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A mage from distant lands. Hated by the world, she carries its secrets to the lands of the immortal, the demonic and the divine, while being harassed by a certain Dark Lord. --- Author's note: I got bored so, I made this. My grammar isn't the best, plus I'm starting to suspect both my breaking keyboard and failing autocorrect is scheming against me, so sorry about that. I made this while drawing inspiration from my half-baked knowledge of different stuff I've read as well as a story I wrote in secret back in high school (that I never showed anyone, or finished). I wanted to include as many different things as I possibly could when i started writing this stuff which is probably why it is such a mess (especially the names. I wanted to use names from different places in the world, but it got confusing.) I don't want to offend anyone or make any statements on anything in my writing. It is mostly just for self-amusement. That being said, if you like it then good for you. And if you don't, then why are you still here? Shoo! Go! Get out of here! Anyways, enjoy! Oh look! My note is longer than the synopsis! Lets make it longer! Oh look, a butterfly! Whee! Byeeeee!

This is the story of Lucien Dion — the cold and ruthless CEO of Dion Biotics. A man shrouded in mystery, whose life is filled with silent scars and a long line of dark family secrets. Lucien enters the spotlight when his Mother, Lara Dion — whom he deeply resents, finally reveals his existence. This revelation stuns the board of directors at Dion Biotics, especially those who were plotting to take the company from Lara under the excuse that, as a woman without an heir, she was unfit to lead. Now exposed, these wolves begin to stir and amongst them is Mrs. Gloria Dubois, one of the fiercest players in the game, determined to uncover what lies beneath the surface of the Dion legacy. As Lucien reclaims what was meant to be his, he crosses paths with Bernadette — a soft, demure young woman whose gentle nature stands in stark contrast to his coldness. But what is amusing is that a chain of buried history binds them both and it is only a matter of time before everything unravels. This is a story of power, family, betrayal, hidden identities and a dangerous love that will question everything you thought you knew. DARE to step into the shadows?

EXCERPT: “How did you get past the guards and track me to my private residence?” Lucien asked Meret. “A magician never reveals her secrets.” “You’re not a magician. You’re a thief.” “That’s a bit rude.” She raised a brow. “I’m sure there are friendlier synonyms. Like…‘unauthorized relocation specialist’?” “Thief.” he repeated, deadpan. ****************** She stole from him but He doesn’t want the art back… he wants her. ~~ Meret Quinn is a professional thief, known for vanishing without a trace and never leaving behind more than a calling card that nobody has ever managed to trace. She steals high-value artifacts for the thrill, not the money. Trust is a weakness to her and love is a liability she left behind a long time ago. But her latest job puts her on the radar of Lucien Moretti, a mafia billionaire with a taste for control and a reputation for never letting anyone get away with crossing him. He was supposed to make her disappear. Instead, he took something she actually cared about — her dog, Cray Cray. A secret no one was ever supposed to know. Now, if she wants him back, she has to play his game. One house. One lie. One string of impossible missions designed to flush out his enemies. And one condition she never expected: she has to pose as his fiancée until the job is done. She hates every second. He enjoys every minute. But pretending to be wanted by a man like him starts to blur lines — especially when he whispers things in her ear… and means them. Neither of them is used to losing. But obsession doesn’t play fair. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+. It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession, control, lust, and manipulation, with morally complex characters navigating dangerous desires. While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!

MATURE CONTENTS WARNING! In the kingdom of Faelori, where pure-blooded fae have driven humans to near extinction, Faelyn lives as the most despised creature of all, a half-blood abomination born from her human slave mother and the Fae King’s moment of weakness. She has endured relentless torture, starvation, and humiliation. Servants beat her bloody for sport. Her own half-brothers force her to crawl like a dog for their amusement. Even the kitchen scraps are denied to her as she wastes away in the shadows of the very castle where she was born. But when half-blood meets dragon fire, when the weakest collides with the strongest, when hatred burns into something far more dangerous… Some bonds are forged in blood and cannot be broken. In a world where power determines worth and bloodlines decide fate, two souls—one broken, one caged—will either destroy each other completely… or burn the entire kingdom to ash.

Zoe Bell était la fille adoptive de la famille Bell. La nuit où elle a été chassée, son fiancé avait déjà le bras autour de son nouvel amour, faisant les gros titres dans les nouvelles du divertissement. Ensuite, Zoe s'est retrouvée prise dans un scandale après l'autre, tout cela parce qu'elle a été vue avec l'homme le plus puissant de Capital City. Tout le monde se moquait, convaincu qu'elle n'était rien de plus qu'un simple amusement passager pour M. Hale. Mais peu savaient que, dès le premier instant où il l'a vue, M. Hale n'avait qu'une seule pensée - Il allait s'emparer de l'amour avec audace !

Zhouzhou est née avec peu de chances, et après avoir entraîné la faillite d'un temple taoïste en mangeant, elle a finalement été chassée de la montagne pour mendier de la nourriture. Mais par inadvertance, elle a trouvé une source de subsistance à long terme. Après avoir adopté la petite Zhou Zhou, Madame Qin a immédiatement envoyé un message à son plus jeune fils, "Regarde, tu as une fille !" Qin Lie, qui aurait dû se réjouir de devenir père, est resté de marbre et a dit, "Envoyez-la loin." Les jeunes tyrans de la famille Qin, qui auraient dû se réjouir d'avoir une petite soeur, ont l'air dédaigneux et ont dit, "Nous n'en voulons pas. Elle ne sait que pleurer, pas amusant du tout." Même les ennemis jurés de la famille Qin attendaient avec impatience de voir Zhouzhou entraîner la famille Qin à la faillite. Cependant, Qin Lie signait des contrats tous les jours jusqu'à ce que ses mains en soient douloureuses, et la famille Qin prospérait, consolidant leur position en tant que famille la plus riche. Même le septième frère infirme de la famille Qin a pu se mettre à courir et sauter. Lors d'un banquet, les jeunes tyrans de la famille Qin ont entouré Zhouzhou, essayant de lui faire plaisir. "Soeur, nous te donnerons toute la nourriture délicieuse !" "Soeur, quel genre d'histoire veux-tu entendre aujourd'hui ? Frère te le dira !" Qin Lie s'est approché directement, a soulevé la petite fille et a jeté un regard froid à ses neveux, déclarant sa possession, "C'est ma fille !"

Je suis capturée? Très bien, je ne peux rien y faire puisque je ne peux pas bouger. Expérimentée sur? Au moins donnez-moi un anesthésique. Je suis libre? Laissez-moi me venger. Vous voulez plaider pour votre vie? Désolé, mademoiselle ici est rancunière. J'ai détruit le laboratoire alors maintenant laissez-moi explorer ce monde librement. J'ai rejoint d'une certaine manière l'équipe de Monsieur Héros. Très bien, il semble amusant. "Aiya, comme c'est cruel. Pour l'honneur d'être un héros, tu tuerais cette demoiselle hein?" Elle sourit en saignant. "Che, tu as encore l'esprit à plaisanter maintenant ?" dit-il avec un regard noir. "Qu'est-ce que la vie sinon profiter de chaque instant? Puisque je vais mourir et que je ne peux me venger moi-même, j'espère que quelqu'un d'autre le fera." "Personne ne le fera. Tu étais la seule qui était plus puissante que moi avec ton Nanomancie. Maintenant avec toi hors du-" "Chut enfant. J'essaie de mourir en paix ici." "Mais je suis ol-!" "Ap! Les bons enfants ne dérangent pas leurs aînés." "Mais tu-!" "Au revoir~" Elle sourit avant de perdre ses forces. "PUTAIN!" … Pourquoi est-ce que je dors dans les champs de neige? Les loups me grondent. Affamés hein?... Moi aussi.

Le Dieu de ce monde était encore une fois en colère et frustré. Son monde était censé l'amuser ! Cela devait être amusant à regarder ! Pourtant, chaque gars dans son monde ne pratiquait que la magie tout le temps ! C'était tellement ennuyeux ! "Très bien, c'est tout. J'ai besoin de quelqu'un d'autre, quelqu'un qui a vraiment un peu d'originalité pour montrer à mon monde qu'il y a plus que la magie. J'ai besoin de quelqu'un qui est prêt à se détruire lui-même et les autres sur son chemin vers le pouvoir. J'ai besoin de quelqu'un qui ne craque pas sous n'importe quel danger mortel." "Je devrais vérifier cette autre planète. Oui, toi !" Alex était un ex-combattant essayant de s'adapter à une vie normale. Malheureusement, sa vie s'est terminée tragiquement, mais avant qu'il ne puisse entrer dans l'au-delà, il a été enlevé par un Dieu qui veut qu'il répare son monde. Regardez Alex dominer le monde des mages et devenir le seul Dieu de l'épée dans un monde rempli de rien d'autre que de mages !

To have the ability to see into people's past has no real appeal for the teenager this story is about, letting him only use it as amusement and to show off when he was drunk. Never look into someone's past beyond a superficial level. Never try to find out more than you should. NEVER. EVER. LOOK. INTO. THE. FUTURE. But everything changed the moment he was forced to look into the future, was forced to investigate the circumstances of a murder, and was forced to make the acquaintance of the victim's twin brother('s fists). The more time passed, the more it appeared that the primary reason for this murder wasn't a local, but a global one. This single, marred corpse was the beginning of a threat that would shake the world. (MC loses a screw when he enters the prison.) BL, first-person view; MC is shuo (perhaps even a reversible couple); love interest falls in love first; both MC and ML are straight, mutual bending, Enemies to Lovers Many thanks to MelBri for helping so skillfully with any kind of grammar error! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ* https://discord.gg/EADzprUR

In another life, Xu Luan was a revered cultivator — Grand Elder of the Righteous Sect, and certified grumpy immortal. Now? He’s a glorified tutorial fountain. After sacrificing his body and summoning 1,000 gamers from Earth into a war-torn wuxia world, he watches in horror (and mild amusement) as they punch demons, throw cooking talismans like grenades, and build castles in the shape of ducks. What was meant to be a desperate gamble to save the realm is quickly spiraling into a chaotic MMO sandbox.

After centuries of ruling the underworld with terrifying power, Lilith dies in an epic battle, only to be reborn in the human world. But instead of a grand rebirth as a queen of darkness, she's reincarnated as something far more mundane—a secretary. Rather than despair, Lilith finds this new life amusing. After all, who would suspect the devil herself to be working a 9-to-5? Settling into her new reality, Lilith embraces her role, living in a luxurious apartment and working diligently in her office. Though her devilish instincts are hard to suppress, she's determined to be the perfect secretary. But when people push her too far, the devil within still comes out to play. When a creep in the office dares to look at her the wrong way, she calmly fixes her gaze on him. "You keep staring like that, and I'll show you what a broken wrist feels like." The man quickly scurries away, leaving Lilith with a satisfied smirk. Even the rich, entitled girl from accounting isn't safe from her wrath. "You think you can push me around just because you've got money? I've burned entire kingdoms for less. Don't test me." She says this with a calm smile, her eyes glinting dangerously. The day continued like that—stopping creeps in their tracks, putting rude heiresses in their place, and being the flawless secretary she intended to be. But, of course, her boss—the CEO—had his eyes on her, more curious than ever. And while the entire office might fear her or wonder about her, she remained blissfully indifferent. This was fun. And she wasn't here to impress anyone but herself. Who knew being a secretary could be so... interesting? Tags: Multiple Personality Disorder (DID), Mystery Romance, Boss and Secretary, Cold Male Lead, Strong Female Lead, Slow Burn Romance, Dangerous CEO, Psychological Drama

After the arrival of the Old Gods, the Earth is fractured into isolated fragments, each governed by the cruel logic of a cosmic deity. Humanity is no longer free—every survivor must choose a Path of Fate and pledge loyalty to a god in order to continue existing in a world where reality has turned into a twisted game of divine amusement. Our protagonist, Elias Crane, once a doctor, now a player in this divine game, chooses to walk the Path of Chaos. Gifted—or cursed—with a talent for deception, Elias participates in grotesque and surreal “trials” conjured by the gods, each one a test of sanity and survival. In these arenas, concepts like birth, healing, or even death are reimagined into rituals of horror. The game is merciless. Players must earn resources, abilities, and even territory through trials ranging from psychotic surgeries to wars against monstrous legions. Elias excels not through strength or power, but by lies, manipulation, and his unnerving affinity with the gods who demand faith over reason. As Elias climbs the “Ladder of Ascension,” he becomes entangled with other powerful players—some allies, some enemies, and some unknowable beings who may or may not be divine. His ultimate goal is not salvation, but dominion—to bend the system to his own will, no matter what monstrosity he must birth, deceive, or betray.

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

"Mr. Ambrose, please refrain from touching me like that." I pulled away from him, my voice steady despite the unsettling situation. His hands, which had been resting on my waist, now moved slowly downward. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker. "Why? I get to see the house before I buy it, but not you before I... marry you?" Confusion washed over me. What was happening? I had come here to show him the property he was interested in, only to find myself pressed against the wall by a man who had shown no interest in me from the beginning. How had things escalated to this? I’m Maeve Cruz, and this is the story of how my one attempt at doing something good turned into a complete disaster. I had made a vow to my best friend that I would stop pursuing her brother if she could just find it in her heart to forgive me for trying to use her as a bridge to him. I promised to leave him alone, to put an end to my unrequited feelings. But the moment I made that promise, everything seemed to unravel. Despite my vow, I found myself crossing paths with him more frequently than I ever expected. And not just in ordinary places—our encounters occurred in the most unexpected and unconventional circumstances. It was as if, despite my best efforts to move on, he was somehow drawn to me in ways that defied logic. The man who had previously been oblivious to my existence was now inexplicably interested in me, and his methods of showing it were anything but conventional. My attempts to do the right thing had only led to a series of complications I couldn’t have anticipated.

Almond Crowshade était le dernier humain survivant dans un monde mourant dont les habitants n'ont pas réussi à conquérir le 30e étage du Grand Labyrinthe de l’Abîme à temps. Le monde était en train de se détruire, et Almond était le dernier à défier le 30e étage à plusieurs reprises malgré la destruction imminente de la planète. Il finit par vaincre le Boss de l'Étage à son dernier souffle en atteignant un véritable éveil, acquérant un Trait de rang X qui signifiait un potentiel illimité. Hélas, il a gagné, mais il n'y avait ni foyer ni avenir pour ce pour quoi il s'était battu. Mais une figure mystérieuse est apparue, ressentant de la pitié et de l'amusement. "C'est un jouet trop précieux et amusant pour le laisser pourrir ici. Tu te réincarneras et grimperas pour rendre les choses intéressantes." [Transfert vers un autre monde en cours…] [Tes souvenirs seront scellés et tu te réincarneras dans un autre monde qui a accueilli le tutoriel de Grimworld comme celui-ci. En franchissant chaque étage du Grand Labyrinthe de l’Abîme, tu débloqueras une partie de tes souvenirs, jusqu'au 10e étage sur lequel tu retrouveras l'intégralité de tes souvenirs.] ‘Je te donne une seconde chance. Cette fois, tu dois terminer le tutoriel de Grimworld et passer au grand jeu pour rendre les choses intéressantes et divertissantes.’ [Bonne chance.]

The shadows lurked, its whispers a fearful caress to the heart. A word of it begot omen and doom is the person who sees it. The world was evolving, creatures emerging and some going instinct, but one rule remained among the humans, "BEWARE OF THE NIGHT CREATURES." Ophelia, tossed and turned by the cruel wind and unfortunate side of the world found herself embracing the very shadow that was feared by many. The shadow which always haunted her. Not only was she haunted, but she was also the reason the shadow lurked. Its darkness deftly intertwined with the course of her life, bringing to light secrets locked away in the abyss. Secrets which led her to the arms of the one whose statements remained of evil. Rumors of her prevailed, each one more abhorrent than the other. While most of the rumors were false, there were specks of truth in them. However, in the dance of darkness, its drums beaten by the shadows, everything and every danger she faced culminated on the day she was bitten by the very creature humans termed evil and vile. She was his pawn, his amusement to be poked, his first bite. Her blood the first to ink his fangs, had unbeknownst to him formed a forbidden and sacred bond that could not be severed unless she died. Gone from his play toy to the number one on his kill list, Ophelia found herself confronting dangers that she, no matter how hard she tried, could never win against. When the game of chase and death slowly evolves into an unspoken spark-like trail of shadows weaving in the hearts of the predator and the prey, Ophelia is conflicted about the path to follow. The path to toss the dangers aside and embrace the whispers of her heart— or, the path to heed the warnings of her heart and run further from her predator. Unfortunately, in the dance of the cruel hand of fate, whichever way she took, he was always there like a shadow ready to entrap her. SHE WAS HIS FIRST BITE AND HE WAS HER SHADOW.

novel deleted due to lack of experience I learned from that mistake now I will not say very explicit things about r18 although it is annoying that a ban happens life goes on and I can publish the same improved book and without things that touch the rules of this wednovel platform it is very strict This is very heavy for us newbies, I hate that but I already learned to write chapters without exaggerating or what shoot me thanks wednovel! for making me write my novel again, that's great, I appreciate it hehehe, well my story will be the same but I will change what feels forced or explicit. signs of the novel : In a formidable, ice-hearted realm where medieval magic thrives and only women exist, the unassuming maid Rose toils in quiet obscurity. With her rosy hair and gorda form, she seems an unlikely figure to command attention. Yet, it is precisely her innocent timidity and pure heart that begin to uniquely captivate the powerful, aristocratic Asteria sisters, Lyra and Seraphina. These two formidable women, with their white hair and red eyes, are accustomed to fleeting amusements and the cold machinations of their world. But Rose, with her subtle aroma and profound vulnerability, makes them feel something entirely new. As their paths inextricably intertwine, Lyra and Seraphina, alone among the cold nobility, will uncover the hidden depths of Rose’s character. More astonishingly, they will unearth a secret lineage that promises to forever bind them to Rose in a passionate and fated embrace, irrevocably transforming their lives and the very fabric of their magical world.

Caelus Thorne was born into a good family. But at thirteen, he lost everything that was his parents. The cause? Unknown. The memories? Gone. Yet he didn't care about his past; rather, he focused on the present and the future. One day before his 16th birthday, he saw a garden from his dreams, where beauty is born from rot, and death blooms in the form of blood-red spider lilies. His parents, long dead under unknown circumstances, appeared in visions too grotesque to be mere memories-like, visions that tear through the veil of reality like butterfly wings made of shadow and flame. Caelus is dying, and he has known about it for as long as he can remember. Plagued by a mysterious illness that no doctor can explain, he survives each day on sheer willpower and the warmth of the one person who refuses to leave his side: his sole friend, Uriel Evernight, heiress to a family that would rather see him gone. Now, on the eve of his sixteenth birthday, he revisits the amusement park where his parents died, also the site of his 13th birthday. When Uriel proposed to him, a huge incident occurred, awakening his affinity. After that incident, he discovered the unknown world he inhabits through the academy he was sent to by the Awakeners Association. But who would have thought that the path he chose would turn him into a criminal? ... This novel doesn't have a system, no level-ups, and nothing else; everything must be accomplished through hard work or talent. There is a system-like feature only to track their abilities and ranks, which will exist in their cores. Next, there will be a lot of gore, and even in the first chapter, there is plenty of it. So, it is a warning for people who doesn't want any gore, the gore is huge in my novel. The main character will be a villain, as the tag suggests, and he will not become a villain directly; rather, through the progression of the novel, he will become one he may not be in the beginning. There is only a little romance, so I didn't put the tag, and the romance is for the sake of the plot. Chapter words: Max - unknown number of words Min - 1500 words

Almond Crowshade was the last surviving human in a dying world whose people failed to conquer the Grand Abyss Labyrinth's 30th floor in time. The world was getting destroyed, and Almond was the last one challenging the 30th Floor multiple times despite the imminent destruction of the planet. He ultimately defeated the Floor Boss on his dying breath by achieving a true awakening, acquiring an X-rank Trait that signified limitless potential. Alas, he won but there was no home or future for what he fought. But a mysterious figure arrived there, feeling pity and amusement. "This is too precious and fun of a toy to let it rot here. You shall reincarnate and climb up to make things interesting." [Transfer to another world commencing…] [Your memories will be sealed, and you will reincarnate in another world that has welcomed Grimworld’s tutorial like this one. Clearing each floor of the Grand Abyss Labyrinth will unlock a portion of your memories, until the 10th Floor, upon which you will gain your full memories.] ‘I’m giving you a second chance. This time, you must clear the Grimworld’s tutorial and step onto the big game to make things interesting and entertaining.’ [Good luck.] Discord: -- https://discord.gg/MSM9Gp3Jxz

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”

[Matured Content] In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction. Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something? Of course not! He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon. Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul. But in life, only a mate can claim another soul. ~ (Excerpt) "What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate. "The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched. "I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers. Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him. Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes. "Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes. Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull. "I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes. "If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back. "Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!" ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Extra Tags: #darkromance #slowburn #blood&gore #morallygreyML #medieval #warriors The cover is mine!

Carter Brooks is your average 19-year-old—funny, kind, goofy, charming, smart, sneaky, romantic, hardworking, and a shameless food junkie. He's always dreamed of being isekai’d into a fantasy world, where he could explore vast lands, battle powerful enemies, and maybe even build a harem like in the stories he loves. But when a freak lightning strike—courtesy of a bored god—accidentally zaps him to death, his dreams take a hilarious and unexpected turn. Instead of ending up in some afterlife limbo, Carter finds himself face-to-face with eight powerful goddesses, each representing a fundamental aspect of existence: Strength, Wisdom, Magic, Luck, Love, Time, Creation, and Nature. Amused by his weird death and bold personality, they decide to reincarnate him into another world—with maxed-out stats and a divine blessing that makes him an overpowered Level 1 human. On his very first day, he saves two twin princesses from danger, unintentionally launching himself into a legendary journey filled with action, adventure, comedy, and chaos. From joining an adventurer's guild and exploring dungeons to freeing villages, slaves, and entire kingdoms, Carter builds a reputation as the most powerful (and most unpredictable) man in the world. As he travels, he gains loyal companions—and a harem of women from every walk of life: demon queens, princesses, nobles, adventurers, slaves, goddesses, and more. Even the eight goddesses who gave him his second chance can’t help but keep visiting him... and maybe falling for him. But with power comes problems. From corrupt churches, scheming nobles, ancient monsters, and cults, to other gods and cosmic entities, Carter constantly finds himself dragged into conflict—sometimes because he seeks it, sometimes because trouble just has a way of finding him. Whether it's political marriages, divine misunderstandings, or full-scale wars, Carter faces it all with a grin, a punch, and a snarky remark. He's not a hero. He's not a villain. He’s an antihero—a one-man force of nature who answers to no one but himself. And if you mess with those he loves... well, let’s just say you’ve never made a worse mistake. Join Carter Brooks as he turns the world upside-down in the hilarious, romantic, and action-packed legend of the maxed-out stats human who never asked to be a hero—but became a legend anyway.

Meet Eleanor "Ellie" Chen, a spirited and somewhat clumsy 38-year-old woman whose life takes an unexpected detour from her quiet hometown in a powerful, unnamed Eastern nation to the bustling heart of the United States (the "Most Powerful Nation"). After a series of bewildering mishaps and an immigration snafu she still can't quite explain, Ellie finds herself with one peculiar job offer: a cleaner at the illustrious White House. Armed with her trusty mop, an unusual knack for attracting chaos, and a complete lack of filter, Ellie is a fish out of water in the highly formal, meticulously ordered world of presidential politics. From accidentally flooding the Oval Office to mistaking a foreign dignitary for a lost delivery man, her tenure at the White House is a constant source of eye-rolling exasperation and bewildered amusement for the staff. Enter President Jonathan "Jon" Sterling, the most powerful man in the world. He's known for his decisive nature, his sharp wit, and a surprisingly short fuse when it comes to presidential protocol. Initially, Ellie is nothing more than a bizarre, yet oddly charming, nuisance. But as her unvarnished honesty, unexpected insights, and hilarious misadventures slowly chip away at his presidential facade, Jon finds himself inexplicably drawn to this woman who sees past the title to the man underneath. "The President Fell for His White House Cleaner" is a hilarious, heartwarming, and utterly improbable romantic comedy about an ordinary woman stumbling into the most extraordinary of love stories. With a backdrop of White House antics, laugh-out-loud misunderstandings, and a sprinkling of international intrigue from Ellie's mysterious past, this novel proves that love can blossom in the most unlikely of places, even between the leader of the free world and his favorite — and most chaotic — cleaner.

Meredith, or Edith for short, woke up in chains, a slave to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. But things took a turn, and she managed to escape that burning fate. But little did she know that fate had other plans for her. Although she escaped the burning auction house, she was saved by the most unlikely person. One whom she had been warned from childhood to avoid, and if any by chance she ever crosses paths with, she should flee. King Davion Ashbourne. No one knew for certain what he was, but they all feared him. He was a man of many mysteries, and his reputation preceded him. Even other kings and creatures feared him. But Edith found herself drawn to him. Drawn to his darkness. In him, she found a home away from home. In him, she found a soul lonely and in need of saving. …… Excerpt “How about a little game?” He said, his gaze still steady on Edith. Edith ached a brow, finding his suggestion rather amusing. But that changed when he opened his mouth and uttered the following words, “If you win, you may go. But if you lose, I keep you. But no longer as a servant who gets her wages but as a pet of mine.” “May I ask what game?” Edith asked with furrowed brows. She had no I tensions of participating in his games, but she was curious to know what type of game Davion would play. His lips curled beautifully and slowly as he leaned forward, with a finger under her chin, he whispered, “Hide and Seek,” he straightened his posture and continued, “Or as I prefer to call it, The Hnter and the Prey.”

Fate knows that timid people won't amuse her, so she serves them plain death as a conclusion. Being a philosophy student, the sixteen year old Anglo-Japanese Craig Ichinose had a humble yet principled personality. But his main goal was rather jejune : living a decent and respectful life. If there was something he hated the most, it would be standing out from the crowd. He hated to become the centre of attention. However one day, his biggest fear came true as a life-changing event uprooted him from his sweet life of normalcy. Returning home one night from his high school's farewell party, Craig finds himself stuck in an array of supernatural events. He is stabbed in the chest by a mysterious man and as he is about to die, he sees ferrocious, otherworldly creatures appear out of countless red portals. "Please God, give me refuge in Heaven." is what he ponders on the brink of his death, but then, a saviour descends down from the skies who whisks him away to a different world. In this new world, Craig finds out that a mysterious race called the "demons" have waged a war against possibly every life form in existence. He learns that the destruction of his world was not merely an apocalyptic event but a planned invasion by this race. This single event landed the first blow to the strong foundations of his morality. The night he bid farewell to his school became the night he bid farewell to his own world. He accquired the status of a refugee – a stain he will carry forever. In this new world, he tries to survive desperately as he tries to keep up with the moral codes, societal norms of the war-wrecked times. What is this growing cruelty inside? Is violence, hatred and horror justified in a cruel world? What will Kanito choose – the newfound cruelty or the long-cherished empathy? Will he stick to his beliefs or will he give them all an egregious re-definition? Those will answered with the continuous march of time, revealing the refugee's and eventually the world's true purpose.

The Student President of a school of Geniuses made an error leading to their destruction and her martyrdom. Then she is thrown into a game of the gods in a new world for their amusement. Watch together as she navigates the game of the gods. EDITING IN PROCESS!! Any errors are in line with the Editing Process. Thank you for your understanding. The image is the first-ever work I had done of Chelsea. Enjoy Support me and my works at www.Patreon.com/Madjic

Salvie passes away by a hit by the very people she blackmailed exploited and controlled. She finds herself in a Game of the gods in a universe with a system, in a competition that was randomized based on her personality. Watch with the gods as they entertain us for our amusement. Warning the first few chapters are a bit rough since I had just started writing for the first time. Please Enjoy. The image is not my own and will take down if asked. Support me and my works at www.Patreon.com/Madjic

This is the journey of Fen Hao, whose sealed past holds secrets of his bloodline and the title of Demon God. Alongside Chu Leyan, the girl he must protect, Fen Hao discovers a love that transcends realms. A mischievous dragon’s soul guides him—angry and amused at the world’s foolishness—while Fen Hao’s awakening bloodlines promise power and danger in equal measure. From the Mortal Realm to the ancient chaos, Fen Hao must claim his destiny… and maybe, just maybe, the girl who holds his heart.

This Novel is a sci-fi exploration into a world in-between heaven and hell called Prenive a universe created by god for his and the angels amusement follow as Lilith the main character and the team Phoenix try and take down this god forsaken god game through the inside while they may struggle and battles will end in loss or even death there is always a way to win and in this game god is killable.