Let'S Sleep

Having crossed over into a world of Chaos and Order, brimming with all manner of bizarre items, Qiu Tu discovered he had actually slept with a VIP’s mistress... Since he had already been discovered, might as well... go with the flow? Strengthening his power, cultivating his influence, unearthing beautiful... and powerful subordinates, he steadily climbed to the peak of this world! Cataclysmic abilities and strange items included: the Cihuang Stone that could erase one's impression from others' hearts; a mythical beast's head that could summon storms with a kiss; a piggy bank that could store emotions; a reversal potion that increased Favorability when hitting someone, and so on... -------

Shu Pan thought Gu Shaoting was the one. She thought the world's most wonderful love was bestowed upon her. Never did she expect she was never loved and their happy moments to be fake. When their three-year marriage fell apart, she fled. Only then did she realize Gu Zhaoting's lies and act of vengeance. Four years later, they met again. She had a mini version of herself while he had a girlfriend with whom he was in talks of marriage. The two of them were parallel lines. However, Gu Zhaoting discovered that he had a deeper attachment to her. When he found out that the mini version of her was his daughter, he was furious. Right now, he only wanted to hold their hands for the rest of his life.

An unexpected little life forced the two business rivals to get married. On the day of the grand wedding, he flew to Paris to seek forgiveness from his beloved woman, leaving her alone at the wedding, suffering embarrassment. After five years of marriage, he had affairs outside, but she ignored them. He made sarcastic remarks, but she seemed to be deaf to them. She was too proud to beg humbly, but she believed that time could change his mind about her! Until... "Su Nuan is back, we are getting divorced." He was so cold and ruthless that it was outrageous. She felt heartbroken but just covered her daughter's ears quietly. "Mom, if I am a little more obedient, will Dad not leave me?" Watching him slam the door and leave, Hearing her daughter's tender voice finally broke her strong disguise. She hugged her tremblingly, and her eyes were blurred. "Mom, I want to see Dad." In the operating room, her daughter was dying and whispering for her father. She pulled his phone with tears in her eyes... "Gu Zekai..." "Xuanxuan is about to prepare for surgery. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." She was interrupted as soon as she opened her mouth, and the call was quickly cut off. When she pulled it again, it was turned off. Gu Zekai, for the son of that woman, you don't even want your own flesh and blood? Lin Shengxia's love for Gu Zekai was exhausted in endless pain! Finally, all the grievances turned into a faint sentence-"let's get divorce!"

In a future where healers are revered as fragile treasures, Ye Xing — a battle-hardened apocalypse survivor reborn with maxed-out healing powers — refuses to be coddled. Imagine a "combat medic who’d rather wield a plasma blade than a bandage". Disguising her identity, she enrolls as a mecha pilot, relishing the chaos of frontline skirmishes with the glee of a "caffeinated war god". But when her secret unravels mid-tournament, the galaxy watches in shock as this "delicate healer" decimates opponents with "the elegance of a ballet dancer and the ferocity of a starved dragon".

Miyagi Kyo, a 30-year-old virgin, saves a child from a truck and wins the goddess's favor. Reborn as a dashing high school student in a world with a staggering 1:30 male to female ratio, he is suddenly surrounded by stunning girls—his blonde yankee neighbor, the diligent class president, and more. With a heart full of excitement, Miyagi dives into his exhilarating second life! _____________________________________________________________ Gain access to more chapters and help me purchase more character pictures by supporting my Patreon! p@treon.c0m/AlwaysWantedSupport

Dimension Collapse. The world expanded tenfold, swallowing everything that once existed. The sky shattered like glass, and a massive rift stretched endlessly across it. From the darkness, nightmares emerged—monstrous beasts, ancient horrors, and creatures beyond human understanding. Vampires with glowing crimson eyes stalked the night. Demons, wrapped in hellfire, descended in endless hordes. Beastmen roared beneath the blood-red moon, while goblins, wild and savage, swarmed the streets, feasting on the fallen. Cities crumbled. Lands twisted into strange, terrifying shapes. Reality itself became a battlefield of chaos. Then, as if was nothing, a glowing screen flickered into existence before every survivor. [Welcome to the New Era.] [You have been granted 100 Coins.] [Your Unique Skill has been awakened.] [To survive, obtain more coins.] [Methods: Slay the creatures. Kill the others.] Terror settled in. Everyone had received a skill—some wielded power over elements, others bent time or defied death itself. Yet, some… awakened curses, abilities so absurd or sinister that they sealed their fate from the start. The rules were brutal: Kill. Adapt. Evolve. Chaos erupted instantly. Neighbors turned into executioners. Families slaughtered one another. Streets ran red with blood as the weak perished, and the strong carved their place in this new world. Yet, amidst this apocalyptic bloodbath, one man had done something truly absurd. --- A man awoke, stretching lazily. The world had changed, yet he… had simply been sleeping. A notification greeted him. [You have met the hidden condition of your skill: High Upgradation.] [You have unlocked S-Grade Skill: Sleep.] He stared at the screen, dumbfounded. What kind of sick joke was this?! Monsters roamed the streets, people were killing for survival, and his power was to take naps?

Asin and Oliver were living a lavish lifestyle thanks to their family fortune..from the outside looking in. But it was a part of a whole.. Their other lives involving fast cars, illegal racing scene, dangerous rivals and Unknowns .. and now marriage? Yet there is such a thing as the perfect plan for even such a situation is there not? This is not that plans story.

A big strong woman with a wild heart and a smaller less strong man with a delicate heart could never fall in love. But what if they did? Well that is the case for omega Kim Eun Seong who has a boyfriend, but can’t help notice a certain girl walking around his campus. Bamsaek Ah-Reum, a blasian girl who has been having trouble fitting in all while going through girlfriend after girlfriend is having no luck with a solid partner… What will happen next? Tags: amaw, ambw, abo, femalealpha, maleomega, enemies-to-lovers

To the world Lucas was the perfect CEO. He led the family company to become the biggest in the country. He also had the most beautiful woman for a lover and with gorgeous looks that would make anyone fall for him, he had it all. However, it all came crashing down one day when he got that letter. A letter that made him question his very existence. A letter that unhinged him.

After getting stranded in heavy rain, Zixuan and her five friends seek shelter in a mysterious bus station—one they swear was never there before. The moment they step inside, the entrance vanishes, trapping them in an endless, shifting nightmare. Paranormal creatures hunt them, and each room demands a deadly sacrifice. One by one, her friends begin to disappear in horrifying ways. Just when Zixuan thinks it's over, she finds herself back at the station. A neon sign flickers overhead: "Start Over." Will their nightmare ever ends?

Lucan Ironfist came from a noble family, but he wasn't the eldest son. When his brother became the head of the family and he turned 18, Lucan would become a commoner. A strange rule, but that's how it was. So Lucan began to think of a way to live a peaceful life. As he was considering this, his mother arranged for him to become a priest in another city. A priest didn't have to worry about food or housing, and all he had to do was watch over the temple and the statue. It was easy work, so he agreed and arrived at the city. One day, as he was watching over the temple and the statue, a poor-looking girl came to pray. When she prayed to God, light gathered around her body. Lucan was surprised and suddenly remembered the plot of a certain game. Originally, Lucan was from Earth and had traveled to this fantasy world. When he was on Earth, he played a game with a plot where a merchant family's illegitimate daughter, bullied by her family, awakened the power of a saint. Lucan decided to keep this secret and train the saint so that in the future, he could have an easy life and save himself from any crises. --- **Please do not rate the novel until you have read at least 20 chapters. This includes 5-star ratings. After reading 20 chapters, you are welcome to rate the novel as you see fit. However, please refrain from using any abusive language in your comments. Any comment containing abusive language will be deleted, even if it includes a 5-star rating. ** If there is something you do not like, please mention it. If it is something I can fix, I will do my best to address it. Similarly, if there is something you enjoy, please let me know. ** Feel free to ask questions, and I will do my best to answer them, provided they do not spoil the story.

The Ashwood Hotel is no ordinary abandoned place. It is a living tomb. In 1930, a mysterious fire claimed the lives of 23 people within its opulent halls—including a girl whose body was never found. Since then, the walls have whispered with silenced screams, ash rains from the ceiling, and anyone who enters the hotel becomes part of its eerie legend. When four young urban explorers venture into the decaying building, they have no idea that they are not only facing ghosts but the hotel itself. Sven, the anxious one with a knack for seeing the invisible. Natalia, the diva who feels her facade of sarcasm and lipstick beginning to crack. Jacob, the tough guy whose cool demeanor dissolves into smoke. And Lucas, the idealist who realizes too late that some spirits don’t want to be photographed. But the Ashwood is hungry. Its corridors shift, its victims return as shadows, and the stench of smoke becomes a choking reality. When the group realizes they haven’t ended up here by chance—that the hotel has called them—a race against an unrelenting past begins. But how do you fight walls that breathe? And what happens when the spirit hunting you... is your own reflection?

"She is my sister Jason, I can't do this to her...", she said with tears dancing in her eyes. Truth is, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, how can she not, this man has been nothing but kind to her and she on the other hand, has been a rock to him. Someone he could lean on, the only person who remained when other's have turned their backs on him, including this so-called sister, Stella. Growing up in Marshtown, two sister, Liberty and Stella Black didn't have it easy, especially after losing their parents. Being the older one, Liberty was forced to sacrifice college in order to support her younger sister, Stella, and she never took those sacrifices lightly. In fact, if there was anything the sisters knew and appreciated, was their bond for each other. They had each other, and for each other they would perish, well, at least that was until the arrival of Jason Parker, the ever so charismatic, gentle and handsome star cricket player - oh, and rich. Jason's appearance put their bond and their character to test, "Is blood truly thicker than water?", Liberty asked.

I’ve done it I’ve reached the top but there’s nothing left I must get another chance please let me have another chance let me reset.

A girl named Nora suddenly founds a weird book with a weird title. She felt as if that book was telling her future when she read it. The next day she got a message from her most hated person in the entire world, who offered her to join his big international company. She agrees for his offer. But day she entered the company's building that was her last day in this life. She dies in that building, the moment she opens up her eyes she was in another world. A world she never thought could be real. And she was sleeping beside a man in the bed at that time she opened her eyes. Note: I'll be posting this on RoyalRoad.com https://www.royalroad.com/profile/446496/fictions

I was a horrible husband, and a scumbag father. Having amnesia wasn’t an excuse. Even so, because of that, I lost my family instantly. In order to save Nero– my son and heir– I killed my daughter Neoma. And then I had to witness Mona, my neglected wife, die in front of me. Why did I have to regain all my memories at that exact moment? I wanted to die with Mona and Neoma. And, just when I thought I could finally be reunited with them, I opened my eyes and realized I turned back time. I returned at the exact moment Mona and I were in the middle of discussing divorce. Divorce? No way in hell would Nikolai divorce Mona this time!

Kelly Brook thought her secret marriage to Anderson Grant would shield her from her previous scandal, but everything crumbled when she discovered Anderson’s betrayal—a hidden affair with her estranged twin sister, Kate. Forced to announce her own divorce, Kelly struggles to hold her composure as she faces public judgment and private heartbreak. With her resources tied to Anderson’s career and overshadowed by her sister. Kelly must decide whether to fight for redemption or let her past destroy her future.

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the darkness. A voice—smooth, rich, dripping with amusement—purred into existence. “The end?” Laughter followed, low and sultry, curling like silk in the air. “You must be kidding. Do you think a little thing like fate can stop me?” A soft hum. A pause. Then a wicked chuckle. “Love? Kindness? What use are such things when fear is so much sweeter? I was never meant to be saved, my dearies. This is no fairy tale.” The voice sharpened, rich with delight. “This is a villain’s tale.” A gust of wind howled, the shadows trembled, and the air crackled with unseen power. “And it is not over. In fact…” A pause. A single chime. > [Ding!] A cold, mechanical voice rang out, devoid of warmth yet brimming with eerie purpose. [Greetings, Host. I am the Villain Reform System.] [Your mission: To prove that even the darkest villainess can be redeemed.] [Failure to comply will result in execution.] Silence. Then—softly, slowly—the villainess laughed. And oh, what a laugh it was. “Villain reform?” she mused, voice curling with amusement. “Nah.” She tilted her head, grinning into the abyss. “Let’s go full evil.” > [Ding!] Villain Route Activated. Good luck, Host.] ---

Firstly, if you had find this novel, get happy! Because you have found a hidden gem! From Zz’s To XP: Sleeping To Dominate is the story of Jacob, an ordinary high school student who’s had enough of being bullied and overlooked. One night, he discovers a mysterious power: when he sleeps, he wakes up stronger. Every nap becomes a chance to gain experience, level up, and slowly transform his life. As Jacob's new abilities begin to show in the real world, his everyday struggles take on a whole new meaning. Strange creatures and unexpected challenges appear in his dreams, and his quiet, unassuming life is turned upside down. Soon, he finds himself fighting not only for his own survival but also for his place in a world that doesn’t play fair. The adventure begins when you close your eyes.

Finally my time has come, it's time to sleep... ???????? What's with all this noise? Is there some crazy person out there? Wait, what? Are they moving in there? ... Please I can't take it anymore, I just want to get some sleep... Anyone...? Help... Just get me out of here... ... ... ... [DING! - Is that all you want?] “Yes.” [DING! - Teleporting host to the Demon's Lair... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...] “Wait... WHAAAAAAT?”

After a fatal car accident, Keil wakes up in an unfamiliar world—a realm of magic, danger, and endless possibilities. Gifted with superhuman abilities, he soon discovers a unique power: he can acquire the skills of any woman he shares a bed with. To survive in this perilous new world, Keil must grow stronger, gathering allies and building an army of powerful women to stand by his side. As dark forces threaten the land, he prepares to face whatever challenges come his way. When the world cries out for a hero, Keil answers the call. A journey of strength, strategy, and passion begins—where power is gained not just through battle, but through the bonds he forges. *** This story doesn’t have yuri. It includes NTR, but the MC will be the one doing it—not the one being NTR’d.

The deeper you think, the darker it gets. AInmosni’s mind has become a battleground of surreal imagery and cryptic messages, vivid and unrelenting. As these intrusive thoughts take a toll on their body, AInmosni stumbles upon a strange connection between their episodes and a series of unsolved disappearances. With every piece of the puzzle unraveled, AInmosni is pulled deeper into a web of danger where the line between imagination and reality blurs—and crossing it might cost them everything.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Nobody warns you when your life is about to change. And it sucks. When Mom died, I didn’t just have to deal with the grief—I also had to move and face a huge change. Despite being close to turning eighteen, I had to move in with my father. The problem? My father is none other than the famous actor Braxton Scott… who, until just a few weeks ago, denied having a daughter and refused to meet me. I’ve gone from living in a small town in New Mexico with Mom to moving into a mansion in Los Angeles—with an absent father I hate, an older brother who’s practically a stranger, and a stupid bodyguard stuck to me 24/7. Because Oliver King is a pain in the ass, even if his job is to protect me. As if anyone would actually care about my life! Hi, I’m Novalee Torres. And welcome to my new life.