands Faces Mantra(Not Yet Learned)] Survival of the fittest! Tame or be tamed. Kill or be Killed!

Ashen was a man from earth. His job? Nothing he just helped lonely women who didn't get enough love from their Husbands with his huge dragon of love. He didn't left any prey who he had his eyes on, whether it be Mom or daughter, all would be caught in his lustful hands. But after getting in an accident, he is reincarnated into a useless Prince's Body in a cultivation world. [Ding! Welcome Host I am the Villainous System"] Ashen: "Villainous System? What is that?" [Ding! This world has innumerable protagonists but only few villains, therefore, to maintain the balance you have been brought into this world and I am here to help you in your journey] A sinister smile hanged on Ashen's lips as he muttered: "Doesn't that mean I can do all that I want" [Ding! No host, you are the useless prince now, You need to become powerful to do that] Ashen's smile retracted for a few second before appearing again: "Oh, I am a Prince? Then shouldn't I have a harem?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ NO NTR and there will be NO Yuri. Ashen will be netori, Ashen will not get cheated on. • 200 power stones: 1 extra chapter • 300 power stones: 2 extra chapters • 500 or higher: 4 extra chapters

College was like a wake-up call for most people. Especially the likes of Christopher Owen, who spent the rest of his high school years messing around and pining for the boy he never had. Having had a frustrating high school year, he decided to dedicate himself to his studies in college.   He flew many miles away from home, changed his looks, and hid his real identity from everyone.  His plans were simple: study hard, pass well, no dating. But then he realized two things: life was anything but easy without the backing of his last name. And... he wasn't sure how long he could last before he jumped his roommate, who was obviously not gay. But lust wasn't love, right? Maybe he could indulge a little? Just a little, I promise. ***** EXCERPT: "THAT ARROGANT, GOOD FOR NOTHING, DEMONIC IDIOT! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!" "O-kay... what is going on?" A friend asked him, watching as he paced around the room he just entered. "After battling for a long time. A LONG TIME!" he breathed heavily before continuing, "I... I confessed to him today." The other sat up, eyes wide. "For real?" "And then... with that stupid lollipop in his mouth, he just looked at me and said Okay. OKAY!" Gasps. "I didn't even know people said "okay" to love confessions, but he said "okay" to me!" -- Meanwhile, while he was there panicking, the one who had been confessed to remained seated where he was in the room. He had not moved an inch from that position since he got confessed to. But if one looked closely, they would notice how red his face was, up to the tips of his ears. He suddenly chuckled to himself. "That idiot," he muttered, looking at the door the other had taken.

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

Mo Ran, eine äußerst begabte und schöne Ärztin der Armee, wurde in den Körper der 130 Kilo schweren, ungeliebten jungen Tochter der Familie Qin, Qin Yan, verwandelt. Ursprünglich verfügte Mo Ran über starke medizinische und kämpferische Fähigkeiten, hatte aber große Schwierigkeiten, mit dem schweren Körper von Qin Yan zurechtzukommen. Sie schwor sich, Gewicht zu verlieren und ihr ursprüngliches Aussehen wiederherzustellen. Egal wie schwierig es war, sie war fest entschlossen. Ihre bösartige Mutter und ihre weiße Lotusschwester waren schockiert, als sie die Veränderungen an Qin Yan sahen, aber das Geklatsche hatte gerade erst begonnen. Ihr Plan war perfekt, doch plötzlich kam ihr ein kleines Brötchen dazwischen. "Ich mag Schwester Yan. Papa, ich möchte bei Schwester Yan leben." Der CEO der Xi Corporation, der reichste Wirtschaftsmagnat des Landes, sagte: "Wir beide, Vater und Sohn, mögen dich. Komm mit uns nach Hause." FL : Stark und entschlossen. ML : Gerissen und scharfsinnig.

Micheal, an ordinary young boy whose parents are no more is exposed to a game ELYRIA. Due to the hardship of keeping up with the needs of himself and his sister, he is forced to participate in a competition going on in this newly found game to win a prize. He didn't know that this decision was the start of something new, a journey that is world shattering. ELYRIA on the other hand threatens to disrupt and take over the normal world. "This is not a game." Everyone had the same conclusion after playing the game. "A part of your soul is destroyed I die? How is this a game?" "ELYRIA? Hmm, there's something wrong about this game." Micheal muttered as his gaming bracelet melted into his wrist and he fell unconscious.