Legolas Mutter

--WSA 2025 ENTRY-- Neraxis saved the people and wiped out the monsters, but instead of cheers, he faced silence and a glowing blue text: [Task Failed Successfully!] [Rating Generated: SSS-Rank] "The hell does that even mean?" he muttered, finding the situation a bit strange. Before he could process, the so-called heroes—who had hidden while he fought—emerged. He waited for gratitude, only to feel a dagger pierce his back. The only girl he loved stood behind him. She betrayed him. The crowd and heroes? They were staring at him with disdain and contempt. "You..." he groaned as a spear and sword headed for him, ending his life. But instead of dying, he was sent back to the past—specifically, to the first day of the academy, year 2367, 8 years before his death. However, many things had changed. One of the most significant was the sudden appearance of a Tower, a mysterious structure that had appeared across all the continents, granting power to those brave enough to contest its challenges. "Not again... With this chance I will end you all" Neraxis vowed to himself, embarking on his path of revenge, while also trying to give his life new meaning. ***** 100 Golden tickets = 1 Extra Chapter | Limit = 4 Per Week (400 Golden Tickets) 200 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter | Limit = 3 Per Week (600 Power Stones) The way this would work is, every single Monday, I would release the extra chapters in accordance with the goals reached. EVERY WEBNOVEL MONDAY RESET. (0:00 GMT+8) If all goals are broken each week, you will have a 7-chapter mass release every single Monday. If the weekly mass release goals are broken continuously, I will adjust the goals accordingly. If the book becomes very popular, I might even increase the limit. ***** Disclaimer: MC is not instantly going to be a villain, as his background is that of a hero. The switch will be gradual in accordance with the events that happen along the way. Some snippets of such events have already been teased :) *****

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

Eve Thompson wachte im Bett des begehrtesten Junggesellen von S City auf und hatte seinen Arm um ihre Taille gelegt, aber sie hatte nur die Worte ihrer Mutter im Kopf. "Pass auf, dass niemand herausfindet, dass du dich als deine Schwester verkleidet hast", sagte sie ihr und betrachtete das falsche Muttermal, das mit Make-up auf das Gesicht ihrer verbliebenen Tochter gezeichnet war. "Du musst Mr. Charlie dazu bringen, dich zu heiraten, alles, was wir haben, hängt davon ab!", sagte sie. Es war eine Schande, denn der Mann neben ihm ähnelte sehr dem Mann, den sie vor vielen Jahren verloren hatte. Anthony Charlies Gunst bei den Frauen war bekanntermaßen schwer zu erlangen, aber im Vollrausch kroch er mit der Frau neben ihr unter die Laken, angelockt von der Erinnerung an jemanden, den er vor langer Zeit verloren hatte und dem diese Frau ähnelte. Aber sie hatte kein Muttermal. Das konnte sie nicht sein. War ihre Begegnung zufällig? Was würde ihre verborgene Vergangenheit enthüllen? Begleiten Sie Eve Thompson auf ihrer aufregenden Reise des Werbens und der politischen Spionage, während sie in die Fußstapfen ihrer Zwillingsschwester tritt und versucht, ihre Familie zu retten, indem sie das Herz des mysteriösen Junggesellen Anthony Charlie gewinnt!

Das einst reiche Mädchen Shen Hanxing verlor ihre Mutter, als sie geboren wurde. Als sie noch klein war, wurde sie von ihrem eigenen Vater im Ausland ausgesetzt und war auf sich allein gestellt. Neunzehn Jahre später holte ihr Vater sie persönlich aus Übersee nach Hause, um ihre jüngere Schwester zu ersetzen und ihren Verlobten Ji Yan zu heiraten, der nach einem Autounfall die Sinne seiner Beine verloren hatte. Vater: "Du kennst deinen Platz. Du heiratest bereits über deinen Stand hinaus, wenn du Ji Yan mit deinem Status heiratest." Jüngere Schwester: "Danke, dass du bereit bist, dich für meine Liebe zu opfern~" Shen Hanxing lächelte schwach: "Stimmen Sie meinen beiden Bedingungen zu, und ich werde ihn gerne heiraten." Danach betrat sie mit leerem Gepäck das Haus der Familie Ji. Der Mann im Rollstuhl brüllte sie in dem dunklen Raum wütend an. "Hau ab!" Shen Hanxing schaltete schnell das Licht ein, zog den Vorhang auf und streckte dem Mann mit der Lampe hinter ihr die Hand entgegen. "Hallo. Darf ich mich vorstellen? Ich bin deine Frau, Shen Hanxing." Als er sie das erste Mal sah, behandelte er sie kühl. Und dann schätzte er sie. Ji Yan sah diese Frau an, die plötzlich in ihr Leben getreten war. Sie nutzte ihre Kraft, um seinen wilden und frechen jüngeren Bruder zu zähmen. Sie heilte geduldig und mitfühlend seine ängstliche und introvertierte jüngere Schwester. Sie setzte alles ein, was sie hatte, um diese kalte Familie langsam zu unterstützen... Und dann tappte Shen Hanxing in eine Falle. Bevor sie in die Dunkelheit abdriftete, sah sie den Mann, der eigentlich im Rollstuhl sitzen sollte, ängstlich auf sie zulaufen. Als sie wieder aufwachte, zeigte der Mann auf das Waschbrett, die Tastatur und die Durian und fragte: "Hanxing, auf welches soll ich mich knien?"

Es geht um das zweit älteste Kind von Tobirama Senju und Sarada Uchiha-Haruno! Dieses Kind reist ebenfalls wie seine Mutter in die Vergangenheit, um diese zu ändern! Die Vorgeschichte und auch eine Art Mitgeschichte zu seinen Geschwisterm könnt ihr auf Wattpad lesen. Die Titel sind: "Warum wir? (TobiSara)" Und noch nicht veröffentlicht: "Besuch aus der Zukunft - TobiSara"

Vector hates math! With all his heart! Due to severe dyscalculia, he can’t even handle the simplest calculations, like 1+9! After losing his parents, he is placed in an orphanage, and his school struggles only worsen from there. He fails his final exams every year in high school, can’t find a job, and eventually ends up living on the streets. Without a home, parents, friends, or love, Vector spends his nights under bridges or wherever he can find shelter. “I hate math!” he mutters, tormented, until this thought consumes him. Many years later, now old and sick, Vector finds himself on the brink of death. But with his final breath, something extraordinary happens: Vector wakes up, reincarnated in another world, one where dragons, fairies, and creatures of all kinds are part of his new reality. Here, in the continent "Harmony", magic is revered and is based on “Syntony” that each person can develop with one of the seven elements. “Magic? Amazing! Now, finally, I can study and learn something unrelated to math!” But unfortunately, things take a completely different turn from what he expected... “I… have a Syntony… WITH MATH?! This is a joke, right?! Damn it! Is it still trying to ruin my life? Screw you, Math!” In time, however, he begins to realize the immense potential it can grant him: a power beyond imagination. Determined to rewrite his destiny and to defeat dangerous enemies that threaten the life and existence of every living being, he will turn his greatest obstacle into the key to becoming the STRONGEST. “Now I understand, and now I accept it… MATH IS MY MAGIC!” { UPDATES: Every Tuesday, Friday and Sunday at 3:14 AEST (UCT/GMT+10) } [A/N: This is a slow-paced novel. Also, please don’t expect the protagonist to start out overpowered and dominate effortlessly from the beginning. As I mentioned, he will become THE STRONGEST, yes, but it will take time. (^-^ )]

[WSA 2025 ENTRY] “Seriously? Of all the people I could’ve become, I get stuck as him?” Damien, a shut-in who spends his days cursing his favourite authors for every plot twist he didn’t like, meets his end at the hands of a mysterious woman. Just when he thinks his life is over, Damien wakes up as Alden Draven, an extra character inside his favourite novel. You know, the kind of character who shows up for one chapter, says nothing important, and dies tragically in the background to move the plot forward. Yeah, 'that' guy. And guess what? His death is scheduled to happen in the first few chapters. But just as he resolves to not die and change his fate, he notices something’s off. The plot is... wrong.  The characters aren't acting as they were meant to be, and the plot is all messed up. "This wasn’t supposed to happen; the stupid hero was supposed to fail miserably right about now! Is it just me, or did the entire plot get hijacked?" He muttered as it hits him.... "F*ck! "Is there another transmigrator?" And if that wasn’t enough, there's a yandere girl, one of the characters he's meant to interact with, who’s developed an unnatural obsession with him.  ----------------------------------------------------- If this story made you smile (or cringe), leave a review! Your feedback fuels the chaos and keeps the adventure going strong! Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and locations are imaginary, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. ---------------------------------------------------

"Who said a reincarnated person had an easy life." Yucheng he muttered as he thought of all the things that had happened to him, first his father died, and he became a slave, and now. "F#ck even my talent is the worst." You know the worst talent is a five-element spiritual root, but he has something even worse: a seven-element spiritual root. "Well, I guess I can only move forward by myself." He muttered as he looked at all the books piled before him as he tried to create his techniques. ... ... ... A\N: New here, please do correct me if you see any mistake in my work. Also hope you enjoy this story.

What if you were given a second chance at life—but swore off love forever? Mizuki Wolfe, the celebrated author of Last Moon, stunned the world when she abruptly ended her decade-long engagement to childhood sweetheart Pablo Rossi. But what truly turned heads? She happily played matchmaker, steering her billionaire ex into the arms of another woman. Why? That’s the question no one dared to ask. Unbeknownst to the world, Mizuki has lived this life before. In her first life, she chose love, only to discover it was an illusion—leaving her shattered and full of regrets until her dying breath. This time, reborn and wiser, Mizuki has made a promise: no more illusions, no more fairy tales, and definitely, no more romance. Then came K. A sultry-voiced rockstar with mismatched eyes of gold and blue, K has millions of fans swooning and an unshakable belief in destiny. For years, he’s been searching for his other half—the one who would finally complete him. The moment he sees Mizuki, he knows: it’s her. But Mizuki isn’t interested in love, and K isn’t interested in giving up. In a battle of cynicism and fate, will Mizuki’s walls crumble, or will K learn that even destined love requires more than belief to survive? A story of second chances, soulmates, and the courage to let your heart believe again. ---------------------------------------------- “Miss Mizuki,” he greeted, his voice deep and smooth, the kind of voice that belonged in an expensive whiskey commercial—or better yet, a lover’s whisper. Mizuki blinked. Then again. Her mouth opened to respond, but what emerged was less “hello” and more “garbled wheeze.” Lizbeth, her ever-loyal assistant, jabbed her sharply in the ribs. “Hey,” she whispered, her tone sly, “I think the leading man just fell in love with you at first sight.” “Shh!” Mizuki hissed, her face heating up. She tried to regain her footing, figuratively and literally, but managed only to trip over her own feet. She lurched forward, arms flailing in what she hoped looked like an intentional movement. Hizuki, lightning-quick, caught her before disaster struck. His hands were firm yet gentle as they steadied her. Up close, those stunning eyes were even more hypnotic, and the faint scent of cedar and rain seemed to linger around him. “Are you all right?” he asked, his lips quirking into a smile that somehow managed to be both kind and devastatingly alluring. Mizuki’s brain short-circuited. She realized she was still clutching his arms and yanked herself back so fast she almost stumbled again. Lizbeth leaned closer, whispering gleefully, “You okay? Your heart’s racing.” “I want to run,” Mizuki muttered, barely moving her lips. “What?” Lizbeth asked, her grin widening. “I want to run,” Mizuki repeated in a fierce whisper. “Far away. To another country, maybe.” Lizbeth snickered. “Flight at first sight, huh?” “Yes!” Mizuki hissed, shooting a panicked glance at Hizuki, who was still watching her like she was the only thing worth noticing in the entire room. His gaze was so warm, so intense, it could have melted steel—and definitely her composure. She shot a look at Lizbeth, who was no help at all, and then at the nearest exit. She was already planning her escape. Update Schedule: Start February 14, 2024 Update: daily at midnight follow me on IG: @schreient_rui Like the story? gimme coffee :D https://ko-fi.com/schreient

[Processing dead body... 45%... 56%... 99.9%... ding!] [Error.] [Reprocessing dead body... soul found... ding! 2%... 5%... 59%... 67%... 99%... ding! 99.9%] [Process incomplete.] The woman had red hair that glowed like embers. Her face was strikingly fair, but her entire body appeared faintly transparent like glass under sunlight. She blinked, disoriented, as her gaze settled on a hideous, robotic bird hovering nearby. Its sharp, angular body looked mismatched, with awkwardly stiff wings and an oversized beak that glowed menacingly. It was focused on her lifeless body on the ground, shooting thin, bright laser beams across her body. Hazel stared at the bird, her figure stiffening. "What in the world..." she whispered, her voice echoing faintly. If you're confused, let me explain. Just a few minutes ago, Hazel had been driving, enjoying the breeze through her open window. That's when she noticed a tiny puppy stranded in the middle of the road, trembling and helpless. Her instincts kicked in. Without thinking twice, she swerved, steering the car sharply to avoid hitting it. The puppy was safe. But Hazel wasn't. Her car had crashed, and she died instantly. Now, Hazel had become a ghost. Her body felt strange—light and weightless, yet she could feel every movement as if she were still alive. She floated, her hair billowing as though caught in an invisible current. Then came the noise. Ding! The sound was loud, sharp, and mechanical. Hazel flinched, looking around until her eyes landed on the robotic bird. It was still scanning her dead body with its obnoxious laser beams, beeping and whirring as if annoyed at its own failures. Hazel frowned, watching it from a distance, but after what felt like the tenth scan, her curiosity got the better of her. She floated closer, hovering near the hideous creature. It twitched, almost startled by her presence, before it froze completely. Ding! [Process complete] [Congratulations, soul number XOXO, for binding with the Baby-Raising System!] Hazel blinked, her ghostly hand clutching at her chest out of habit—forgetting she had no heartbeat anymore. "The what system?" [Newbie Packet detected! Festive Season Bonus activated for Host.] Ding! [Opening gift automatically… Bonus Daddy included in every world.] She froze, her hands dropping to her sides. Her mouth opened slightly in disbelief as the robotic bird chirped happily, almost smugly. "Wait... what? Bonus Daddy?!" Hazel's transparent figure seemed to flicker with frustration. Her chest rose and fell as if she was still breathing, though no air passed through her. The bird made another cheerful ding! sound, completely ignoring her shock. "What is this? Some kind of sick prank?" Hazel muttered, pacing in her ghostly form. She glanced at her lifeless body again, then back at the bird, her mind racing. She was dead. That much was obvious. But now she was... stuck in some baby-raising system? "What the heck is going on?" Hazel hissed, throwing her hands up.

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

[Ding!] [Cashback System Activation Requirement Met!] [System Binding In Progress...!] [System Successfully Linked!] [Spent $1,000. 10x Critical Hit. Earned $10,000. The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX] [Spent at least $1,000 on a beautiful lady. Received 1 lottery ticket. Do you want to use it?] [YES][NO] Kyle was a man that has never had any luck in life and he was on the verge of ending it all after being fired from his minimum wage job due to a customer's complaint which turned out to be a lie but due to the customer being an attractive lady, no one believed Kyle. To make matters worse, he had to pay for the damages that was caused by the customer. Beautiful people, they had it easy, didn't they? This was his last step and he knew that he wouldn't see tomorrow as he searched for a river to throw himself in. He thought his mind finally broke as there was no explanation for the Cyan Screen that popped up as he clicked the [YES] button. [You have drawn Charm!] [Charm: There is nothing the user can't charm his way out of or into! The universe has blessed you with charisma!] "Hahaha! I must have lost my marbles..." Kyle muttered to himself but his phone soon rang out to show that he had a notification. And to his surprise, he saw $10,000 sitting in his account and his jaw dropped. "THIS IS FOR REAL!!!"

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

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

[Mature Content] Arabella Donovan sacrificed her youth solely for her husband. However, he divorced her because she could not bear children for him, causing her great pain. Bella decided to disappear from his life. Five years later, she returned to the country with her adorable son. Her peaceful life started to get disturbed when her ex-husband chased her back the moment he found out she was giving birth to his son. But now, she wasn't the same Bella she used to be. She is an entirely different person. ***** "Boss, she's back!" "Who?" Tristan Sinclair asked while scribbling his signature across stacks of papers. "Your wife—" The assistant hesitated, watching Tristan closely. When he saw Tristan's furrowed brows, he corrected himself. "Sorry, I mean your ex-wife, Ms. Donovan. She's returned with a boy..." Tristan sighed, eyeing the contract before him.  After five years of searching, only to find out she's moved on, it feels hurt. But he couldn't avoid it. She deserves happiness with someone else. He'll take this loss.  "She deserves a new husband..." Tristan muttered, dismissing his assistant. "Boss, what I meant was the cute little boy. I think he's around four years old—" Tristan snapped. His head up, fixing his sharp gaze on his assistant. "I need you to arrange a DNA test for the kid. And get me her address!"  A glimmer appeared in his eyes as a smile slowly spread across his face. ______ Author Novel: 1. DAMN! I FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM (Completed) 2. The Bride Of Immortal Crown Prince (Completed) 3. Rebirth: Dancing In My Destiny (Completed) 4. The Billionaire's Genius Wife (Completed) 5. Rebirth As The Vampire Lord's Wife (Completed) 6. My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back (Completed) 7. Betrayed by Fiancé, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon (Serializing) _____ How to contact me: >> Instagram account: authorpurplelight >> FB Page: Author_Purplelight >> Join my Discord Server: https://bit.ly/purplelightserver _____ Notes: The book cover belongs to the author. Please don't reuse it!

Qiao Nian lived in the Qiao family’s house for 18 years before her biological parents found her. Suddenly, all the wealthy families in the city knew that the Qiao family had a fake daughter! A true daughter of an affluent family would be talented, gentle, and kind. A fake daughter would not be able to pick up any skills and accomplish nothing. Everyone wanted to see how miserable she would become when she went back to her ravine after being kicked out of a rich family! Qiao Nian also thought that her biological parents were poor teachers from Luohe County. Who knew that her brother drove a Phaeton that was worth three hundred thousand yuan! Her biological father was also a professor who taught at Tsinghua University! The big boss of the family of scums became a bootlicker and bowed in front of her grandpa… Qiao Nian was dumbfounded. Erm… this wasn’t the same as saying yes! After being freed from the family of scums, Qiao Nian was able to be herself. She was the top student in the college entrance examination, a live broadcast star and the heir of an invaluable cultural heritage… Her identities were revealed and when she started to appear on the hot searches in the city, the family of scums turned green. The anti-fans mocked: What’s the point of trying to fake an image? Aren’t you just sticking to my brother everyday? Qiao Nian responded: I’m sorry but I already have a match. Top Brother: @Qiao Nian. Let me introduce her to everyone. This is my sister. Wealthy Grandpa: My dear granddaughter, why are you working so hard? If you want a bicycle, grandpa will buy it for you! The rich and powerful in Beijing spread a rumor that Master Wang was hiding a wife in his luxurious house. No matter how much people tried to persuade him, he never took her out to meet anyone. If he were asked, he would say the same sentence. “My wife is from the countryside and she is shy.” That was until one day when someone saw the noble and cold Master Wang holding a girl’s slender waist while hiding in a corner of a wall and muttering with red eyes. “Baby, when will you give me a title?” [Fake daughter who is from a truly wealthy family] + [Two big bosses]

Interviewer: "Immortal Zhou Li, could you tell us why you created the orthodox methods and forged the twelve righteous paths, condensing twelve talismans to resolve ancient and modern disputes?" "Just to liven things up." Interviewer: "Well, I mean, did you reorganize the Great Ming Dynasty and plant the Seven Immortal Gourds based on the laws of myriad spirits, brewing the Spring of Spirit Qi for the glory of mankind or...?" "Just to really liven things up." Interviewer: "No, Immortal Zhou Li, I feel that you've done so much for humanity, for the Immortal Realm, and for Da Ming. Your purpose and starting point should be a bit more noble, such as...?" "Enough already, can't you see? I just wanted to bring some entertainment to the spiritually impoverished Great Ming Dynasty and everyone in the Cultivation World. Here, let's liven things up for everyone." The white-robed immortal pointed a finger, and alongside him, a chaotic and ferocious Ancient God swung indescribable and bizarre tendrils. Then, with a surge forward followed by a backflip, it landed stylishly, all the while muttering the delirious ramblings of an Ancient God. 【Damn, let's go, ignore it!】 "No fun? Who would cultivate without any fun?"

"I can't be pregnant for my uncle!" I muttered under my breath, staring at the results in a state of incredulity. Skylar has life's struggles all put into one burden on her young shoulders: the fight to balance school and work, to help with her mom under her uncle's hard rule. Life spirals right at the turn of one weird incident that humiliates her, costs her her job when it is discovered she is pregnant. Then, when it feels like Skylar's world is falling apart, her mother remarries a very wealthy man whose twin sons immediately complicate her life. One has quietly watched her every move, while the other suddenly comes to her rescue, finding her torn between gratitude and suspicion. As secrets unravel and hidden agendas finally surface, Skylar must manage a world of deceit, temptation, and betrayal. Can she find the way to retrieve her life, or is the danger too much to bear in this new family?

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

In einer düsteren Zukunft, in der der Staat nach Testpersonen für ein bahnbrechendes Experiment sucht, das die Welt verändern soll, wird der junge Franklin Parks mit einem grausamen Schicksal konfrontiert. Sein kleiner Bruder, John, wird auserwählt, Teil dieses geheimen Projekts zu werden, was die Familie in eine ausweglose Situation führt. Ihre Mutter, die sich gegen das Vorhaben stellt, will ihren Sohn nicht für ein Experiment opfern und lehnt das verlockende Angebot des Staates ab. Doch ihre Ablehnung hat fatale Konsequenzen.

A large group of the most ordinary people, falls into another world and becomes vampires. Their existence in new conditions is shown in the series of books - The Most Evil Kind.

Zara's eyes were glued to Xavier's bare chest, unable to look away. The sculpted muscles, the deep V-line, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips—she couldn't help but be captivated. It was as if her brain had short-circuited, and all logic had left her. She moved a step closer, almost unconsciously, her hand lifting as if to touch his chest. Before her fingers could make contact, Xavier's quick reflexes caught her wrist. His grip was firm, but not harsh, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a hint of teasing. Zara, startled but determined not to show weakness, scratched the back of her head awkwardly, trying to save face. "What do you mean? Why are you walking around shirtless?" she countered, trying to shift the focus off herself. Xavier's smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not the one sneaking around in other people's rooms, Zara. You're the one who barged in here." Zara blinked, her mind scrambling to find an excuse. "Oh, right," she muttered, still not sure how to explain her behavior. She gave him a sheepish grin, but her eyes darted back to his chest, trying to look casual. "I was just… looking for something," she said, her words trailing off as she tried to think of a better lie. Xavier didn't buy it for a second. Slowly, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Zara instinctively took a step back, but Xavier followed, not giving her any space to escape. Her heart raced as she backed up again, trying to keep some distance between them, but Xavier wasn't making it easy. "Trying to run away now?" Xavier teased, his voice laced with playful challenge. He moved another step forward, and Zara continued retreating, her back now against the wall. Her breath hitched as she realized she had nowhere else to go. "I wasn't trying to run away," Zara said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. "Just, you know, I… I don't want to intrude. I just—"  But Xavier wasn't interested in her stammering excuses. His gaze remained locked on her, and as he stepped closer, his hand that had caught her wrist slowly slid down to her fingers, brushing against her skin. The gentle touch sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Zara's heart hammered in her chest, and she took another step back, this time bumping into the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't help but feel the heat building between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. Xavier, now mere inches from her, tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. "I think you're lying," he murmured, his voice soft, but full of mischief. "You were trying to touch my chest, weren't you?" Zara's face flushed with heat, and she tried to push back against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. She cleared her throat, trying to recover some of her composure. "Maybe I was," she admitted, her voice low. "But, um… so what? It's not like you're making it easy to ignore." Xavier's grin widened as he leaned even closer, his body just inches away from hers. The closeness was overwhelming, and Zara's mind started to spin. She could feel the heat radiating off his chest, and she had to fight the urge to reach up and touch it again. "Is that so?" Xavier whispered, his breath warm against her ear. He placed his hand on the wall beside her head, trapping her in place as he stared down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You sure about that?".

“Wait... Where am I and... who am i?” Just after he thought he was successfully betrayed and killed by his most favored surbodinate. Taylor finds himself on the floor of a remote alley “Don't tell me I got reincarnated?” Hutton muttered with a look of disbelief on his face. P.S; Join the novel discord server for any announcements or questions and answers sections https://discord.gg/jA3r3S2n

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

Synopsis: "I’ve seen enough, I’m done." Lie Zhanfeng muttered to himself, watching with satisfaction as Xie Dongyi, the tragic villain of his favorite novel, finally seized an ancient inheritance. The villain had finally fought back! But just as he was about to read the next chapter, a bolt of lightning struck him to death. When Lie Zhanfeng opened his eyes, he found himself in the very novel he had been reading, inhabiting the body of a lowly village thug—fated to die at the hands of the protagonist. Worse, he hadn’t even finished the book! Assuming the villain would meet the usual tragic fate, Lie Zhanfeng decided to protect Xie Dongyi, shadowing him like a hen guarding its chicks. But Lie Zhanfeng didn't know that after getting the inheritance, Xie Dongyi awakened an Ancient demon bloodline, becoming even stronger than before... ------ Xie Dongyi’s past life had been filled with pain and suffering. Abandoned by his family, betrayed by those he trusted, he lived in the shadows of others’ expectations. When he finally awakened his dark, sinister demon bloodline, he embraced it without hesitation. After years of practicing, his power grew rapidly, and with it, his thirst for vengeance. When he finally had the chance to destroy everything, he did so without regret, wiping out his enemies and sealing his fate with his own self-destruction. But death didn’t mark the end for him. Just when he thought it's over, Xie Dongyi was reborn in the past. The moment he opened his eyes, he was no longer alone. A strange man—Lie Zhanfeng—kept appearing, protecting him from harm, something Xie Dongyi had never experienced before. His world, once filled with isolation and betrayal, now had someone by his side. Xie Dongyi’s gaze hardened as he looked at the man who had been his shadow through it all. "Don’t ever betray me," he said, his voice icy with a threat that could shatter mountains. "Or I’ll drag this world to hell with us." ADDITIONAL TAGS: 1v1, Accelerated Growth, Alchemy, Beast Companion, Doting Protagonist, Magical Space, Multiple Realms, Overpowered Protagonist, Overpowered Love Interest, Protagonist Falls in Love First, Seme Protagonist

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)

Coming back from London as a well known psychologist, Zhao Wenli couldn't hold her joy for not seeing her family for 20 years after being separated from them when she was just 3 years old in her mind, she only knows of how her parents looked like from the photo her parents gave her, on her way to the airport. she didn't loath them but couldn't help to feel the love of Parenthood. life could only feel unfair when her father's closet friend's son framed them of embezzlement of funds and many illicit activities, made her to forcefully lay force threats on the already unbeatable son, Hua Wudi. in the almost quest for survival after realizing her mistake, met her tragic death. just a few days to her arrival from London, she met her end. "if I had known of my fate, I would rather not return and miss my parents unconditionally in London" she muttered as she breathe her last. The heavens heard her silent prayer and transmigrated her to a world of cold war and unequal cultivations which she never thought of being in one. There, she met Hua Wudi as the unbeatable leader. remembering her tragic fate in her past life, decides to avoid him. but fate already has other plans for her. Just because of the one single silent prayer. Heavens didn't grant her prayers but made it worst for her, either that she makes her a life living hell or, a better place for living. in anyway, the ball is now in her court.

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

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

Das Aufwachen aus dem Koma war die geringste von Serenas Sorgen, als sie erfährt, dass sie verheiratet ist! Sie kann sich nicht mehr erinnern, wer sie ist. Ihre Eltern haben vor, sie zu töten. Was macht eine junge Frau in so einer Situation? Sie fängt natürlich ihren gutaussehenden, reichen Ehemann ein! Serena wird ihn nicht gehen lassen, bis sie die Wahrheit herausgefunden hat. Aiden Hawk hat aus Bequemlichkeit geheiratet. Von seiner Großmutter erpresst, hat er sich den perfekten Plan ausgedacht. Eine Frau auf dem Sterbebett zu heiraten und die Rolle ihres trauernden Liebhabers zu spielen. Wenn sie stirbt, kann er tun und lassen, was er will! Doch zur Überraschung aller kam sie lebend zurück! Mehr noch, sie klebt an ihm wie Leim! Wird ihre zufällige Ehe funktionieren oder werden sie für immer getrennt sein? *Picture credits: Queenfrieza Schnipsel: Ihre Augen weiteten sich vor Schreck, als er hinüberging und die Tür des Krankenhauszimmers mit einem Klicken verschloss. "Was tun Sie da?", fragte sie zittrig. Der Ausdruck auf seinem Gesicht gefiel ihr nicht. Er hob eine Augenbraue und zog grinsend den Mundwinkel hoch. "Was glaubst du denn, was ich tue?" "Warum... warum hast du die Tür verschlossen?" "Meine Frau ... Du bist nach so langer Zeit aufgewacht. Natürlich muss ich etwas Zeit mit dir verbringen, ohne dass du mich störst..." Serena beobachtete ihn, als er auf sie zuging, seine Anwesenheit schien den Raum zu erfüllen. Ihr Herz drohte ihr fast aus der Brust zu springen... Sie wollte vom Bett springen, aber ihre Beine waren nutzlos und sie hatte keine Kraft...