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"I am humanity's last hope, torn by demons. The burden rests on me alone." The sky drop in 2030. Black and white meteorites landed on Earth and set off forces not ready for human experience. The black stones brought corrupt practices and horrible mutations. Though at what expense the white stones provided gifts and comfort? The earth sank. Older borders disappeared. Once considered legends, creatures reappeared, and the first portals to hell opened in metropolitan areas. Among this anarchy, one power emerged singularly : The World Government. Though behind its words was total control, it promised peace and rebuilding. Born in this new order as a holy branch of the government under the charismatic man Klein Illias Seraphiel, the New Church emerged. Alleged Pope, praised as a prophet, but secretly known as a demon. Only one man stood against this new order : Kang Soo Jin. A rebel, falsely accused of many crimes he never committed. Captured, tortured, and executed. But before dying, he swore to return. Since then, rumors have spread. Kang Soo Jin will return, and it will not be for forgiveness. __________________________________________ A/N: Please give your reviews and participation so I know I have real readers ! This is my first book so I'd like to be good at it for the next ones. __________________________________________ → Tags : #Transmigration #R18 [ Violence – Gore – Dark Fantasy – Explicit...] #Overpowered #Tragedy #Post-Apocalyptic #Thriller #Mysterie #Worldbuilding → Chapter Lenghts : 1.000 – 2.000 Words.

# CALM # DECISIVEKILLS After “Renegade Immortal”, “Pursuit of the Truth”, “I Shall Seal the Heavens”, “A Will Eternal”, and “A World Worth Protecting”, this is Ergen’s sixth long-length novel, “Outside of Time”. Xu Qing’s world sank into deathly silence after the descendence of “God”. Master cultivators brought the human race and escaped the continent, and the remaining people struggled to survive. Every place that was met by “God’s” gaze had nearly all life forms wiped out. Young Xu Qing was lucky enough to survive. But in a world where ferocious beasts roamed and infighting was rampant within the human race, it was difficult to survive. “If cultivation doesn’t give me the power to fight against God, then I shall become God myself!” This is a story of how a human teenager became a god, step by step, to survive.

They called it The Rot. An insidious plague that crept into every corner of Santa Catha, dragging the lives of its people into ruin. Fear and despair ruled the hearts of those who had not yet succumbed, as the sickness slipped through the streets like the shadow of an eclipse—slow, relentless, and suffocating. Yet the faith of the townspeople endured, upheld by the king’s promise: the arrival of brave doctors who would pull them back from the brink of damnation. But with each passing day, the line between hope and resignation blurred, as Santa Catha sank deeper into a desperate struggle against the darkness that devoured and rotted its people from within.

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.

The entire world sank into deathly silence after the descendence of "God's hand." Expert cultivators brought the human race and escaped the continent, and everyone else struggled to survive. Every place that was met by "God's" power had nearly all forms of life wiped out. Young Grey was lucky enough to survive. But in a world where ferocious beasts roamed and infighting was rampant within the human race, it was difficult to survive. "If cultivation doesn't give me the power to fight against God, then I shall become a godslayer!" This is the story of how a human teenager became a godslayer, step by step, to survive.

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)

"The more you run, the more desperate I am to have you, my rose." The blade sank in with ease. Blood splattered across the floor, warm on his skin, yet his deep laughter filled the room .His fingers were covered in bloodstains, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he brought the rose to his nose, closing his eye as he deeply inhaled, as if trying to draw every essence of her "Vanilla&Roses". "Oh, my sweetheart", he whispered, voice coated in something sinful."My love, My Madness'' His lashes fluttered as he drew in another breath. "You haunt me, Ella. In my veins. In my sleep. And every time I try to forget you, I end up crawling back to you. My only salvation,My only addiction, only mine." A year ago~ Blood soaked through his shirt. He was losing too much, too fast. And yet, all he could see was her trembling hands on his chest, pressing hard, her breath ragged as she held him upright. She pinned him against the wall to stop the bleeding.He could barely stand. His mask was on, but his eyes met her deep, wild, wanting. “Why are you helping me?” he rasped. She didn't answer with words; she just looked at him, as if he weren't a monster, and that was just the start of his unraveling. Since then, Sylus has returned to her, watching her. Craving her. Getting entangled in each other's worlds. She doesn't remember that night or maybe she does? She became the only thing he wanted. The only thing he couldn’t have. Now she stands beside Asher, the man who thinks he can protect her. The man who touches what doesn’t belong to him. But " Sylus has seen every shade of Ella . The soft.The defiant.The ambitious, and each version pulled him deeper and deeper into his obsession for her" "My Ella. Eres mia," you belong to me." I let you loose just for a while and now the hunt begins, sweetheart, there is no running from me." The story has just begun. An obsessive love triangle, tangled in secrets and desire. Where will it end? Who will claim her heart… or her soul? What is Asher hiding beneath his perfect smile? And what storm swept everything away, rewriting fates? The past is bleeding into the present. And this time, running isn’t enough.But the past never stays buried. Not when love turns to obsession. Not when two men are willing to burn the world for her.

The clock ticked ominously in the dimly lit apartment, shadows stretching across the walls like dark tendrils. Jane's hands shook as she picked up her phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at the mirror, catching a glimpse of her reflection-eyes wild, lips trembling. With a deep breath, she dialed 911. "Police emergency," a calm voice answered. "Come to 123 Maple Street," Jane's voice was urgent, laced with desperation. "Unless it's going to be a vulture's desire..." "Ma'am, can you explain what's happening?" The dispatcher's tone shifted from routine to concerned. "No time!" Jane interrupted, panic rising within her. "Just come!... As she hung up, the silence felt suffocating. Memories flooded her mind-her ex-boyfriend's betrayal with her former best friend, the gut-wrenching pain of being replaced. She could almost hear their laughter echoing in her ears, mocking her. With tears streaming down her face, Jane sank to the floor, clutching the phone tightly. A dark resolve settled within her...

The most powerful and advanced race in the Chaos universe has sent its state-of-the-art research ship into space to search for inhabited planets and, if necessary, colonize them. Years later, on their way back home, their sensors caught a strange energy fluctuation coming from the black hole they passed near. Therefore, they changed direction and got as close to the black hole as possible. At that moment, the lightning energy suddenly released from the black hole hit the research ship. The ship, whose all systems suddenly shut down, lost its balance and was pulled into the black hole. After a while, the ship started working again, but it was too late. They could not escape from the black hole due to their insufficient energy, but sensors discovered that there was a wormhole inside the black hole. The ship heading to that point passed through the wormhole at the last moment and reached a very small universe. When they began to examine the new universe closely, they were immediately spotted by the local races and a war broke out between them. They lost the war because their advanced weapons were useless in this universe. And the new owner of the ship became the clan of the Immortal Ahzab. About 20 years later, all the clans who wanted to take over the ship united and declared war on Ahzab's clan. Ahzab's clan managed to escape from this green world by ship, but suffered many casualties. When they left the black hole with the ship and reached the universe of chaos, there was no trace of those following them. However, the condition of the ship was not very good. They set out for the nearest habitable planet. The ship quickly entered the atmosphere after many problems and sank after hitting the ground . Time passed quickly and years later, a new student joined the clan of the immortal Ahzab.

After finally defeating several powerful protagonists and claiming their treasures, Mu Zhi’an believed he had paved the way to his destiny. With abundant resources at his disposal, he generously shared them with the talented women around him—each of them growing stronger under his guidance. He thought he was on track to become the new heaven-chosen one, destined to rise above the world, ascend the heavens, and achieve immortality. But fate had other plans. When tribulation clouds gathered and thunder cracked the sky, Mu Zhi’an saw the truth: the women he empowered were now reborn as Empresses—true protagonists of this world. As he stared blankly at the scene, a bitter realization sank in. “I was never the chosen one… they were.” A cultivation fantasy full of betrayal, ambition, and shocking reversals. Can a man who gave everything still carve his path to the top? A/N:- I’m now updating daily with chapters of 1500+ words. If the chapters are shorter, I’ll release two per day to keep the pace exciting. If you’re enjoying the story, please consider leaving a review, voting with Power Stones or Golden Tickets, and dropping a comment — your support truly keeps this world alive. Let's reach the top together!

In the year 2135, on the Blue Planet, a massive tower clawed its way into the sky — black as night, wreathed in a gloomy aura that devoured the sun, the moon, and the hopes of humanity. At that moment, every human received a system — a power that felt almost like a game, complete with levels, abilities, and stat screens. But it wasn’t a game. The system’s warning was clear and merciless: Clear every ten floors within six months, or the tower will devour your world. Three years had passed since the tower’s arrival. Humanity clawed its way up, floor by floor, desperate to survive. No one knew how many floors there were — only that each one was deadlier than the last. And now, in this desperate struggle, Alem and his friends had reached Floor 41, hoping to hunt monsters and level up, to grow strong enough to keep climbing. But they hadn’t expected this. In the depths of a dark dungeon, Alem fought for his life. A monstrous angel, wreathed in divine light, bore down on him like the wrath of the heavens. Its level didn’t even appear on the system — an anomaly, a creature not meant to exist on Floor 41. “Run!” Alem shouted to his comrades. “I’ll hold it back!” But betrayal came in the form of a friend’s blade, driven through his side in a moment of desperation. His best friend. The man who had fought by his side for sixteen years — almost two decades of laughter, hardship, and unspoken loyalty — turned his blade on him. “I’m sorry…” the man whispered, his voice raw with regret. “I have to save them. We can’t all die here.” Alem sank to his knees, blood gushing from the wound, warm and sticky as it pooled around him. The world blurred as memories flickered through his mind: the countless nights they had spent side by side, dreaming of conquering the tower three years ago — the tower that demanded humanity clear every ten floors within six months or face extinction. He wanted to scream, to rage against the betrayal… but in the end, there was only emptiness. “So… this is how it ends,” Alem thought bitterly. His heart was too tired to rage, too worn out to even grieve the betrayal of someone he had trusted with everything. In the face of betrayal, he felt… nothing. The angel’s brilliance grew until everything was swallowed by white light. And then… time stopped. A figure appeared in the stillness, lounging in the air as though reclining on an invisible couch. She wore a stunning purple dress that shimmered with moonlight, her long, wavy purple hair framing her face. Her golden eyes, bright and divine, were half-lidded with sleepiness. “Ah… what a mess,” she drawled

*Changed Title* He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri is a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. This book is a bit of a slow burn but when it picks up the steam will satisfy the wait. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was leaking from me. Pain slammed into me, felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so agonizing I tried to brace myself back against the railing. Hard to breathe. I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and a dark red color drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the red from my eyes. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. Then suddenly I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. the taste of iron consumed my mouth, hot blood flooded me when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it’s path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” a smile creeped up my face. “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with water. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent thrashing waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. I try to open to breathe only got water to rush in instead. I was drowning. I was going to die. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

# ROYALTY # DECISIVE KILLING # 1V1 #LITTLE WOLF # PRETENDTOBEAFOOL #BIGSHOT In her previous life, Lu Qingqiao was a legend in the business world. But she was deceived, slandered, and died tragically, while hundreds of millions worth of her assets were taken from her. When she was reborn, she got together with a sickly boyfriend, drew a line with her scumbag fiance, and kicked out her cousins and their family who had ruthless ambitions. Everyone thought she had lost her mind because of her boyfriend, and they waited for her to wake up and toss him aside. However, they didn’t get to see that even after waiting so long. Instead, they were treated to various displays of affection. Up until one day, when someone told her boyfriend that he wasn’t worthy to stand beside Lu Qingqiao because he had nothing but a pretty face. He sneered and decided to stop pretending to be a good boy!***Among the wealthy families in the capital, everyone knew the richest family was the Qin family. They heard that the current Qin family’s head was sickly, frail, had a perverse and tyrannical character, and had a formidable appearance. Now, the mysterious Qin family head, who was recovering from his illness, had finally returned to the capital. Everyone looked forward to the banquet, and they saw a familiar handsome man with a cold gaze.“Hello, everyone. We meet again.”Everyone was shocked and fearful! They trembled and muttered to themselves, “One really can't trust rumors!”***The male lead, Qin Xun: Everyone thinks Qin Xun is after Lu Qingqiao’s wealth. Only he knows that it started with candy, a rose, a round of fireworks… as his heart was slowly moved. When he met Lu Qingqiao, he sank willingly into these feelings. The female lead, Lu Qingqiao: When she first met Mr. Qin, she thought he was a young, clingy boy. But it turned out that he was a little puppy during the day, and a big bad wolf at night!

"Where did he go?" I murmured, realizing I was alone. My heart sank as I scanned the room for any sign of him. But It was just me, an empty wine bottle on the floor, and memories of the night before. I pushed myself up, feeling the dull ache in my body. The alcohol still lingered in my system, and I had no idea how many times we had... well, how many times we had done it. But despite everything, I couldn't deny I had enjoyed it. "You're such an idiot Kim!" I scolded myself, running a hand through my messy hair. "You didn't even ask for his name." I sighed, embarrassed at my recklessness. How could I let myself go low with a stranger like that? I glanced down, realizing I was completely naked. "Oh my gosh!" I yelped, grabbing my dress off the floor and quickly slipping it on... ★★ Humiliated and betrayed, Kimberly Fray's life as a powerful Alpha's daughter of the Moon Stone Pack crumbles when Alpha Derrick of the Night Walkers Pack rejects her. But as she uncovers her true identity, Kimberly finds herself caught between two powerful Alphas who desire her. Torn between Alpha Derrick, who begins to see her worth too late, and calculative Alpha Theo, Kimberly's strength and courage are tested like never before. In a world where love, revenge, and power collide, Kimberly must decide who she truly is, and who she's meant to be with between the two Alphas chosen by the Moon Goddess!

In a story of aching love and revenge, eighteen-year-old and mute Celeste Everhart’s loyalty was put to the test when her father’s company went bankrupt. In desperation, Celeste was told to marry Tiel Brightwell, the attractive but dangerous young man of the Brightwell family. But then, all the Brightwells were dangerous, beautiful, and wealthy. They saved the Everhart Sugar company in exchange for her hand. But there was someone else, someone with equally gray eyes and loving hands. Avond Brightwell. Tiel’s older brother, whom she had always secretly found attractive. Now so close and in reach, Celeste couldn’t help but let herself fall for him. After all, Tiel had someone else anyway. A woman with magenta eyes and silver hair like moonlight. A piece of shining stone compared to her black coal. As Celeste sank deeper into the Brightwells, the more she saw they weren’t the perfect family everyone thought. The cracks started to show, the stories of their past still lingering at the door, threatening to come back to set the records straight. Each revelation affected the two men Celeste had come to love. In the end, she must do everything to fit in and help Avond with the dangerous mission of revealing a crime syndicate brewing chaos in the capital city. What happened to the missing women in Torra? Who was creating the circulating super drugs? Why hasn’t chaos completely taken over the country? How will she continue her life when all of this is over? What happened to her mother? Who was she? Why did she have to die? All these questions, but none as important as the burning feeling in her heart. Who did she love more? Tiel or Avond? Torn between her love for them, fiercely protects one from the other. When the cold barrel of their firearms remained raised, who would she choose? At the end, her life is destroyed, the pain in her heart unmeasurable, everything slipping away from her hands like sand between her fingers. When the clock of time reverses and another chance is given, what will it be? To simply change the events or exact revenge? ---------- This is a regression story, or a back-in-time romance, mafia tale. But it doesn't happen immediately. The story starts from the beginning so please don't get confused when you start reading! Stick around cus, it's gonna be worth it!

Michael, a 22-year-old office worker, felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. After a long, exhausting day filled with endless deadlines and demanding clients, he trudged home one evening, the stress of his life pressing down on him. As he walked, lost in thought, he didn’t see the manhole cover ahead. With a sudden, jarring slip, he tumbled into darkness. When he finally regained consciousness, Michael found himself in a strange new world. Confused, he looked around and realized he was in a completely different body. A surge of excitement coursed through him. As a lifelong manga enthusiast, he had always dreamed of being reborn as a powerful protagonist in a fantastical realm. But his hopes were quickly dashed as he took in his surroundings. This world was ruled by vampires and werewolves, powerful beings who held dominion over humanity, reducing them to mere slaves. Michael’s heart sank at the realization: he was now among the oppressed, and freedom seemed like a distant dream. Determined to change his fate, Michael resolved to earn enough money to buy his freedom from slavery. He found work in a dark, oppressive mine, toiling long hours alongside others who shared his plight. One day, while digging deep in the cold earth, he stumbled upon an ancient, glowing orb. Intrigued, he reached out to touch it, but as he did, a surge of energy coursed through him, draining almost half of his life force. But rather than succumb to despair, Michael discovered that the orb had unlocked a mysterious Bloodline system within him. This newfound power surged through his veins, awakening something deep inside. Fueled by determination, he vowed to harness this strength and become the strongest warrior, just like the protagonists in his beloved manga. With each passing day, Michael trained harder, learning to wield his abilities and navigate the treacherous world around him. He formed alliances with other slaves and began plotting a way to rise against their oppressors. As he ventured into the unknown, he encountered formidable foes and breathtaking landscapes, each challenge pushing him closer to his goal of freedom. Join Leonard on his incredible journey filled with wonder, danger, and the quest for liberation in a world where hope seems lost. Will he become the hero he always dreamed of being, or will he be consumed by the darkness that surrounds him?

“First time? You’re tight…” The man’s teasing voice sounded a little hoarse. A hot breath rolled onto Su Nan’s face. With her eyes blindfolded, Su Nan asked through heavy breaths, “Qiao Ming, is that you?” “Guess,” he said in an unusually icy tone. The next morning, Su Nan opened her eyes and found herself alone in the room. Just as she was immersed in the sweet sensation of finally giving her fiance, Qiao Ming, her all, the room’s door was pushed open. Qiao Ming appeared in a striking suit, looking handsome as always. Yet, he had worn a cold expression, one that Su Nan had never seen before. Standing beside him was Su Nan’s step-sister, Sun Qian. Sun Qian asked with a smirk, “Was the gigolo I gave you last night satisfactory? I heard it was your first time.” Su Nan’s heart sank into her stomach. With disbelief in her eyes, she stared at the man, who she had been in love with for so long and was about to tie the knot with, intimately holding onto Sun Qian. Sun Qian added, “I was with Qiao Ming last night, and the person who defiled you was a gigolo I meticulously picked out for you. Su Nan, weren’t you a pompous woman? How does it feel to be r*ped by a gigolo?” Qiao Ming said, “For the sake of making me marry you, your father forced Sun Qian to get an abortion. That was my first child! Your whole family deserves death! Right, your father died last night, and your Su family has been bought over by me this morning. If it wasn’t for the sake of torturing you, you’d have accompanied your father to hell last night!” Qiao Ming and Sun Qian joined hands to send Su Nan into an asylum. A fire broke out later on, and Su Nan went missing. Everyone said that she died in the fire, leaving no remains behind. Several years later, she returned from abroad with her child. She had fair skin, beauty, and a net worth of over a billion. Just her appearance made every head turn. The child’s lowly gigolo father started pestering her too. Su Nan thought her child’s father was penniless, that was why he had to sell his body. For the sake of her child, she tossed one million at him and said, “Don’t work anymore. I’ll take care of you.” The man who was suddenly being kept, smiled in response. Later on, Su Nan was being pressed into a wall, and the man said, “That three million mansion you’re interested in was developed by yours truly. Be good and call me hubby. I’ll take care of you instead.” Looks like Su Nan was mistaken. The man wasn’t a gigolo. Quite the contrary, he was a legendary aristocrat, and he had been planning all of this for a long time!

Due to the increasing cases of suicide in the country, the government created a simulator system that was linked with human’s brainwaves, bringing them to transmigrate into thousands of worlds and experienced many aspect of life in order to stimulate the will of living. Only when the willmeter was filled 100% could they finally return back to life. Lu Yizhou. Male. Single. 22 years old. On a certain day, he committed suicide by burying himself in the land of snow. And then, he was pulled into the simulator. 666: Welcome, host! Congratulations, you’re the 666th person who joined this project! Host is very lucky to get 666, because 666 is the handsomest, most sensible and most wonderful system! Lu Yizhou: …Can I change the system? You’re noisy. 666: QAQ Lu Yizhou: No matter how many times I transmigrate, my willmeter will not be filled. 666: N—No, don’t give up! Host shouldn’t give up QAQ uwaaa, don’t leave 666 alone! You’re my first, my one and only, how can you be so heartless and leave me behind like this?! Lu Yizhou: …why does it sound wrong? . . . Thus, he started to jump from one world to another to save the villain. Lu Yizhou: Why do I have to save the villains? 666: Ckckck, Host you’re too innocent! Of course, it’s because they are more awesome than the male lead; richer, powerful, resourceful, domineering and handsome! Lu Yizhou: …it’s only your preferences, isn't it? 666: Host, why don’t you believe 666?! QAQ . . . He thought that he had nothing left to live for. Bringing with him a weary heart and numb body, he sank to the bottom of the abyss only to find…a shining star. ******* Beautiful, stoic, dense and unexpectedly naive gong x possessive, spoilt and scheming shou who knew how to use his charm Additional tags: quick transmigration, fantasy, adventure, comedy, dark, mystery, tragedy, fast paced, seme/gong/top protagonist, love interest fall in love first, yaoi, mature, suicide thoughts, past play a big part, 1 vs 1 Find me on: Instagram: delanasiwarka Discord server: bit.ly/delanadiscord Discord: delanasiwarka#1490

Long ago, when the boundary between the spirit realm and the human world had yet to fully form, chaos reigned. Spirits, wandering souls, and ancient monsters roamed freely, dominating lands meant to be a sanctuary for mankind. Wars between these supernatural beings erupted across the world, and weak, powerless humans were always the marginalized victims. However, there were a few humans who possessed enough strength to stand against the demons and monsters. Centuries passed in suffering. Hope gradually faded, and the world nearly sank into eternal darkness. But in that moment of despair, a mysterious figure emerged one who called himself The Arbiter. With a power beyond comprehension, he banished the spirits to another realm and drove the monsters back into the depths of darkness. "I shall establish rules even for you, humans," he declared, his voice echoing across the world. "I shall create a game. Humans, demons, and monsters will battle each other… to reclaim your freedom!" From that moment on, the balance of the world shifted. Yet, due to the overwhelming power of some demons and monsters, they occasionally managed to return to the real world if only for a brief time. Who truly is The Arbiter? And what kind of Game was he referring to?

I felt like I was floating as I sank deeper into the depth of this cold ocean. It was strange how cold it was although how I would really know I was numb. As I fell helplessly to the bottom unable to move or do anything as water filled my lungs. “Stars” I thought to myself as I looked up, there were thousands of them in the sky so beautiful and bright. It got me thinking I'm going to die here aren't i. I could feel my vision starting to blur as things slowly got darker and darker. My lips parted as the last of my air escaped my lungs leaving me with the feeling of the cold water invading and replacing where the air once was.

Shi ZhenXian slid his boot across the mud and nearly fell off the mountain. What an idiot! He thought to himself, gritting his teeth. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been in such difficulty during a fight. The night before the Taoist cultivator could not resist the temptation to drink the liquor that he had longed to taste; so, as soon as the first sip slipped into his throat, all sense of responsibility vanished just as quickly. The Taoist blinked twice, looked at the empty flask in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. That joy was as immense as it was fleeting. He didn't even have time to think that he fell backwards on the wooden floor with a thud. "Ahahah ...", a light laugh escaped from his lips "What the fuck have I done". His vows required him to abstain from worldly pleasures, which included wine. - At the end, Shi ZhenXian imprisoned the man he was fighting with. He went to see him to try spilling something out of him, and in the moment the man saw Shi ZhenXian, his eyes widened and his face twisted into a grimace of shock and fear. He opened his mouth and it seemed clear to everyone what he was about to do. He was about to bite his tongue off! Shi ZhenXian's he ran towards the prisoner and blocked his jaw with his hand, placing the hollow between his fingers and thumb between the man's teeth. They sank into Shi ZhenXian's hand, who did not bat an eye, but remained still, restraining him by the head. “Not so fast.”

Annabelle Asra: “Wait!" He commanded, hope surged within me. Maybe he will change his mind, but his expression turned icy, and my heart sank as I understood he had no intention of doing so. "I will never allow you to live a normal life, even if the Crimson Moon has shown you mercy, Annabelle. I will make your existence a living nightmare for what you did to my sister." As I pondered his plans for me once I was no longer part of his tribe, he seized my throat, and his fangs pierced my neck. The pain was unbearable as he marked me. The agony I endured was nothing compared to the torment his mark would bring. Anger, resentment, and bitterness consumed me. A mark typically signifies acceptance and protection, but in my case, it signified the opposite. Betrayed by the Alpha's fiancée, Kari, I was sentenced to death but spared by the Crimson Moon, only to be exiled and marked by my ruthless Alpha, Zachary Ziglar. After surviving and joining a new pack, I discovered I was pregnant without remembering who I had been with. But why did my pup bear a striking resemblance to my tormentor?

Xander stood atop the craggy cliff, the wind whipping his light grayish hair into a frenzy as he gazed out at the restless ocean. The waves crashed below, their foamy fingers reaching out to caress the jagged rocks with a brutal, unyielding rhythm. The sight filled him with a profound sense of disparity and a longing so intense it ached in his chest, a longing for a life he could never have. At just 23 years old, Xander felt the weight of a thousand failures pressing down on him. Every path he'd taken had led to ruin, every choice had been the wrong one. He couldn't understand it. He'd always tried his best, but his best was never enough. His mind drifted to the women he'd planned to marry, the one who'd shattered his heart and his trust. He'd caught her in the act, her lips locked with another man's her body pressed against his. The image was seared into his memory, a brand of betrayal that would never fade. When he'd confronted her, she'd turned on him like a cornered animal, her lies spilling from her mouth like venom. She'd painted him as the monster, an abusive fiancé who'd laid hands on her in rage. No one had believed his denial, not even his own parents. They'd cast him out, their disapproval a physical blow that left him reeling. And with their rejection, he'd lost his job, his home, his dignity. Xanders heart pounded in his chest as he recalled the humiliation, the pain. He felt a fresh wave of anger and betrayal. How could they not believe him? His twin brother, Oliver, was the only one who'd stood by him, who'd offered him a lifeline. Oliver had promised to help, to take him away from this place and the echoes of his shattered dreams. But as Xander stood there, the wind howling around him, he felt a sudden sharp shove from behind. His arms windmilled wildly as he stumbled forward, his toes scrambling for purchase on the crumbling edge of the cliff. Panic surged through him as he plunged downward, the world spinning around him in a dizzying blur. He looked up, his eyes locking onto the figure standing at the cliffs edge. Oliver. His twin brother's face was a mask of cold calculation, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Xander fall. Shock and confusion ripped through Xander, a second wave of betrayal crashing over him. Why? He wondered, his mind racing. Why would Oliver do this? The ocean rushed up to meet him, the impact driving the air from his lungs in a painful rush. The water was freezing, the sting of it like a thousand needles piercing his skin. He sank, the dark abyss claiming him, pulling him down into its cold embrace. He kicked and thrashed, his body's instincts for survival kicking in, but it was no use. His lungs burned, the need for air becoming unbearable. He could feel the darkness creeping in, a peaceful relief from the pain and the betrayal. As consciousness slipped away, Xander's last thought was a bitter one. He should have taken swimming lessons. He should have done a lot of things differently. But it was too late now. The sea claimed him, and he sank into the depths, his life ebbing away like the tide. but this was only the beginning of Xanders story.

Damien’s hands were rough on my hip, his hot breath against my ear, a small growl escaped those perfect lips. “Ride me,” he commands. Like an addictive drug, my body trembled but obeyed, sliding down slowly inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside me, stretching my core. My fingers dug into his thighs, my lips parting with a choked moan. “Ahh—hmm…” A choked-out moan escaped. From the doorway, Luca watched, his eyes dark and hungry. Somehow his presence ignited something darker within me. My heart pounded hard and my skin flushed. I gasped, panting, as I sank lower onto Damien, swallowing every inch. But it wasn’t enough. I leaned back against Damien’s chest, my voice a trembling whisper: “I want both of you.” Luca stepped forward, answering the call. The world blurred around me, the heat crashing into a frenzy. My fingers tangled in Luca’s hair, pulling him closer—even as I continued to ride Damien beneath me. This was what my body craved. A dangerous dance of control, surrender, and forbidden desire.

Amaya, a bookish outsider obsessed with forgotten legends, stumbles upon an ancient tome that awakens a voice in her mind—the last words of a fallen king. The book reveals the truth behind the mythical Pushpak Vimana, a flying chariot that once belonged to the god-king Asurya, ruler of the drowned city of Lanka. But the Vimana was more than a machine; it was a vessel of cosmic knowledge, shattered when Asurya cursed his own kingdom in a final act of vengeance. Now, the curse stirs again. Whispers plague Amaya’s dreams, showing her memories that aren’t hers—of soaring through storms, of a betrayal that sank a civilization. Worse, she’s being hunted. A secretive cult believes she’s the key to resurrecting Asurya’s power, while a ghostly watcher with too-familiar eyes warns her: "You failed him once. You will not fail again." To survive, Amaya must unravel the truth: Is she remembering a past life, or is the curse rewriting her soul? And if she finds the lost Vimana, will she reclaim its power—or repeat the tragedy that destroyed Lanka?

After arriving in a strange world, Pearl Su had always been very careful. She didn’t dare act recklessly, always keeping a low profile. That was until one day, she couldn’t resist her weakness for good looks and ended up rescuing an incredibly handsome man. She brought him back home, thinking she had done a good deed. But she never expected him to repay her kindness like this. That man, Alaric Yun, stood in front of her with a firm expression and said, “Wife, remember this. For the rest of your life, you belong to the Marquis Residence. You are my wife now.” Pearl Su was shocked. She tried to reason with him, but Alaric Yun wouldn’t listen. He had already made up his mind. Then came Dilwyn Ling, who stood tall and proud in his royal robes, looking at her with a calm but terrifying gaze. “My Crown Princess, you won’t be able to escape me. You are already mine.” Pearl Su clenched her fists. “I didn’t agree to this.” Dilwyn Ling replied, “It doesn’t matter. I did.” Next was Helmer Han, the cold and powerful general, who held his sword in one hand and reached out to her with the other. “Since I like you, you must stay by my side. No one else is allowed to have you.” Pearl Su stepped back, but Helmer Han’s eyes never left her. Then appeared Einar Shi, smiling lazily, his eyes filled with danger. “I’ve taken a liking to you. Don’t even think about running away. You won’t be able to escape from my grasp.” Pearl Su’s heart sank. Each man was more forceful than the last. There was no room to breathe. Finally, Kazys Qing stepped out of the shadows, his voice soft but firm. “You’re the only one who has ever entered my heart. You can’t leave.” Pearl Su looked at them one by one. Their gazes surrounded her like an invisible net. She had just wanted to live peacefully in this world, but now she had become the target of so many powerful men, all determined to keep her by their side. She clenched her jaw. “I didn’t ask for any of this,” she said. But no one seemed to care what she wanted.

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