Flattered Boots

Lanz Kuroda failed his Awakening Test in the most spectacular way possible, he didn’t just rank low, his ass got slapped with an FFF. He was locked out of the system entirely, and sent home like the rejected tutorial character that he is. But when a cracked relic crystal he bought from a sketchy street vendor activates, it boots up something the world shouldn’t even know exists, a hidden system that logs him into an old, forgotten alt account, one with no level cap, restrictions, and absolutely zero oversight. By day, Lanz is still the same guy that no one aspires to be. But at night? In the dungeons? He becomes Zero, an anonymous hunter operating outside the system, clearing high-tier raids solo, and slowly building a legend no one can trace. The world thinks he’s a joke. He’s about to become its biggest problem.

The countdown hit zero. The servers of the legendary MMORPG, Yggdrasil Nova, were supposed to shut down forever. For Ravi, a player who had poured a decade of his life into becoming the game's sole omnipotent being, it was a bittersweet farewell. But the logout never came. Instead of being booted, Ravi found himself fused with his avatar, Kaelus, the Silent Sovereign. He was trapped. But he wasn't alone. His custom-created NPCs, monstrously powerful beings designed to be the ultimate guardians of his fortress, were no longer bound by code. They were alive. And they viewed him not as their master, but as their one and only God. Now, in a world that is both familiar and terrifyingly real, Kaelus must navigate the worship of his fanatically loyal servants, the politics of fledgling kingdoms that see him as a demon or a savior, and the terrifying mystery of why he's trapped. He is a being of absolute power in a world of mortals. He is not a hero. He is not a villain. He is a force of nature, and the world is about to feel his presence. When mortals pray and gods are silent, what happens when a new god answers the call?

Kenji Tanaka is the new transfer student at Seiryu High, a school ruled by fists and fear. With his average looks and quiet demeanor, everyone dismisses him as another sheep for the slaughter. They see a loser. A nobody. A twig that will snap under the iron boot of the school's hierarchy. They are wrong. Raised in brutal, solitary isolation in the mountains by a mysterious grandfather, Kenji's 'training' was a hellish regimen of survival. He doesn't understand society, girls, or why people flinch when he cracks his knuckles. He also doesn't understand that his 'normal' strength is enough to shatter bone, his 'basic' endurance can outlast a beast, and his very presence carries an aura that makes apex predators tremble. He believes he is weak, a novice who has barely scratched the surface of his grandfather's teachings. But when the wolves of Seiryu High come for the innocent girl in the desk next to him, they don't awaken a sheep. They awaken a monster. A god of combat. A King. This is not a story of a hero. This is the story of a Thug, his rise to absolute power, and the loyal followers and adoring women who are drawn to his terrifying, untamed might. In a world of delinquents, gangsters, and underground fighters, there is only one rule: Don't mess with the quiet kid. Because this King's fists don't know mercy.

Betrayed by his beloved queen. Stabbed by the very men he raised to power. King Alaric died with a broken heart… and a blade in his chest. Fate’s twisted joke? He’s reborn. In chains. Collared. Beaten. Sold like cattle. Once a mighty ruler. Now a slave in a world of magic, monsters, and bastards with crowns. His new master? Arrogant with even little much money, and the personality of a wet cabbage. And the wife? Let’s just say... she deserves better. Much better. Just when he thought a future of licking boots and scrubbing chamber pots— [DING! You have awakened the Domination System.] Rule the strong. Break the proud. Tap the wife. Steal the life. “I—wait, what?” [New Quest: Subjugate your Master's Wife.] [Reward: +500 Power | Domination Skill Unlocked – Command Voice] [Bonus: Do it on the master’s bed for extra EXP.] He grins through the pain, eyes burning with ambition. They thought they broke him? They just gave him a reason to rise. Power. Revenge. Pleasure. He’ll take it all. ------------------ Note- No ntr, no yuri. Mc won't abandon his women, neither he will force them, and not every women will be subjugated. And System isn't all about subjugating others wives, and he won't be doing it often, it's just one of it's features... Join Discord for character Arts: https://discord.gg/S9SMCUnx

Ray Arlon had only one dream, to play for Chelsea’s first team. He trained harder than anyone, stayed longer on the pitch, and lived for the game. But no matter how much effort he poured in, he could never make it past the youth academy trials. Crushed and out of chances, Ray gave up. He hung up his boots, buried his dream, and returned to solving algebra equations and applying to colleges, fully aware that the dream of becoming a professional footballer was now nothing more than a distant fantasy. But someone hadn’t given up on him. His father, Dr. Elias Arlon—a renowned neuroscientist, had always noticed his son’s passion, and just as clearly, his lack of natural talent. Determined to bridge that gap, he developed a breakthrough: a nano-cognitive interface designed specifically to accelerate skill acquisition and mental performance. He called it the "Football Leveling System." Through advanced bio-engineering and neural adaptation, Dr. Arlon implanted the system directly into Ray’s brain, giving his son a second chance at the dream he had once let go. [ SYSTEM INITIALIZATION ] [ WELCOME RAY ARLON ] [ CHOOSE YOUR ASSIGNED POSITION ] [ YOU HAVE SELECTED FORWARD ] [ WELCOME TO FOOTBALL LEVELING 1.0, LET OUR JOURNEY BEGIN ] ***************************************** 1. More than 1k words per Chapter 2. 2 Chapter's per day, time intervals not yet fixed. 3. Timeline is set during the 2024/2025 European season. 4. Kylian Mbappé* is seen as the best player. *I have no rights over the names of real football players, all rights are reserved for them.

She woke up in a creaky mountain hut — body aching, mind blank. No memories. No name. No clue how she ended up in a tiny village where spirit rabbits chewed on her boots and someone left dry cabbage hanging from the ceiling. All she knew was this: This body belonged to a poor, orphaned child. And now… it belonged to her. Before she could panic, the door opened. A man stepped inside. Young-looking. Elegant. A sword resting easily at his hip. His long robes shimmered with faint spiritual light, and his presence made the air feel… heavy. Old. But he didn’t speak like a warrior. He spoke like someone trying not to cry. “Child… I finally found you,” he said, his voice soft and careful. “I’m your great-great-grandfather.” “…HUH?!” Turns out, Yan Zhenwu wasn’t born a legend. He was once a mortal swordsman, wandering the world barefoot and broke. In his early years, he met a woman. Shared one quiet night beneath the stars. And moved on, never knowing he’d left behind a child. He never found out. Not until decades — centuries — later, when a letter reached him. The parchment was old. The ink faded. It came from his granddaughter. She’s alone now. Please… come find her. By then, Yan Zhenwu had already cultivated into someone feared and revered across the land. But titles and power meant nothing compared to that final request. Now, with a heart full of guilt and a radish basket full of awkward love, he’s come to find the last of his bloodline — a great-great-granddaughter with no memories, no spiritual roots, and no idea how to survive in a world filled with spiritual energy, cultivation, and danger.

Sofia Everhart was barely holding her life together. Crushed beneath a mountain of unpaid bills and the suffocating debt left behind by her late parents. She clung to the only thing she still had control over, and it was her vow to save herself for the man she would one day marry. But that fragile hope shattered the night she showed up at her boyfriend's house—only to find him in bed with her officemate, both naked, both shamelessly entangled in betrayal. In a single moment, Sofia's heart was broken and with it, the last of her faith in love slipped away. Humiliated, heartbroken, and utterly broke, she needed an escape. That escape came in the form of LUXE CLUB, the city's most exclusive club, an upscale haven for the wealthy and powerful. One dare became a bet. Sofia gave herself to a devastatingly handsome man. For one night, she let go of the pain, the pressure, the fear and surrendered her virginity to a stranger. Adam Ravenstrong, the billionaire CEO of Ravenstrong Holdings, was not the kind of man who made mistakes. He was calculated,, cold, and completely unattached, he kept women at a comfortable, manageable distance. To finalize the multi-billion-dollar merger, his future business partner imposed one absurd condition: Adam had to be married. He didn't want a wife. But he wanted to close the deal. As if the pressure weren’t enough, his business partner had taken it upon himself to not only arrange but choose the woman Adam was expected to marry—stripping away even the illusion of choice. He never expected Sofia Everhart, his soon-to-be wife, to be the same woman he had a one-night stand with. The one who vanished without a trace. The same woman he hadn't been able to forget. And suddenly, his face darkened, his eyes turning cold. Excerpt: "You can't be my wife," Adam said sharply, his voice like ice. Sofia lifted her chin, meeting his gaze even as her knees threatened to give out. "You just need an accessory wife, right? So what's the problem?" His expression hardened. "Because you're not a virgin. That was one of the conditions." The words cut like glass. The courtroom fell into stunned silence. The judge, his business partner, and her best friends frozen in disbelief, while Adam’s best friend shifted uneasily in the corner, unsure where to look. Sofia slapped him hard, furious at the fact that Adam knew he had been her first. And now, he looked at her with smug disdain, as if she were someone unworthy to become his bride. Then she turned around and walked out, refusing to let him see the tears stinging her eyes. She needed the money to save her parents' house. In three days, the bank would take it, and with it, the last memory of the family she had lost. She might have lost everything, but she would never beg. Not from the billionaire who took her virginity and looked at her like she was nothing. Adam stood frozen, yet an amused smile crept across his lips as he realized Sofia wasn't like the women who chased his name, his money, or his empire. She didn't cling. She didn't flatter. She walked away, and now, even though she needed him, she wasn't pretending to want him. Sofia needed his money. He needed a wife. And if she was bold enough to slap him and walk away, then she was bold enough to stand beside him in a world built on power, image, and illusion. Whether it broke her or not, Adam would make sure she played the role of his perfect wife. He vowed never to love, hiding his heart beneath the ice. She promised never to surrender, guarding her pride like armor. But when their hearts collided, neither shield could withstand the force of love. ————————————————— Disclaimer: This novel contains mature themes in later chapters. Reader discretion is advised. All names, places, and settings are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people, locations, or events is purely coincidental.

[MOBA Legends] is the first MOBA game that features a currency as a reward, commonly known as NFTs. This innovation has made it one of the trendiest games since its release. With the appearance of Renji known as The Copy God, the gaming world became much more competitive. He soloed five enemies in quarter finals of the Global Tournament and it became a Legend. Though his victory was short lived. His team was defeated and he was kicked out from the team. Making him start with a new account and played with his cousins. To think of it, his cousins would make it to a five man team with him! Together with his cousins, they would practice and join the monthly tournament and then the Global Tournament......but this time around, he has his most trustworthy and not backstabbing teammates to boot. Leading victory and victory to the top!

I died as an Aedes mosquito. Transmigrated into a shot billionaire. Now I’ve got a system in my head, enemies at my throat, and no time to play nice. Thanks to a drunk little fairy named Pokolo. Her idea of revenge? “Bite your ex. She forgot to mention one tiny detail: If I got swatted before the 24-hour curse was up, I’d die. Not just as a mosquito. For real. Permanently. Guess how that went. I died. Out of guilt...or maybe because fairies fear karma, Pokolo pulled one last trick. She hurled my soul into another world into another body. I woke up gasping in a hospital bed, drenched in blood. A New face. New scars. Name: Lucien Malric Moreaux. Billionaire. Recluse. Shot and dead. Then the system booted up in my head. Cold text in my mind, offering upgrades, skills, even life-saving interventions. But every benefit came with a price: mission, deadlines, moral gray zones. Fail, and it’s game over. Now I’m trapped in a world that wants Lucien dead, where boardrooms are battlegrounds, smiles hide daggers, and every second breath might be my last. I have no idea who to trust. Everyone has an angle. Enemies in friendly mask. But one woman keeps piercing through the noise— Dr. Arno Theryn Solace. She stitched my broken body back together with those steady hands… and somehow started stitching my soul, too. She doesn’t know who I really am, and I have no business wanting her. But I do. This isn’t a simple transmigration. It’s a blood-soaked second chance wrapped in secrets and survival. And this time, I’m not the prey. Because, I'm the player.

In the forgotten corner of the empire lies Emerald Ridge City, a place where spiritual energy is thin and ambition thinner. Here, the weak are trampled beneath the boots of the three clans clawing for scraps of power. In this city lives Lian Xue, a blind girl born into the Lian Clan — a girl considered a burden to her family name and deemed worthless in all aspects. Her life only becomes worse when her family informs her of her engagement to Young Master Jin — a lecherous, cruel heir to a merchant-cultivator clan. The match is nothing more than a transaction. The Jin Clan seeks access to the Lotus Palm, a modest art that, while dismissed by the greater world, happens to be the strongest technique in a city as insignificant as Emerald Ridge. The Lian Clan, desperate to improve its fortunes and end years of grudges, sees the marriage as a way to secure an answer to both problems. Lian Xue is simply the price — an unwanted girl offered up for convenience. Shattered by the news, Lian Xue ventures into the Emerald Mountains with only one wish: that some lurking beast will end her wretched life. Either fortunately or unfortunately for her, fate had other plans. She discovers a pool of blood — one that will change her life forever. What begins as a struggle to survive soon becomes the first step on a path paved with treachery, sect wars, ancient secrets, and the endless hunger of powers that were never meant for mortal hands. With every drop of blood she claims, the question grows sharper: Is Lian Xue mastering these dark powers… or are they mastering her? In a world where strength is truth and the heavens turn a blind eye, the blind maiden will make them all see through the veil of crimson she weaves.

Diogo Jota was one of Portugal’s brightest football stars—until the world believed he died in a tragic accident. But legends don’t fade. They are reborn. Jota awakens in the body of a ten-year-old boy in a quiet rural village called Penedono. No lights. No stadium. No one knows who he truly is. As he struggles to adjust to a life of poverty, quiet streets, and schoolbooks, the instincts of the pitch still burn within him. Alongside his loving mother and curious little sister Ana, Jota begins his journey again—from dirt fields and local tournaments to a dream that once shook the world. Quietly, patiently, he laces up a pair of old boots, ready to prove that greatness cannot be erased. > He was once a legend. Now he’ll become one again.

Eric Maddox, a 70-year-old American retired football coach once hailed for his tactical brilliance, now forgotten by time—closes his eyes for what he believes is a normal nap in his quiet Florida retirement home. But when he opens them, he's not staring at ceiling tiles, instead, he's on a touchline. Wearing boots in the rain. With players running on the pitch, fans jeering behind barriers, and the smell of cheap turf pellets in the air. "What the hell is this?" He’s twenty-five again, but it’s not Earth. It’s a world where football reigns supreme. A world where the sport is religion, its practitioners, deities in cleats. Coaches are revered, players are worshipped, and even the kit man gets treated like royalty. But there's one catch: none of it is familiar. The clubs, the players, the leagues, the competitions, and even the currency—they're all different. Alien. Like waking up in a dream where the rules are the same, but the language is foreign. As if that wasn’t enough, the body he’s now in? A youth coach with a laughable win record, a looming divorce, and a measly fifty thousand in the bank that his ex-wife is fighting tooth and nail to take. All of it. Just when the spiral seems inevitable, a monotone chime pierces the noise. [Initiating Golden Finger…] […45%… 75%… 100%] [System Integration Complete.] [Welcome, host. You are now bound to the Pro Manager System. Objective: Dominate the Football World. A new era begins] From washed-up has-been to chosen one of destiny, Eric Maddox is about to trade arthritis pills for tactical boards, and shuffleboard for Prestigious Cup glory. Because in this world, tactics are power. And on this touchline, he’s about to become a god. ================= Release Rate: 2-3 Chapters a day. Incentives (Below is subject to change): Power Stones Goals: 150PS-1 Extra Chapter. 300PS-2 Extra Chapters. 600PS -3 Extra Chapters. 1200PS - 4 Extra Chapters. Golden Ticket Goals: 80 Golden Tickets-1 Extra Chapter. 180 Golden Tickets -2 Extra Chapters. 330 Golden Tickets-3 Extra Chapters. 530 Golden Tickets- 4 Extra Chapters. 780 Golden Tickets - 5 Extra Chapters. Will only promise up to 5 chapters in a day, extra chapters will go into the next day. Special Incentives: 1. Top 30 GT: 4 extra chapters. 2. Hit T1 Win-win: Refill second tier. 3. Hit T2 Win-win: Refill entire highest tier.

The Sanguinarian Empire spans oceans, its banners soaked in stolen blood and broken promises. In the middle isles, resistance is annihilated beneath silver tipped boots,ancient powers stir-forgotten gods hungry for power, their shadows creeping through shattered kingdoms and whispered prayers In the land fractured by war, corruption, conquest, and faith twisted into chains, the people rise in desperate rebellion. Some seek justice. Others are hungry for vengeance. All are pawns in a game older than time. Where empires are built on bones and the divine -weave their schemes in fire and blood . The people are forced to obey in silence. Among them walks Lucian—Raised in the palace halls yet his true place a secret even from himself. He moves through a world of shifting loyalties and lies, haunted by the shadows of both mortal and divine. His fate was written in scars nobody else could see. when the fragile balance is destroyed, Lucian finds himself swallowed by a darkness older than the gods themselves. what he becomes in that silence will echo through the kingdoms—though no one yet knows his name. In the shadows of gods returned and empires crumbling, a new force awakens. A heart forged in Iron. And the fire that comes will spark a reckoning the gods forgot.

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

Jeffrey lived at the bottom of the social hierarchy—poor, orphaned, and born without a superpower. In a world ruled by prestigious heroes and inherited abilities, he was just an ordinary student, accepted into Star Knight Academy solely for his intelligence—not his strength. But in an elite school where power was everything, brains alone weren’t enough to survive. His days were filled with mockery and torment, especially from Liana Frostine—the academy’s shining star and the leader of a group of elite, future superheroes. Until one day, right before the midterm exams, everything changed. They tried to get rid of him... by pushing him into the street. They thought they had killed him. But they were wrong. --- ░▒▓【SYSTEM BOOTING...】▓▒░ ┏━━━[ERROR CORRECTION COMPLETE]━━━┓ │ USER: JEFFREY CAIN│ │ STATUS: Fatal Trauma Detected │ │ Awakening Protocol Initiated... │ ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ Skill Unlocked: [Chrono Lock - Time Freeze] Limiter Status: MORALITY — DISABLED Primary Targets Acquired: Female. Superpowered. Cruel. Directives: RETRIBUTION. OBSESSION. DOMINATION. --- Now, Jeffrey holds the power to freeze time. No one can run. No one can fight back. He can take revenge for everything—one by one. This isn't just vengeance. This is execution. And for every woman who ever laughed at him... Time is up.

The world of Wageah was vast. It was filled with ancient magic, fallen gods, legendary mages, and exciting adventures. Earthlings summoned there gained godlike power. Zeus, Odin, Count Dracula, the Monkey King. All of them were humans who returned from Wageah and became legends on Earth. But my class and I, who were summoned to Wageah? We were enslaved. We were used, discarded, and left to die. But fate gave me another chance. I woke up as a newborn on Earth with all my memories intact. And soon after… [Awakening Supreme God's Treasure: Shadow] [System Boot Successful] I gained strongest weapon in existence. [Shadow]. The treasure of the Supreme God. This time, I’ll grow stronger from the cradle. And when I return to Wageah— I won’t be a slave. I’ll be the shadow that devours the gods.

What’s the point of being reborn… if you come back in chains? Life in Kyoto was already unraveling. My dead-end job, my fading relationship—my girlfriend could barely look at me anymore. Maybe part of me knew the end was coming. Maybe part of me wanted it to. And then it did. "Oi, wake up," a voice growled, thick with contempt. I opened my eyes to darkness—and pain. Tabata Yori. That was my name. Once. Before the world twisted. Before death spat me out into something colder and crueler. "Ugh, another worthless soul," the voice sneered. Then came the boots. Each kick was a brutal reminder: I wasn’t in Kyoto anymore. I wasn’t anywhere safe. I’d fallen into a world ruled by shadows, where power is pain and obedience is survival. Why was I brought here? What do they want from me? I don’t know yet. But I do know this: If I’m going to suffer, someone’s going to bleed for it. disclaimer: Cover artwork isn't mine and is temporary until I get a paid work done. Schedule: Looking for daily and will do as many chapters as I can each day. Thanks for any support that is given.

In the dead of winter, beneath a bleak sky, a lone child flees through a vast, snow-covered forest, chased by men whose swords gleam with deadly intent. His breath is ragged, his steps faltering, but he doesn’t dare slow down. With every crunch of snow beneath armored boots drawing closer, the child knows he’s running out of time. When a single misstep sends him tumbling to the frozen ground, all seems lost. His pursuers close in, their blades raised, ready to strike. But something stirs in the shadows of the forest, something ancient, something watching. The chase may have ended, but the story is just beginning.

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

He’s got no rich dad. No flashy boots. No supporters in the crowd. But he’s got a dream. > Bend the ball like Son Heung-min. Pass like Kevin De Bruyne. Make the world remember Min Son. Born into a broken home. Raised in a neighborhood where hope fades faster than daylight. Min Son has only one weapon: his raw talent and a fire that never dies. From freezing mornings on an empty field to national youth tournaments crawling with scouts, fake birth certificates, and kids willing to do anything to win… > He won’t back down. He won’t give up. He’ll curl the ball into the top corner… even if it breaks him. But can a poor boy really survive in a world where money talks, politics decide, and even talent sometimes isn’t enough? > This is not just football. This is war. This is Min Son’s rise

A cursed CD game falls from the sky. I boot it up, build a ridiculously handsome villain with broken talents, and just as I hit “Start”—boom, I get electrocuted. Now I’ve reincarnated as Lucien Caelum Valebrandt, a six-year-old noble and the infamous villain who helped the Abyssians win the last war. Every 500 years, the Abyssian King is reborn. But when the 16 chosen heroes of this generation lost against the battle of the Abyssian King because of my character, the Goddess panicked—and rewound time. Now those same heroes remember everything… and they want me dead. Even though I just got here. All I wanted was to play a game. Now I’m the villain blamed for destroying the world.

Ethan Voss lived with a quiet regret that he never let go. Undone by tragedy, letting his dream slip away. Once a promising midfielder on the verge of breaking through, he faded into obscurity, trading boots and ambition for weekend matches and what-ifs on football scenarios. Until the impossible happened. Thrown back in time to his 18-year-old self in 2017, Ethan wakes up not only with a second chance—but with a mysterious Template System. In a world where raw talent isn't enough, where discipline, politics, ego, rivalries, and pressure complicate every move, Ethan must navigate the brutal road to professional football with one goal: no mistakes. Not this time. This isn't just a redemption story. It's the comeback of a lifetime.

“All I ever wanted was to play football — not for fame, not for glory — just to survive, to feel like I mattered. Is that too much to ask? Where I’m from, dreams don’t come easy. You fight for them. You bleed for them. And most times… you lose anyway. Everyone around me moved on. Found jobs. Gave up. But me? I only celebrate with my goals — because they’re the only proof I was ever here at all.” Wisdom Ezekiel has nothing but grit, a busted pair of boots, and a grandmother who still believes in him. He’s not the fastest, not the flashiest, and definitely not the favorite — but when the scouts finally show up to his forgotten corner of Nigeria, he’ll do whatever it takes to rise. Even if it means changing everything. Because in this world? Talent isn’t enough. You need ego. You need fire. You need to become something more. You need to become… Kai.

Content Warning: This novel contains graphic violence, psychological trauma, and intense sensual scenes that some readers may find disturbing. Please proceed with caution. Assurance: There is no NTR for the Mc *** "AHHH! NO—NO!! You bastard! YOU BASTARD, I'LL KILL YOU!" "I... I’LL KILLLLL YOUUUUU! AHHHHHH!" [ System Determining... ] “Huh?” [ Conditions Met. ] “What?” [ Congratulations, host! ] [ Timeline: DESTROYED! ] The world around me detonated in silence—not a sound, not a whisper. Just a bloom of light and then... nothing. As if reality had been erased by a careless brushstroke. "What the hell just happened?! Where’s Aria?!" [ Hello? Hello? Mic test—1... 2... 3... Hello~ Hello~! ] A voice. Echoing inside my skull like a half-forgotten dream. Smooth. Cheery. Wrong. “Who’s there?!” [ Am I audible now? Haha, great! Hello, Boss! This is... Hmm… You can call me... System. Yep! That’s what your kind called us back in your previous world—before Alkaryn, remember? ] “My... previous world? You know about that?” “Wait—System? Timeline? What does any of this mean?!” “Where is Aria?!” [ No worries, Boss! Chill, breathe, and stretch your soul a little. ] [ The old timeline? Gone. The new one? Just booting up! ] [ From this moment forward, you begin anew. A new man. A new path. A new system. ] [System Activated ] [ System Name: Cuckmaster 101 ] [ Ability: Gain power by cucking bad guys! ] [Works on good guys too. Not recommended. Strongly!] “…What.” [Now—Transmigrating back to the moment you were first brought to this world!] Tags: System | medieval | r18 | harem | weak to strong | reincarnation | transmigration | action | comedy | magic | villain

Lin all tired and weak, from the torture she had gone through for the past days, now tied to a pole right at the edge of the cliff, looked up to her killer who was standing some meters away, and asked faintly "Why do I have to be put through all this?" "Am just carrying out an assignment." the killer responded, with no sign of sympathy whatsoever. Lin stared at her killer, obviously the masked figure wasn't going to show her any form of mercy. Already tired of life and had given up, she asked her killer one last time. "You really think, my dad is going to let y'all go after am dead?". The killer gave an evil grin. "Seems you have so much confidence in your dad..." He said clicking his teeth, and after exhaling. "Your dad wants you dead sweetheart." He said bluntly, dropping the bombshell, leaving Lin in utter shock and confusion. "That can't be true." She whispered although she could hear the doubt in her own voice, as the tears flowed from her already weary eyes down to her cheeks. She really didn't want to believe this but something was starting to make sense to her..She had gone through a lot already "Just end this please." She said exhaling deeply, as she closed her eyes. She could hear the echo of the gunshot as she waited patiently the bullet to pierce for through her... Yet nothing came through, she couldn't feel any form of pain or sting... "Isn't it meant to hurt a little?.. Or is she dead already.." She thought, as she slowly opened her eyes... What she saw was overwhelming... Her killer was on the floor instead... She scanned around, and that's when she saw a young man coming towards her... As the person came closer, she started to notice, that the person was also having feminine characteristics.... Wait that was a lady, looking really masculine.... Clad in all black, high boots, and a neat cut... She was lost in the eyes of this stranger and hadn't noticed that the lady had started to untie her. "What's going on?" A very confused Lin whispered, "Just follow me." The lady replied as she loosened the last knots that held Lin to the pole. Already freed Lin tried to take a step but stumbled. The lady turned and gave a smirk. "You were quite strong at first." And before Lin could fathom what she said, she swept her off her feet. And whispered, "Am not letting you go this time."

The Last Crown of the East A Tale of Fire, Stone, and Sovereignty For forty days, the siege has thundered at the gates of Draventh — the last free city of the East. Above the black cliffs of the Aviedhien Ocean, Queen Lysmira stands defiant, heir to a bloodline that once bound gods. Her people starve. Her armies dwindle. But her will remains unbroken. Beyond the valley, Emperor Brudahas commands a host a million strong — the greatest army ever forged. Kingdoms have fallen beneath his boots. Rivers have been bent to his will. He comes not to burn Draventh, but to crown it. To finish the world he has conquered. What unfolds is not merely a siege, but a war of legacies — where surrender is not defeat, and conquest is not victory. Between a tyrant who seeks eternity and a queen who chooses memory, the battle becomes something greater: a reckoning. When gods no longer answer, when Dust itself becomes a weapon, only one truth remains: The crown must be taken… or buried with its last bearer.

**Gets Updated Every Wednesday & Saturday** Nate arrives in Blackridge with nothing but a duffel bag, a mysterious past, and fists that know their way around trouble. This isn't your typical "new kid in town" story-this is survival in a concrete jungle where the weak get eaten for breakfast and the strong learn to love the taste of violence. Lia runs her family's greasy spoon diner and clings to her principles like a life raft in a tsunami of corruption. In a city where doing the right thing is practically a death sentence, she's carved out her own little kingdom of defiance-one that comes with a price tag written in bruises and broken bones. She's never had time for love, relationships, or anything softer than steel-toed boots. Between juggling work, studies, and her daily dance with danger, romance seemed about as realistic as finding unicorns in the unemployment line. Her only dream? To escape this concrete prison and the ghosts that haunt every street corner. But then Nate crashed into her world like a wrecking ball with a sense of humor. When eight thugs corner her in an alley, most people would call the cops. But in Blackridge, the cops are probably placing bets on the outcome. That's when fate-or maybe just really bad timing-delivers her an unlikely savior who fights like poetry and jokes like therapy. Now everything is changing, and neither of them knows where the chaos will lead.

Martin, a 30-year-old corporate manager’s life was flatter than an ironing board. His sarcastic corporate dad jokes light up the office, but not his poor, old soul. One day, a former coworker and mentee of his told him to try out a new game that nobody had heard of. With nothing in his calendar other than visiting his old man in a retirement home, Martin decided, why not? He logged into the game and was immediately shooed away and called an old man. Fortunately, a god saw his PowerPoint-induced trauma and unshakable deadline discipline and gave him a magic IDE, one that he could use to copy, create, and edit magic spells on his own. Follow Martin’s journey as he abused his IDE to create magical tools, golems, and magical versions of modern weapons. Alongside bringing Kaizen and KPI to the medieval fantasy world.

Shujaa Mkubwa's Dying Sun Empire has overstayed its welcome by a century or two. In every corner of Ihlok Vartul's four continents, people are holding onto life, gods, and spirits as they try to avoid being crushed by the weight of industry, political corruption, and realpolitik. In this, the unremarkable Basic have it worst, skittering between the thundering boots of magic and blessing. Young Fortus Ngubane is just about ready to quit.

After being betrayed by her fiancé and cousin on her wedding day, Zara, reborn with memories of past mistakes, vows to rewrite her destiny. Impulsively, she marries a stranger to keep her ex at bay, not realizing Snow is far from a mere call boy. Snow Zephyr, a wealthy CEO and alpha of the Ivory Crescent Pack, needs a contract wife to appease his father and secure his position. When a bold, determined woman proposes a marriage of convenience, Snow agrees, unaware of the chaos she will bring into his life. Zara's defiant choice provokes her parents' fury, leading to her being cast from the company and forcing her to find work elsewhere. She lands a job at Aurora Conglomerate Inc., only to discover that her new boss is Snow, the very man she married—and her ex's uncle. Sparks fly as their mutual attraction grows amidst the darkness of his family's secrets and looming threats. Zara’s strength and independence captivate Snow, who begins to see her as the potential Luna his pack needs. Together, they face vengeful ex-lovers, kidnapping plots, and deadly rivalries. As Zara's powers awaken, she must confront the reasons behind her family's disownment, the hidden clauses in her marriage contract, and her ultimate role in Snow’s world. When their marriage of convenience deepens into a genuine partnership, a new challenge emerges in the form of a fated mate. Will Zara fight the dangers that await or embrace her true destiny? **EXCERPT** "I... didn't want to be late for work. You seemed busy, so I thought I'd get a head start." Snow raised an eyebrow. "Really? Or is it because last night affected you so much that you couldn't stand being around me?" "Don't flatter yourself, Snow. You didn't affect me at all." He smirked, stepping closer. "Is that so?" His fingers brushed my chin, tilting my face up. My pulse quickened. "We're at work," I snapped, swatting his hand away. "This isn't professional." "You're my wife," he murmured. "You're supposed to obey me at all times." I bit back a retort, a hint of rebellion flaring within. Slowly, I stepped closer, letting my fingers graze his chest. His smirk wavered for a second when his wolf reacted and Snow bit his lips. "Careful, Boss," I purred seductively. "Don't hurt those lips. I'm sure plenty of girls would love to kiss them." Snow leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "And you? Are you dying for a taste?" Caught off guard, I hesitated, then regained my composure as I looked him in the eyes. "Unlike other girls, I have strong resistance against—" I didn't get a chance to finish when Snow's lips crashed onto mine with a fierce kiss that left me breathless. *************** MATURE CONTENT Participating in the Viral Book Call Contest. Kindly Support Me!