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ichiro sakuta a 16 year old High school student who is so horny that even the boy's are afraid of him and no one tries to be close with him, and he doesn't get any sex in his world due to some acts of his and verious reasons that we will find out, but one day he gets transmigrated to another world where gender morales are reversed and women's are more sexually aggressive as soon as he realised this he begins his journey to start his Harem and let's his impulsive thoughts to do evil things and becomes a sexual perverted serial killer ( his Harem will not accept eachother ) ( either with one of them or be dead ) ( rape, piss drinking, scat, loli, pedo, super pedo, femboy, cross-dressing, heavy spitting/saliva drinking fetish, heavy necrophilia sex, cannibalism sex, food sex fetish, incest, forced feminization, penetration, sexual killing, zoophilia, animal sexual abuse ) mc is beyond degeneration pure evil

[Kill decisive + not Madonna + horizontal push + invincible + violent.] Lin Yu, an ordinary and tired young man in modern society, the pressure of life and the confusion of his heart make him drink to drown his sorrows on his birthday and get hung up on the street. However, the cogs of fate turned quietly while he was drunk. A mysterious light suddenly appeared, instantly embroiled him in an unknown space, and when he woke up, he was already in the mysterious realm of cultivation.

While ranked first till Middle School, now forever-No.2, Zhi Ying was submitting her homework, she overhead some teachers casually gossiping in the staffroom, about how a student’s academic performance had worsened significantly ever since he started dating. 　　Zhi Ying’s eyes lit up when she heard this, then and there she made up her mind to go approach the Year’s No.1 student, date him, and then let him drop rock-bottom in terms of academic performance! This way, she could be the number 1 student again! 　　Much later, still-forever-Number 2 Zhi Ying: If I can’t rank first in school, then I’ll settle for being their person instead!

"Technology changes life, making the world a better place." Firmly believing this statement, Li Er died from nuclear radiation and began his journey across different worlds-- "It's not me who is wrong, it's the world. Let's start by taking down Arasaka." "Impressive Cyber Prosthetics, good thing my Cybertron Prosthetics are not bad either."

A young king sits upon his throne, but power is never truly given—it is taken, earned, or unearthed from the ruins of those who failed before. In his hands lies an ancient book, its pages whispering secrets only the worthy may claim. But knowledge is a double-edged sword, and what lurks within the ink may shape him… or consume him. Elsewhere, beneath the cold embrace of an endless abyss, another boy descends. The waters press in, heavy as fate itself. He does not thrash, does not surrender. Instead, he waits, lungs burning, muscles screaming—until the moment to rise comes. And when it does, he does not merely surface. He ascends. One walks the path of shadows, the other climbs toward the unknown. Two destinies, carved in defiance of limits. But the higher one soars, the deeper the other falls. And when the moment comes, when their paths inevitably cross—will the sky darken, or will the night be pierced by light?

I transmigrated—what?! I transmigrated into a fetus...! My mother is actually a Heavenly Emperor...! This’s unbelievable!

Nasty rumors are swirling around Noah. He got used to having others judge him by this unfair gossip, so he has put an end to him and his personal life. Ethan is hunted by his past, so he’s diligently trying to avoid any kind of close relationship. It seems like they have no common ground and certainly have no reason to be interested in each other. But ‘Devil’s Eye’ clears things up.

He sees a fearful girl walking around in the woods late at night.....She ran off so he chased after her..... she heard heavy breathing behind her....

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

this is a real story young man lives a life defined by poverty, exhaustion, and loneliness. Every day is the same backbreaking labor, an empty apartment, and a growing sickness he can't afford to treat. The only light in his life, his girlfriend, betrays him without remorse, confirming what he already knew he has nothing and no one. As his health declines and he loses his job, Axel drowns himself in alcohol, searching for an escape. In the end, with no hope left, he makes his final decision, stepping off the edge of a rooftop into the indifferent city below only to be welcomed by another reality of fantasy beyond imagination.

Two people from different social ladders meet. the other not knowing that each one existed in their own world, till fate push them towards each other. now they’ve got to ignor the difference in the social status they share because of love.

She's trapped by the expectations of her parents. He sets his own expectations and achieves them. Their paths cross through an arranged marriage and the expectations have never been higher.

scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

For Jamie Vayne, life could be better, but he’s not complaining. His career as a musician might not be on the fast track, and he still has to work to earn a paycheck, but his following on a particular platform for the naughty eye in search of the sexy guy is on the rise, and his hookup success nears one hundred percent in terms of both sides’ satisfaction. Life is far from a straight line, and certain enticing curves are to be expected. Less expected is having a curve ball thrown at him by no other than the Sunny Hill gossip rag, Xpress. A weirdo who loves dressing up now follows him around, ruining his chances to score, and the next thing he knows, his failures are displayed in bold letters for all the campus’s entertainment. Jamie loves a challenge. He’ll catch Xpress, and when he does... That’s what this story is about.

The Rubix Cube had made a lot of enemies for decades, one of them comes back for revenge. Despite their best efforts their children and grandchildren get caught in the cross fire.

Stellar Ascension: The Convergence of Tech and Mysticism In a universe where science meets the arcane, Lin Chen, bound by an ancient curse, stumbles upon the key to a revolutionary path: fusing "mechanical enlightenment" with "quantum cultivation." As he rises, he faces cosmic-scale moral challenges and ultimate trials, culminating in a battle against a tech-spawned "spiritual singularity." This groundbreaking tale redefines xianxia, blending epic sci-fi with transcendent philosophy—an unforgettable journey of power, purpose, and the cosmos.

This is a compilation of one-shot stories (ini adalah kumpulan cerita one-shot). Sometimes it's made with heavy angst, chaotic minds, and your most likely nightmares-to-be. Sometimes it's as relaxing and sweet as your morning with a chamomile tea. You choose it.

In his fourth year of high school, a boy burdened by responsibilities beyond his years struggles to fit in with his classmates. His maturity and hard work set him apart, creating a chasm between him and his peers. One day, overwhelmed by the cruel gossip and his mounting frustrations, he unexpectedly finds solace in the kindness of a new Physical Education teacher. This angelic figure, with eyes full of warmth and empathy, offers a glimmer of hope in the boy's tumultuous life. As their paths cross, the boy begins to grapple with feelings he's never experienced before. Falling in love is a wonderful thing, but what if you fall for someone you're not supposed to covet? This is the story of a student who falls for his teacher-a tale of forbidden love, inner conflict, and the quest for understanding. Will his love be reciprocated, or will it remain forever unrequited?

Title: Monstrous Immortals (怪仙物) by CantUnnameable (曉不可名) Chatgpt Translate I'm just a newcomer who wants to try writing a novel. My first book, my first language is not english. Inside the house, Li Wu paid no mind to the gossip outside. His full attention was on the experiment in front of him. Sparks flashed repeatedly, flickering like fireflies in the dim room, until- BOOM! A deafening explosion rocked the house. "Damn it! After all this time, it still failed!"

A thunderstorm and heavy rain woke up Danny Sage from his final rest in bleak dead of night. Shattered memories assaulted his mind of the final battle he had met his end at the hands of two women but he was alive again reborn with a different name and destiny.

Labeled “weird” and always alone, she’s built walls no one dares to cross—until he does. A warm, curious transfer student changes her world, proving that love can bloom in the unlikeliest places.

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

[WPC SILVER PRIZE WINNER - #199 REVENGE] [Mature Content Warning] Ayla was the child of promise for her generation— the one that'd seal away the demonic ring of nightmare and banish the Demon King forever. The appearance of the traveler from the other world, Richard Clayton was a sign from the gods that it was time to end the nightmare once and for all. She gave Richard her trust and her heart. He swore in the sacred oath of his world that he'd help her save the world and stay with her forever, cross his heart and hope to die. Ayla never imagined that she would be the one to die in betrayal. Until the light of the last star dies, she will hunt him across time and space for her revenge. Check out the "Cross Your Heart and Hope to Die" Spotify Playlist here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0iTAtRttCXEIccj8oNKVc7?si=d0f117af35fe4ca3 Cover by JeiJandee Discord: https://discord.gg/Y79vUr4mrf Ko-fi: https://www.ko-fi.com/studiohnh

Selena Brooks, a dreamer, chasing the dazzling world of fashion, find herself drawn to Grayson Collins, a man admired by millions. But fate is never simple. As their lives become entwined, buried secrets begin to unravel, threatening to shatter everything they have. What happens when the past refuses to stay hidden? And when the truth is far more devastating than they ever imagined?

In the werewolf kingdom, a she-wolf's happiest day is supposedly when she meets her predestined mate. But for weak omega Lyra of the Crescent Moon pack, this fated day brings nothing but humiliation and heartbreak. Her chosen mate rejects her and chooses her cousin Athena , her longtime bully and tormentor. Devastated, Lyra flees the mating ceremony and goes to a bar to drown herself in sorrow. In her despair, she has a one-night stand with a stranger and becomes pregnant. Shunned by her pack, gossip about her unwanted pregnancy spreads like wildfire. Lyra decides to escape the shame by running away for good. Her already sorrowful world is thrown into further chaos when she ends up crossing paths with the stranger from that fateful night. And it turns out he has a chosen mate who will stop at nothing to get rid of Lyra. Meanwhile, Lyra's former mate, who once rejected her, now seeks to reclaim her upon learning she alone holds a special power that can save his ailing mother, the Luna of their pack. Lyra finds herself trapped in a whirlwind of emotions as people only want to use her for their own needs. Or will she finally carve her own destiny in the face of those who betrayed her trust and wrecked her dreams?