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Leon, an ordinary man, meets his untimely death only to be reincarnated in a mysterious realm where colossal towers reach beyond the sky. In this world, individuals climb these towers to gain power, wealth, and ultimately, godhood upon reaching the highest level. Each floor is a trial of increasing danger, filled with magical beasts, traps, and rivals. However, Leon is granted a special cheat ability: the Super Charity System. The Super Charity System allows Leon to receive incredible rewards for any charitable act he performs. Whether it's offering aid to struggling climbers, donating resources, or saving someone’s life, the system exponentially multiplies his gains in return, bestowing him with rare artifacts, strength, abilities, and many more. As Leon progresses through the tower, his rapid growth and benevolent acts draw attention. Some revere him as a hero, while others plot to use his generosity for their own gain. But as he ascends, Leon faces a profound question: in a world where power is everything, will he stay true to his charitable heart, or be tempted to exploit the system for himself? **** It will be R-18, you all have been warned and invited *cough*I meant warned.

“They were never meant to meet.” He was chaos, bound in skin. She was light, born to obey. He walked among mortals for centuries, hiding behind empires, sins, and charm. She came to Earth for a mission. Silent. Watchful. Pure. But all it took was one moment. A single touch. A flicker of something neither of them understood. And in that instant… He took her grace. She stole his mark. The balance shattered. Heaven roared. Hell recoiled. And the world tilted just slightly off its axis. Now, the angel bears a demon’s scar. The demon glows with celestial light. And the war they never asked for is already in motion. All because of a forbidden crossing— A love that rewrote the rules. Now… nothing is sacred. Not even the divine. --- The room was silent. Sterile. White. Too white. Not the white of purity, but the cold, soulless kind that hummed beneath fluorescent lights and stank of antiseptic. Somewhere deep inside private medical wing, behind three layers of biometric locks, Abaddon stood alone in front of a floor-length mirror. His once black eyes were now a piercing, iridescent silver — unsettling in their calmness. His skin, once laced with ancient scars, now glowed faintly, like the after-burn of celestial fire. But he still wore black. He still moved like smoke. And on his wrist — where the inverted cross used to burn like a curse — now sat a thin, radiant upright cross that pulsed with divine energy. His fingers twitched. His jaw clenched. Something was wrong. Terribly, impossibly wrong. A soft rustle behind him. The sheets moved. He turned. Purity was waking up on the medical bed — face pale, long hair tangled in every direction, her lips slightly parted as she sat up groggily. But her presence… wasn’t the same. Her skin had lost its glow — replaced by a pallid, shadow-touched hue. Her once pristine robes clung to her in darker shades, and when she looked up at him… her pupils flickered. Not white. Not gold. Red. Abaddon moved before she could speak. In one motion, his hand clamped around her neck — not choking, but stopping her. Lifting her off the bed like a paper doll. His voice was ice: “What did you do?” Purity’s feet dangled above the floor. She didn’t fight — just blinked, her lips trembling with something dangerously close to guilt. The room was deathly still. Only the heart monitor beeped softly in the background. Then— The door burst open. A blinding surge of celestial wind swept through the room, flaring papers, rattling the IV stand. Abaddon didn’t look. He didn’t need to. With a grunt of fury, he threw Purity aside like trash — her body crashing against the mirror. Glass shattered, raining down around her as she hit the ground hard. Silence. She coughed. Slowly sat up amid the shards, blood pooling from a cut on her shoulder. But her voice — it didn’t tremble. It didn’t beg. Just quiet. And full of the storm she'd never meant to start. “I can explain.”

"I DO" → "I DIE." Hours after marrying her longtime crush—icy CEO Nathan Jang—heiress Vanessa Belmont is stabbed, kidnapped, and left to bleed out in a wrecked car. The final insult? Watching Nathan rescue his precious childhood sweetheart (*cough* Vanessa’s killer *cough*) instead of his actual wife. So yeah. Worst. Wedding. Night. EVER. FATE REWINDS Reborn six months before her murder, Vanessa upgrades her life with new rules: * Ditch the doormat era. (Badass mode: activated.) * Live for herself. (And okay, fine—revenge.) * Avoid Nathan like he’s the reason she died. (Oh, wait…) TOO BAD NATHAN 2.0 IS OBSESSED Now he’s everywhere—lingering touches, midnight texts, and panty-melting kisses. Not to mention his hungry gaze—like she’s an all-you-can-eat buffet and he's starving. VANESSA'S SECOND CHANCE PLAN 1. Don’t die. (Again.) 2. Don’t fall for Nathan. (Too late.) 3. Eat more carbs. (Donuts!) As for Nathan? She’ll forgive him when hell freezes over. Or when he takes off his shirt. Whichever comes first.

I swallowed down nothing. Nothing in the entire world would have been enough to prepare me for the next words that came out of his mouth. “Be my wife.” I coughed and pushed him away, standing up from the sofa immediately. The surprise in his eyes was evident despite the mask he had on. “Why? Am I not a good candidate for you?” He asked calmly. He stood up, and before I could register what he was about doing, his right hand wrapped around my waist, his left hand around my neck. “I'm neither asking nor requesting you to do it Serena, I'm ordering you to be my wife." ... Disowned and banished, Serena walks away from the one place she had come to cherish and love. Exposed to the outside world, she's faced with a demanding decision that would determine her life. What happens when she starts to unravel the dark secrets surrounding her birth. Would she still be the meek young hybrid or would she trample on her assailants?

They call it the Loom — a hidden weave that stitches power into fools reckless enough to bind it. Sparks of metal, flowers, stone, secrets. Enough to make a gutter rat a ruler — or stitch their corpse right back into the dirt. Kael Merin’s never been reckless. He trades ruin scrap for Shards, sleeps with one eye open so nobody cuts his throat for his last Token. Not a hero. Not chosen. Just hungry enough to crawl into holes the Orders don’t guard — the ones they warn you to leave shut. Some swear the Loom is alive. Some say a Numen — the Weaver — still dreams at its heart, half-god, half-lie, waiting for a fool to wake it up and finish what it started. Kael finds a Spark he shouldn’t. Steals it. Survives it — somehow. Now his Threadrealm hums with secrets that shouldn’t whisper, and every ruin is deeper, darker, hungrier. The vaults cough up riddles and half-dead things that remember too much. There’s no prophecy. No blessing. No mentor with answers. Just a desperate boy, a stolen Spark, and a rumor that maybe the Weaver didn’t vanish — maybe it hid inside him. The gutter wants him gutted. The Orders want him chained and bled dry. And the Loom? The Loom wants him to weave — or die screaming.

Ye Yun transmigrated into a fantasy world with no talent, no background, and no opportunities. After struggling for three years and facing expulsion from his sect, he finally activated the Life Script System. "So you claim to be the Chosen One, the Son of Destiny? Good, from now on all your opportunities belong to me!" "You say you're blessed with endless adventures and heaven-defying luck? Sorry, that's just an illusion—those fortunes now bear the surname Ye!" "You're the reincarnation of an Empress, a celestial maiden descended to earth? Cough, come to my room tonight... I need to verify your identity!" ... Years later, Ye Yun, now the Supreme Overlord, looked down upon all living beings while trampling gods across three realms, sighing emotionally: "What so-called 'fortune' did I ever have in this life? I merely had some... kind-hearted souls quietly supporting me all along!"

When the coughing urge subsided, Shu Fei exhaled shakily and opened his eyes. Glistening on his sleeve, tissue-thin and fresh, were petals. Crimson flower petals. ----- Shu Fei is an average, edgy high school student who's not like the other guys. He's learnt to keep his head down, avoid attention, and ignore the sharp sting of words...and fists. But when the (rather handsome) class president happens to step in, something inside him starts to unravel, causing him to mysteriously cough flowers. This time, he can't stay quiet.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me?" The foreign man's eyes looked me up and down, making my skin prickle. The environment was unknown, thrumming with magic I couldn't place. Did this place even exist on earth? " Excuse me? I'm the keeper of this place! And you just came crashing in out of nowhere! And for the record? That's not supposed to happen." The 'keeper' as he called himself, pointed at me, his expression pinched. "And that's my fault, how?" I rolled my eyes, wincing slightly as I shifted my weight off my injured foot. "You're just an annoying little-" I coughed, looking at my hand. Blood? I wasn't supposed to bleed. Not like this. "What was that?" He looked at me cheekily. "Just get me the fuck out of here." "Ha, I don't think so. You're staying here until we figure out why the hell you managed to get through impenetrable magic. Besides, you wouldn't survive the transfer anyways. Not in that state." He eyed me, practically mocking me. "..." I growled. "I'll kill you." "And then you'll never get out, so what'll it be? My head, or your escape. Your choice." God, I hate Wizards. ___________________________________ Baby Author here, this is my first story on this platform, but it is not my only book. you can also find my book, 'Obsession Gone Bad' on Wattpad, for free.

"Bro! I got hurt." No answer. "Boss! Your building is on fire." "Take care of it." A cold and calm reply. "I saw sister-in-law coughing. She's sick." A figure dashed out from the study the very next moment. ~ Ajay had no time to think about women as he was busy building an empire after his father's death. But he couldn't say no when she asked him to marry her. Why? He wasn't sure. Diya had suffered her whole life because of her parents' failed marriage. But it became worse when her father started to hurt her loved ones so she will get married soon and stop 'messing around' like her relatives claimed her to be and he treasured his reputation more than anything. So she asked the first person she could think of to marry her. It was just a deal. Then why do they hesitate to go their separate ways when it's time? Tags: #powerfulmainlead #romance #abusivefather #billionaire

After grueling years, Queen Feria Avelia Nightreign finally finishes setting up advanced foundational systems for her kingdom that would make their kingdom function more smoothly, and yet rather than being grateful and joyful, she feels extremely annoyed that her trusted advisors are endlessly trying to convince her to marry already. “I finally have some time to spare for fun, and yet you *guys* want me to waste it on marriage interviews?” Queen Feria glares at her advisors, “nope, not gonna happen.” “Your Majesty you aren’t young anymore, actually you’re about to be in your thirties in just a couple of years. And thirty is quite old to be single your highness.” Finneas tells Queen Feria bluntly. “So? What if I’m old? I still look young and beautiful,” Queen Feria proudly declares, “and of course I’ll still be fit and lithe even after two years and even years after that (all hail my royal pedigree!) so you shouldn’t worry about me getting married, Finneas. It’s more likely you guys just want me to marry so I can finally sympathize with you all and your troubles of not meeting their significant other because of noble duties.” Queen smirks as she sharply looks at her advisors one by one. *coughs* “That’s not true at all your highness!" Hugh, another trusted advisor, blurts out. “Right, Feel our pain, your Highness!” George nods as he agrees. While Finneas just silently meets Queen Feria’s glare. Queen Feria continues to glare at her advisors while they stay quiet yet firmly meets her gaze. The silence then is broken by a knock on the door. “Sister, can I come in?” Albert Fennia Nightreign asks. Upon hearing her brother’s voice, Queen Feria is struck by an idea. With a sly smile, she says, “Come in Al, you’re just in time, thanks to you I just came up with another brilliant plan of mine~” Hugh, George, and Finneas, baffled by the queen’s sudden change of mood, look at each other as Albert comes in. “You have another plan to do, Sister? But I thought you are free right now?” Albert looks at his sister with his eyes shining with curiosity. “Yes, my dear Brother. Just now I came up with a brilliant plan that would ease those fools over there while still having some fun, heh heh, Hah Hah!~” Finneas adjusts his glasses, which is a habit whenever he feels uneasy, while both Hugh and George shiver from a sudden cold feeling. Albert with a confused face looks back and forth between his laughing sister and her advisors. It turns out that Queen Feria’s plan was to enroll in the prestigious Academy of Escarton, to find a suitable marriage partner while crossdressing and impersonating her brother. Queen Feria was even able to recruit her brother to play the part of her personal servant. It was already too late when her advisors found out this true plan of hers. So, they regrettably lament for all the poor innocent souls that their queen will corrupt.

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.

Alex Walker was a living legend in the game. Some argue that he was the best midfielder in the world back in his prime... The same people would tell you flat out that he was the worst manager in the world. Three relegations in his first five years... erratic relationships with his players and tens of millions of money spent on unknown players with little to no identity. After suffering a heart-attack on the back of yet another relegation, Alex Walker wakes up to something strange. [Ding! Coaching system has been awakened!] *cough cough* now that this book has become contracted we're going to need to change the system a little bit (so I don't get migraines  from writing too many chapters). From now on: 5 golden tickets = 1 extra chapter 75 Power Stones = 1 extra chapter 5 gifts of any kind = 1 extra chapters 1 super gift (magic castle ahh gift) = 5 extra chapters and my eternal gratitude

In a world where countless web novel universes intertwine—where soldier kings, mercenary overlords, god-tier tycoons, and even demons clash in brutal battles—protagonists rise, charm breathtaking heroines, seize boundless opportunities, and fight tooth and nail for supremacy. But among them, there is one man who stands above all. A man who has finally crossed into another world. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the body of a young man named Veil Lancaster. "A villain doomed to be trampled by the protagonist? Am I really just a disposable side character?" Veil muttered. But why should he accept that fate? His father wielded absolute power. His mother was a legendary business magnate. What made the so-called "protagonist" any more special than him? Luckily, at that very moment, he awakened the Villain System. One day in the future— "Veil! You crippled me, stole my chances, and even took my woman! You bastard! You’ll pay for this! Heaven will punish you!" A protagonist roared in fury, coughing up blood. Veil smiled faintly and said, "I didn’t do anything. This was simply your fate." "A pawn has only one destiny—to be placed exactly where I want it." Remember this well. I, Veil Lancaster, desire nothing more than to be a charming and wicked villain.

He has been waiting for fifteen centuries to meet his wife again. (COMPLETED) Meet Loriel Ashborn, former king of Summeria, 15-century old immortal, a doting husband, certified simp, a wife's slave. In the land where the human race lived side by side with other races like the elves, witches, and those immortal beings often calling themselves gods, lived a powerful king, Loriel Ashborn. One fatal mistake caused him to lose the woman he loved as she was sent to the future by the evil Time Master before he died. The only way to see her again is for him to take the curse of immortality, and so he did. Now, after 15 centuries, Loriel finally found her again. But she didn't remember him? Well, who cares! This time, the shameless husband would never let her go ever again. To make her remember their life together, he even faked a terminal illness with his 'dying wish' was to experience how it was like to be married. And when he *cough cough* 'miraculously' made a full recovery, he said, "Wifey, you saved my life! Now, I owe you forever. I will repay with my body." *** AUTHOR'S NOTE: In their previous life, the king felt that he was not a good husband to his wife, so this time around, he would make up to her and be the best husband she could ever hope for. You will witness a total simp, a devoted doting husband who would pamper his wife to no end and give the whole world to her. I DON'T DO SLOW BURNS. This story will have a lot of snusnu/lemon/smut and it's not advised to read if you are prudish or underage. Also, there will be magic. A lot of magic because the male lead is a 'god' and the female lead is a 'witch'.

Jumping From World to the world: Intergalactic or Urban, World of Cultivation or Continent of Magic, Fighting other protagonists, hooking with beautiful heroines, plundering treasures, and suppressing a myriad of people, Our Protagonist(Villain) can do it all. After living an ordinary life for years, a man finally got transmigrated to another world. He woke up in the body of a boy named Jun Tianyun. " A world which got its own protagonists and villains, am I just a side character?" Jun Tianyun mumbled. Thankfully, he activated Heaven's Fortune System. " Jun Tianyun! You crippled my power and stole my wife! You villain! You will be punished by heaven!" A protagonist screamed as he coughed a mouthful of blood. " I didn't do anything. It was your fate!" Jun Tianyun explained kindly. " Brother Jun! Because of you, I am still alive and living a normal life with my wife and two children. You are a saint!" A villain spoke with an emotional voice. " I didn't do anything. You earned your chance of redemption." Jun Tianyun sighed. [ Ding! A female with high Destiny Point is detected! Whether Host wants to steal her destiny or conquer the heroine?] " This..." Jun Tianyun fell in dillema. " Sigh, Changing the fate, So burdensome." Jun Tianyun sighed as he saw a bunch of heroines fighting for him. .....................................................................................................................................

Do we really have a choice in our lives? Can we defy fate? Or are we nothing more than chess pieces for the goddess of fate? What is the difference between love and obsession? *** As her hands moved along the wall, her fingers brushed against a slight dent. Her eyes snapped open. Leaning in, she blew on the stone surface, only for a cloud of dust to explode in her face. She staggered back, coughing. "Ugh—seriously?" She cracked open one eye, blinking away the dust. Through the faint haze, she spotted something carved into the stone. She squinted, running her fingers over the words. "The god of war asked: 'What force bends neither to strength nor will?'" "The goddess of destiny answered: 'Can fate be controlled or prevented?'" Alexia frowned. "Okay, now that actually sounds like a riddle. But what's the answer?" --- What happens when you become marked by Destiny herself?

In the sacred kingdom of Elysera, under a sky blessed by twin suns and songs of angels, the Great Holy Ritual of Summoning was finally completed. A blinding pillar of light exploded at the center of the Grand Cathedral. The High Saintess Seraphiel, a woman of divine beauty and infinite patience, stepped forward with grace. Beside her stood the Female Chosen One, a young warrior with a silver sword and an expression sharp enough to cut demons. The light faded, revealing their long-awaited savior. The Male Chosen One. But what emerged from the divine light… was not what they expected. A young man in ragged pajamas, holding a manga in one hand and mumbling something about “panty shots,” stood blinking in the holy chamber. "HOLY CHOSEN ONE!" Seraphiel announced, her voice echoing through the stained glass halls. "Yo," said the man, scratching his butt. "Wait, is this… an isekai? SWEET! Are there elves?" Seraphiel, maintaining her saintly calm, bowed slightly. "Brave one, your destiny is to defeat the Demon King and save our world—" Before she could finish, the Male Chosen One turned and locked eyes with the Female Chosen One. Then—without hesitation—he lunged forward and tried to lift her skirt. Time seemed to slow. A hush fell across the cathedral. SLAP! The sound echoed like divine thunder. THWACK! A well-aimed kick launched the pervert into a stained glass window featuring the image of a benevolent angel. He crashed through it and landed in the holy fountain. "B-BUT THAT’S HOW IT STARTS IN THE MANGA!" he sputtered, coughing water. The Female Chosen One, glaring, muttered, “That’s the Demon King, right? We summoned the wrong guy.” Seraphiel pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “...Perhaps fate has a sense of humor.” And so began the chaotic journey of a very perverted "hero", a holy saintess barely holding it together, and a Female Chosen One who seriously considered joining the demon army instead.

A lot seemed off about him, his hair color had changed from the usual dark brown to white. It was really confusing, early at school his hair was dark brown, so what happened between the few minutes they were apart. "Dean",Audrey hurried towards him but he raised his left hand up to stop her in her tracks. "Don't come any closer", he whispered underneath his breath, with all that his gaze was on the ground "But-", Audrey tried stepping forward. "Don't", he said raising his head to look at her directly,she could see his face clearly now. At school his iris held a little bit of color but right now,it had non. His eyes were so clear he looked blind. "Dean what's happening to you",Audrey cried in panic. She didn't know what was going on with Dean, what hurt her the most was he didn't want her next to him. How can she help him if she can't get close, but even with that she was still stubborn. Dean was at the far end of his room, bit by bit Audrey covered the gap."It's Time",Dean said trying to play down his emotion, but it could'nt be hidden. "What is Time?", Audrey asked confused walking to him slowly. "Dean you're scaring me". As she tried walking towards him, she felt as tho she was being pushed back, the closer the distance between them,the harder it was for her to come close. "Time for me to go-ah",Dean groan holding his side. “Dean!”, Audrey exclaimed, she increased her pace but the force was strong and the injury she had under her feet didn't make it any better. "He has come", he said letting out a dry cough. "Who has come?",Audrey asked. What is time?who has come?, she asked herself. "Mortem", Dean said with short of breath. . Life has never been good to Audrey, after loosing her parents at a tender age. she works extra and hard to make ends meet, she made a friend. Not long after he to was taken. luck hasn't always been on her side, will she pick herself up and keep pushing, or will she succumb to the bad luck holding her down. note: The cover isn't mine,it was gotten from Pinterest. so I give credit to the artist. Disclaimer: everything written here is based on pure imagination The schools, characters and places are not real

Dexter Klein! A clean freak,just as his surname sounds. Only that,they're two words with different spellings and meanings. Have you ever met someone who cares so much about his looks,more than anything or anyone in this world? Well,meet Dexter Klein, a demigod,arrogant billionaire CEO of KLEIN'S WINERY COMPANY. A handsomely rude guy, arrogant,mean,cold and proud. A man slut,who f**ks and dumps girls like papers. Breaking girls hearts is like playing games and winning your opponents. A self centered cold jerk,who doesn't care about anyone,but himself and his looks. You can do anything you want to do to him(that's if you will go scot free) but do not ruin his looks. A proud jerk who doesn't believe in love. To him,love is the stupidest thing anyone can ever think of involving him or herself in. He's one of the crazy people you'd ever meet. He fires people in his office at the slightest mistake. Well,let's say. You're fired!! Is his everyday anthem, cos no day passes without Dexter firing someone. Even when you cough,you'd get fired. If you don't dress or walk properly, he's gonna fire you,straight up without thinking twice. Yea,that's how arrogant,mean and crazy he is. Not until he met Annika again, though. Yea,you read well. They met again. Dexter and Annika are,or were high school enemies. Always fighting, with Dexter always being mean and arrogant. Annika. A crazily sexy young lady,with silky dark hair,cutest smiles,sexy eyes,and hot! A fitness addict,looking for more money to start her clothing business. An action lady,who doesn't take shit from anyone,she gives it to you hot. Now,Dexter and Annika have just one thing in common. They're both crazy! How can two crazy people work in the same place, without it catching fire? Why were they always fighting in high school? Can a love chemistry ever happen between these two? Even if it happens,would it blossom?

If you are having an art-block, stuck on a white page, or just like reading about power systems and interesting worlds, this book is for you. I like fantasy bl (*cough cough* m-preg) so i set up intricate fantasy/sci-fi worlds (mostly) then i use chat gpt to make a coherent and detailed text + fill the blanks and tiny details. I use those worlds to day-dream/upload the text in a c.ai character sheet with a persona and an oc to rp (ngl sometimes those rp convos become a really nice comic in the end.. in my head). The thing is that it feels like wasted potential because i just do some smut heavy rp... So i thought of uploading this book, hopefully someone gets inspired and writes a good book. (i just want to read stories with that set-up even if it isn't bl or smut heavy...) No need to credit me or anything (sometimes it isnt my own creation and i ask chat-gpt to give me a detailed sheet from a certain show, webnovel,ect.. thought if that happens i will credit the og ofc) just leave a comment in the chapter of the world you are using/get inspired by so i can read it :) The uploads are random. It depends on when i am in the mood for a new c.ai character (sometimes twice a week, sometimes once a month) or when i randomly get the urge to daydream non-stop about a certain (often existing) world set-up. I often (for now at least) use the same c.ai persona, Leslie. He has white feathery wings, pink eyes with a white pupil, white hair, some super-powers depending on the direction am going. So the worlds are often made to make him fit in.

Ryan sees the mysterious watch device through the smoke and dust. He picks it up. "Aahh!!" Blood is drawn out from his wrist as the device is worn on it, causing blood to spill. Ryan notices a flashdrive on the watch. "Carsonn. That's my family's name." He turns around and sees three dead bodies on the floor. "No!!!!!" Ryan feels tears bubbling up in his eyes and lets them out. [Do you wish to save their lives? The Cost: ???] [Yes] [No] Ryan reads the strange watch and instantly accepts. [Power transfer commenced] Bright light leaves the watch and enters their body. "Cough cough." The bodies get up. "You guys. You're alive again. This is all my fault." Ryan smiled. How does Ryan use the Manga Watch to help himself? Does it connect to his late biological parents? What was the cost of bringing his friends back? And who created this device?

487AD, a cruise ship encountered a storm whilst out in the ocean. One person on the ship went missing, it was unknown whether the person was dead or alive. After this, that ocean gained an extra mermaid. When Lansi opened his eyes, he had become a white mermaid. He laid flat on his back, watching the sky through the blue of the ocean water. White fins attached to his long white tail swayed in the current. His scales scattered the light that entered the ocean. Lansi coughed out a lone bubble. On the first day of his becoming a mermaid, was there someone… who could tell him how to turn over as a fish??? The king of the oceans stirred from his deep slumber. He saw an exquisite pearl, which carried a white shine. It gradually fell into his embrace. Hello there, little fish.

In a shattered world where ancient dungeons emit magic energy, powerful warlords vie for dominance, and the air crackles with old curses, Xiaoya Feng walks a treacherous line between destruction and godhood. Orphaned at the age of twelve when mercenaries burned her village, Xiaoya holds on to two legacies from her dying mother: a jade pendant in the form of a crescent moon that reminds her to survive at all costs. . . . Xiaoya (age 15); "Mama, please get up! We have to run!" Her small hands shake as she presses on the wound in her mother's chest, the warm stickiness spreading through her fingers. The earth shakes; Another explosion? Mercenaries? Demons? She didn't look. Li Feng choked her blood. "Listen… Xiao-ya. The strong… they do not triumph. The clever do. You… survive. Promise me." A cough cuts into her words. Blood splatters across Xiaoya's cheeks. Xiaoya Feng Cried. "I-I'll carry you! There's a healer in the next valley—" "No." Li Feng's fingers wrap around Xiaoya's wrist, cold as winter steel. "Take the pendant. Hide it. Let them see you as weak… until you strike back." The jade glimmers in the firelight, its edges razor-sharp enough to draw blood. Xiaoya's tears dry upon contact with the burned earth. Li Feng whispered in a low voice. "Live. Not just… survive. Live. Find joy. Promise—" The hand goes slack as she dies. Far away, a man laughs which was like a deep, greasy sound as footsteps close in on the hut. Xiaoya Feng didn't not moved. She does not breathe. Her mother's eyes look past her, and flames dance in them like wicked spirits. 'Survive.' She threads the pendant's chain around her neck. It burns her skin. 'Live.' A shadow falls in the doorway: a mercenary captain, his armor shining with borrowed trinkets. Xiaoya does not beg or scream. She looks him in the eye and allows her voice to shake, becoming the frightened child she is meant to be. Xiaoya Feng whispered. "P-please… don't hurt me." The captain smiles broadly, sheathing his sword. "Aww, little rabbit. I'll make it qui-" Her fingers wrap around the dagger concealed in her mother's sash. Strike! Present Day (Whispered Memory): Xiaoya touches the pendant at her throat, its edge still sharp. Survive. Live. These orders war within her heart as she gazes into the emptiness of a dungeon, its darkness resonating with promises of power… and destruction. "Ordinary," she says as she readjusted her herb-gatherer's cloak. "Just an ordinary day." The lie burns like ashes. But lies, like daggers, cut the deepest when they go unnoticed. -- P.S - Romance? I don't think I will add this element but if I do then not much... Romance isn't my first priority.

"listen here brat, in this world it is either be judged or be the judge, it's your choice." Ethan marthos the silver judge said as he lays down on the ground with a hole through his stomach. the apprentice Argus Marthos sit besides him, trying his best to save Ethan but there was no way or chance for his survival. Sighing in regret, The Old judge raised his arm before shoving it into his chest and pulling out a small orb made of ethereal gears and passed to Argus's hands. " We both know this is futile, so hear my last wish for me brat. I still have score to settle *coughs* and you will be the one do it.. My snooby apprentice. you are now promoted, to the new judge." saying his last words, Ethan grabbed onto the orb with his strength and shoved it into Argus's chest as his last breath leaves his body. To judge or be judged, That's the law of the world and this was when for the first time, a judge will be the executioner himself.

WSA 2025 Entry Valentina Salazar transmigrated into a novel with a weak-bodied villainess character with the same name. Somehow she ended up with a system and has been ordered to make it to the top of the entertainment world if she wants to make it back home. Follow Valentina as she continues to cough up blood as she becomes a worthy actor, acquires different skills, gets revenge against her villainous sister and family, and eventually falls in love.

Rule of seduction number four, set the stage and make sure it looks real, if you get caught up in your own web of lies all is lost. Walking past the said couple, accidentally my heels caught on the trail of my dress, and somehow I was in his arms, while half my wine glass emptied down the fine male specimen. Damn, what a waste of good wine. It would have done for other "coughs lightly", more sensual purpose. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher. Copyright Aquah-goddess Disclaimer: I do not own any of the pictures all credit goes to their rightful owner Warning: contains mature scenes enter at your own risk

One hundred years ago, Earth changed forever. A mysterious voice spoke, and suddenly, everyone had a System showing their stats. Strange gates appeared, bringing monsters and a new kind of hero: Rankers. These Rankers fought back the monsters and brought order to the world, managed by the powerful Alliance. Now, a century later, we meet Killian. He's a sickly teenager, often coughing and weak. Because of this, other Rankers in his area call him the "weakest Ranker." He struggles to even stand out, let alone fight monsters. Join Killian as he defies expectations and challenges his own limits. Witness the incredible rise of the "weakest Ranker" as he begins his Ascension as the Strongest Ranker!

The world didn’t end the way I thought it would. No meteors. No alien invasions. Just a sickness on the news. A cough. A fever. Then death. And then they got back up. I was just a skinny high schooler with bad posture and a brain full of trivia. No combat skills. No muscles. No clue what to do when the world collapsed. I tried to survive—locked the doors, rationed the food, stayed quiet. But in the end, I died. Torn apart while trying to save a stranger. I thought that was it. But I woke up right where it all started—with a voice in my head and a book in my lap. The Survivalist’s Instructions Manual. No explanation. No second chances for anyone else but me. Just tasks. Quests. A shop I can barely understand and a system that won’t tell me why I’m the one using it. Now I have to learn fast. Survive faster. Every choice matters. Every day I don’t die is a reward. I don’t know what’s waiting out there. Mutated zombies. Worse things. People. But I’m not the same idiot who died in a hallway. This time, I’ll be ready. This time, I’ll win. No matter what I have to become.

Thrown into a dark and ruthless wizarding world, Lucian expected the usual cheat system—points, chips, flashy upgrades. Instead, he got something... different. A “Teacher System”? Really? No deadly spells on demand, no instant power-ups. Just a quiet breeze of knowledge. Teach students well, care for them, and in return—get powerful rewards. Your student has learned the potion [Kuruz’s Choking Cough]? Congratulations—you've earned the upgraded formula [Kuruz’s Choking Cough·Modified]! Your student cast [Fireball]? You’ve now unlocked [Fireball·Large]! They crafted the witch tool [Pale Mask]? You've received the rare [Pale Mask·Modified] blueprint! At first, Lucian resisted. But after facing the harsh truth—those who teach often starve—he embraced his bizarre system fully. Why chase power when you can cultivate it in others and get double in return? This isn’t just magic—it’s mentorship. This isn’t just survival—it’s strategy. Welcome to the wizarding world where being a master… is the ultimate cheat. #WizardFlow #CultivationTwist #TeacherSystem #MagicDoneRight #PowerThroughGuidance

He wasn’t human. At least, not yet. He was made in a lab, built to be the perfect companion of justice. Calm, calculated, incapable of any emotion. Just like any other robot. And then he met her, a criminal with no sense of personal space. His eyes scanned an unfamiliar place, full of nature and odd creatures. “Why did you follow me?” she asked, coughing after the explosion. “Aren't you a criminal? ” he replied, as if nothing happened. Until something cracked and for the first time, the cucumber clone’s heart glitched and skipped. Love wasn’t part of his programming. Too bad he was already infected.