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[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days

[Book’s First Volume is Complete] “There are chosen ones in this world, ones that are born with extremely-high luck and ridiculous talent, unlike us lowly ones who can only wait to grow old and die.” Just like those popular stories he had read online, in this brand-new world where people pursue immortality, Shenshah thought that he too was someone destined to be great. Sadly, years have passed since he transmigrated yet he is still an average person struggling to find his place. Just when Shenshah was about to completely give up on his goals, a strange voice interrupted his thoughts… [Create Family and Earn Rewards System Activated…] “What?” -Never in his wildest dreams did he expected that bringing a wife home would change his fate! ……… Don’t worry as there’s [NO NTR] [NO Yuri] as author strongly disdains such genre. …….. Additional tags- (Lesbian/yuri girl turned straight by mc) (No dense mc) (no hidden pretending to be a big shot) (No Filler chapters) (crisp to the point plot) (No useless mysterious backgrounds) (no beta mc) (Tsundere) (yandere) (Human-non human relationship) (harem) (comedy) (smart and observant mc) (netori) (blackmail) (bloodshed) (Obsessive lovers) (marriage) (pregnancies) (Wholesome love) (elves/werewolves/vampires/dwarves/demons) (regret?) **Cover as well as character Ai images are made and edited by me using Fotor Pro Ai app. To join the author invite only discord server please add me on discord -c2#8780. ——-x——-x—— **English used is mostly Uk/British version.

Thong was but an ordinary young man, dwelling in a remote and rustic village far removed from the bustling cities of the world. His father, the man he cherished above all, had always been the guiding light in his life. Though their bond was unbreakable, his father was plagued by a relentless illness that slowly drained the vitality from his body. Day by day, the malady gnawed away at him until, at last, the inevitable came—his father succumbed to its grip. In the wake of his father’s passing, the family’s modest inheritance was cruelly seized by his elder sister, a woman of great power and renown in the nation. She was a prominent figure in the realms of business and influence, her name commanding respect and fear alike. Yet, her heart harbored no love for their father. She took for herself everything their father had intended to share between his children, leaving Thong with nothing but despair. Wrath burned within him, fierce and unrelenting. In the depths of his anguish, he resolved upon an act most unthinkable. Ignoring the weight of law and morality, Thong took his sister’s life. He struck her down amidst her lavish comforts, her husband falling to his blade as well. The joyous life she had built crumbled in an instant, ended by her own brother’s hand. With his deed done, Thong fled to the humble village of his birth, retreating to the small hut where he had grown up. There, he waited in silence, awaiting the retribution that he knew would come. Those he had slain were figures of immense power; he was certain their allies would hunt him down without mercy. Thong sat within the confines of his hut, his heart heavy yet calm. He closed his eyes, resigned to his fate, but as moments passed, something unfathomable occurred. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a place entirely unfamiliar. The decrepit hut he had known was gone, replaced by a dwelling of intricate craftsmanship and resplendent beauty. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and the faint hum of spiritual energy. Surrounding him was a mountain peak cloaked in thick mist, the heavens above painted with a brilliance he had never seen. His body felt different—stronger, lighter, brimming with an unearthly vitality. Slowly, he came to realize the truth: he was no longer in his own world. Somehow, he had crossed into another realm, one that bore a striking resemblance to the fantastical cultivation tales he had once devoured with fervor. Thong stood there, staring into the endless sky, his heart pounding with both fear and awe. This was a world of immortals, of boundless power and untold possibilities. His journey, it seemed, was only just beginning.

Gods exist. Every single one of the known gods of earth and trillions of other gods. They all reside in the divine realm from where they control their followers and gather faith to increase their strength. Though they do exist, they do not care about the joy or suffering of the people on Earth. They only care about their personal power. On one particular day, where all the citizens of earth suddenly vanished into thin air, another 8 Billion gods suddenly appeared inside of the divine realm. Through a whim of Fate, all the humans of earth have joined the ranks of the other gods as well as their fight for dominion and strength. Armed with just their starting species that defines their future as well as a handicap that comes in the form of their lacking knowledge. They need to do their best to get stronger or else they might die in the battle for dominion. Among those humans are Ezequiel and his sister Marie. Two orphans who experienced a shitty life on Earth now have the chance for a completely new start. Will they finally reach the top and turn their life around? Ezequiel will do everything to never be at the bottom again. Even if it means fighting against the entire universe, no matter if his opponent is a god or mortal. Things you can expect: - Unique Power System and World Background - Relatively fast pacing - Overpowered but still cautious Mc - A lot of fighting * * * * * I will try to update thrice a week.

In a marriage of convenience, Nathan, after a night of drinking, has an affair with Ava, leading to her ectopic pregnancy. Before the surgery, Ava calls Nathan, who is preoccupied with his mistress and neglects Ava, even going as far as to accuse her of having an affair and carrying another man's child after the surgery... As their one-year contractual marriage comes to an end, Nathan realizes his feelings for Ava. But Ava is not willing to play along anymore! Excerpt： "I am Nathan Ford's girlfriend, loved by him, as everyone knows. And you... you're just a title holder, soon to be thrown out. By then, you'll lose all your dignity... no, you've already lost it. I bet your deceased mother would turn in her grave if she knew what you've become." Hearing Iris Hart's sharp and biting words, Ava Sterling initially didn't want to stoop to her level. However, the mention of her late mother crossed a line. A crisp slap echoed before Iris Hart could even react, leaving five bright red marks on her face. "Ah—Ava Sterling—you lowlife, how dare you hit me..." Iris Hart realized she had been slapped and reached out to retaliate, but Ava Sterling was prepared and caught her hand easily. "Listen, Iris Hart, if I'm the joke, what does that make you? You're also a joke. At least I'm Nathan Ford's wife by law! You! Iris Hart, are nothing but a mistress scorned by everyone. Every wealthy man may stray, but a hotel is just a hotel, and home is home. There can be many dishes, but there's only one bowl of rice."

Su Nian traveled through the book and became the vicious wife of the second male lead in the novel “Bitch Mary” Faced with a net worth of hundreds of billions, he wakes up in an 800-square-meter villa every day, surrounded by countless servants, but has no love in his life. Su Nian, who had traveled through time, immediately kowtowed three times to God. From then on, he lived a “miserable” life for the original owner. It’s just that the genius cub he accidentally raised killed the original heroine and heroine. Just when Su Nian thought he was going to live a “miserable” life like this, he was suddenly reborn back to the starting point. The heroine White Lotus looked pitiful. Su Nian sighed, it’s okay, as long as Zazai is born again, he can win again. Then in order to give birth to a genius cub, she began to try her best to please her cheap husband. But Su Nian never dreamed that her cheap husband Li Beichen could actually read minds. When she put Zaizai in her arms, she realized something was wrong. Why didn’t something happen to her cheap husband who died long ago in her previous life? ? * When Li Beichen fell ill, Su Nianyi took care of him without hesitation. Before Li Beichen had time to be moved, he heard Su Nian’s heartfelt words [Oh, Li Beicheng is a big unjust licker, I just told the heroine that his disease was contagious, and the heroine ran away] When Su Nian made a long declaration of love in front of the heroine and moved everyone around him Li Beichen heard Su Nian’s voice: “How long will it take to finish this plot? Don’t delay my time to go to 857!” 】 When Su Nian and the heroine cried together What Li Beichen heard was “Fortunately, I painted my eyes with onions before coming here. Who can cry with me?” I’ll kill you! 】 Li Beichen:…… It's not my own

A loud crisp from the pages where flipped and echoed in the room. Some were slow as bore fingers forced to change chapters and some were hurry as if getting the concepts in race. It was a well lit room filled with books and the scent of old and new meet an agreement. Only bookworms knew. There is only one person knew that deep in the lined shelves and circulation there is a confession that needs to be expressed. The only person knew is me.

Love exist in many form almost in all relationship. There are love as sweet as honey, as bitter as kale, as sour as pickled lemon, as salty as salt. There are love as deadly as a black hole, with no future. There are love as passionate as fire unable to be extinguish. People always have different meaning and understanding of love. Some people say, “love is when you build up each other.” Some people say, “love is when I press myself into your back at night and feel our future.” Some people say, “love is comfort in uncomfortable places.” Some people say, “love feels like coming home.” Some people say, “love is when someone starts to take up space in your mind.” Yet, none of them could really describe what love is. Love exist and yet it meaning remain unsolved. While it is simple in word, however it is complex in action. Love make a person happy, sad, and mad at the same time. The obsession, the burning and mixed emotion that one felt when they are in love will always remain a mystery. How do you fall in love? How do you fall out of love? Aretha, the fruit of love between her mother and her father, blessed by the Angel of Death, grew up among the dark reality of the world. The love she has to go through filled with thorn, walking the long path away from happiness. Yet she earn for a love as warm as sun. The same love she used to feel with the family she love. “Ella, I know how badly I had hurt you, but I love you so much to let you go. I rather die than to be apart from you.” “Then you should just die.” “Aretha, anything you want, I will give it to you. I shall grant your wish however you pleased. If it the world that you want, I will bring the world to your feet.” “I don’t need it.” “Aretha, do you really have to leave? Can’t you stay, here, with me?” “There are people I need to protect.” ................................................................................................

things I wrote while thinking about my little onion

...something felt off. Despite the warmth of the celebration and the thoughtfulness of my friends, a strange unease settled over me. The journal in my hands, while beautiful and personal, felt like a key to something deeper. A weighty reminder that even with all the laughter and joy, there were layers beneath my ordinary life that I had yet to uncover. I opened the journal and flipped through the blank pages, wondering what I could possibly fill it with. As I reached the last page, a folded piece of paper slipped out. It was crisp and unfamiliar, not something I would have expected in a brand-new journal. Curiosity piqued, I unfolded it carefully. The note was handwritten in neat, flowing script: _"Your life is about to change. The key is within you, but you must remember who you are first. Happy birthday, Eli. You are more important than you think."_ A chill ran down my spine as I stared at the words. Who could have written this? How did they know I’d get this journal? The sense of unease that had been gnawing at me all day surged forward, wrapping around my chest like a vice. Suddenly, the classroom door creaked open, and I looked up, startled. Standing in the doorway was a figure I didn't recognize—small and frail, with long, dark hair cascading down her back. Her eyes, large and sorrowful, locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. For a moment, the world seemed to still. The air around me grew heavy, and the soft light filtering through the windows dimmed as though a shadow had fallen over the room. Her presence was haunting, almost otherworldly, as if she didn’t belong here—or maybe, as if she belonged more than anyone else. She took a step forward, her lips parting as if to speak. And when she finally did, her voice was barely more than a whisper, but it echoed in my mind with the force of a revelation: _"I'm sorry."_ With that, the room seemed to warp, reality blurring at the edges. Darkness crept in from the corners of my vision, swallowing the confetti, the balloons, the remnants of the party—until all that was left was the girl, the journal, and the strange, foreboding feeling that my ordinary life was about to be shattered forever. And then, everything went black. --- This is how it began: on what should have been a simple, forgettable birthday, I found myself thrust into a mystery far greater than anything I could have imagined. The note in the journal was just the first clue—a breadcrumb leading me toward something I could never have expected. Whatever this was, whoever this girl was, one thing was certain: my world had shifted, and there was no turning back. I was Eli, and my story was just beginning.

**Introduction:** In a small apartment cluttered with gaming consoles, empty soda cans, and half-read fantasy novels, John Mercer spent his days lost in the virtual worlds that offered a refuge from his bleak reality. A once-passionate gamer, John's enthusiasm had waned, replaced by a numbing routine and a growing sense of despair. His favorite escape was "The Lord of the Rings," a world of epic battles and heroic quests that seemed infinitely more vibrant than his own. John had always dreamed of living in Middle Earth, where he could wield a sword, cast spells, and stand against the forces of darkness. The world of Tolkien was his sanctuary, a place where he could imagine himself as a hero rather than a faceless player in an endless grind of online games. But those were just fantasies, fleeting moments of solace that dissipated as soon as he logged off and returned to the harsh light of day. One fateful night, after hours of playing yet another repetitive dungeon crawl, John fell asleep with "The Lord of the Rings" open beside him. He dreamed of vast forests, ancient cities, and a sky filled with stars. But this dream was different. It felt vivid, almost tangible, as if he could reach out and touch the trees, hear the rustle of leaves, and feel the weight of a sword at his side. When John awoke, he found himself in a place that was both familiar and utterly foreign. The air was crisp and filled with the scent of pine and earth. He was in a forest, unlike any he had seen in his world—tall, majestic trees that seemed to touch the sky, their leaves whispering secrets in the breeze. Confusion gave way to awe as he realized where he was: Middle Earth, the land of his dreams. Before he could fully grasp his situation, a glowing interface appeared before his eyes, reminiscent of the games he used to play. It displayed a series of stats, skills, and quests, transforming his existence into a game-like system. John's heart raced as he read the words that would change his life forever: **Welcome, John Mercer. You have been chosen.** **Current Location: Middle Earth - Lórien Forest** **Objective: Discover your purpose in this world.** The system was intuitive, responding to his thoughts and guiding him through his first steps in this new reality. It granted him basic abilities, increasing his strength, agility, and perception to levels beyond anything he had known. He could see his stats, skills, and inventory, just as he had in countless games before. But this was no game—it was real. As John explored his surroundings, he encountered the beautiful and enigmatic Lady Galadriel and the wise Lord Celeborn, rulers of Lothlórien. They welcomed him with a mixture of curiosity and caution, sensing the unusual nature of his arrival. John chose to keep the truth of his origins a secret, knowing that his knowledge of their world could be both a blessing and a curse. In the days that followed, John trained tirelessly, learning to harness the power of the Heart of Lórien, a mystical artifact that pulsed with a radiant energy. He discovered that his game-like system could interface with the Heart, amplifying his abilities and granting him access to powerful magic. Each quest he completed, each skill he mastered, brought him closer to understanding his role in this world. But Middle Earth was not the idyllic paradise he had imagined. Dark forces were stirring, shadows that threatened to engulf the light. John soon found himself at the forefront of a looming war, tasked with defending Lórien from the encroaching darkness. With every battle, he grew stronger, his resolve hardening as he faced the reality of his new life. As the shadow of war loomed larger, John knew that his journey was only beginning. He would need to forge alliances, uncover ancient secrets, and confront the darkness that sought to consume Middle Earth. With the power of the Heart of Lórien and the strength of his allies, he would stand against the shadows and fight for

The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy of ancient trees that bordered the small town of Riversend, casting dappled shadows across the cobblestone streets. The air was cool and crisp, filled with the sounds of chirping birds and the gentle murmur of the nearby river. Riversend was a quaint settlement nestled on the edge of the enchanted forest of Sylvanor, known for its serene beauty and its vibrant market that thrived each morning. In the heart of the town, the aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling sausages wafted from the bustling marketplace. Vendors called out their wares, and townsfolk moved about with a relaxed ease, their conversations blending into a harmonious hum of everyday life. Amidst this picturesque scene, a figure moved with an unusual blend of nonchalance and purpose. read to find out more

Donovan Carver tugged at the collar of his crisp, white linen shirt as he surveyed the scene before him. Anchored just off the coast, his friend Encore's lavish yacht was the epitome of opulence - a floating palace complete with a full bar, dance floor, and more beautiful women than one man could possibly hope to entertain. As the CEO of a multi-billion dollar tech empire, Donovan was no stranger to such extravagant affairs. But tonight, his mind was not on business deals or his criminal exploits as the head of the most powerful crime syndicate on the East Coast. No, his attention was solely focused on the vision of the woman who had just emerged from below deck. She was unlike any woman he had ever encountered - tall, with skin the color of rich mahogany and eyes that burned with an intensity that made his pulse quicken. Her thick, dark curls tumbled over her shoulders and her full lips were painted a deep crimson. There was a fire in her, a spiritedness that called to him in a way he couldn't quite explain. Donovan felt a primal stirring within him as he watched her scan the room, her gaze settling on him for the briefest of moments before moving on. There was a fire in her, a spiritedness that called to him. He had to know her, had to possess her. With a casual nod to his right-hand man, Donovan downed the last of his scotch and set off to make his move. No one denied Donovan Carver what he wanted - and he wanted this woman, body Anne soul

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market. On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

Magnus Valorion crossed into an ancient empire. As a time traveler, he didn’t accomplish anything too extraordinary. He simply ensured that laborers could drink white rice porridge and eat pickled vegetables every day, and that soldiers could enjoy fried chicken and hamburgers. Along the way, he expanded the territory and even captured the invading Khan of the Altai Tribe. Despite these achievements, Magnus never imagined that his subordinates were secretly planning something big as the autumn winds began to cool...

[Warning Mature content R18] "Please, you have to help me!" "Calm down Miss Malhotra, we'll do everything we can to keep you safe." Said the officer. Suddenly gun shots were fired from below the ground and my heart raced seeing Henry Verrono the guy with insane pyro powers enter the precinct that I was locked up in. . . . Kiana Malhotra is in a bit of a pickle. After moving in with her new guardian aunt Bella due to the passing of her mother, Kiana adjusts to her new life at the Verrono estate. After attending a new prestigious school and making some friends, Kiana seems to be adjusting well to her new life. However, when she accidentally exposes her powers to her science teacher things get ugly when he turns out to stalk her and demand to know what she really is. Kiana is not an ordinary human, and only Bella knows this. It's not long before when the other secret dragons whom have been sworn not to expose their flaming secret find out the real truth about her. After Kiana saves Henry's life, he is hell bent on making her his. Atlas, Jason his adoptive brother won't allow it since he's her boyfriend. Kiana can't deny that there is chemistry between Henry and her, but she keeps on evading him especially since he's got a girlfriend. For many reasons unknown, Henry can't dump is girlfriend and still pursues Kiana. However after she finds out their deadly flaming secret, she decides to flee at all cost. She doesn't want to stick around after she finds out, that they kill any witness left alive. R18/DRAGONS/SECRETS/ENEMIESTOLOVERS/WEAKTOSTRONG/SURVIVAL/KIDNAP/FATEDMATE/THRILLER/ROMANCE/

I have killed and I will kill again muttered Quinn Chester Likham as he felt heavy with the burden of his his grandfather's crusade, Quinn cursed his very exitence wondering what brought about the abomination called his family, Quinn drowned in thoughts but one thing was sure his resolute in his purpose. As he gazed up at the moon, its light illuminating around him he sat on the crow tower , he could not help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. Though his path was difficult and uncertain, he knew he must walk it, for the sake of those who had been wronged by his family's actions. He took a deep breath, Quinn knew he was fated to battle the court of deablous and even the seven kings of hell to make good of Barzzel's mis deeds ,the crisp night air filling his lungs. He had a long road ahead of him, but he was determined to see it through to the end even at the cost of his own life.

1. Everyone knows that the most powerful alpha in the werewolf world is Harrison. There are many legends about him. One of the most mysterious things is that he never announced his Luna. For six years, he hadn't talked about his mate, and no woman could get near him. 2. Six years later, Kayla. returned to the city where she lived. In one encounter, Harrison, with red eyes and a hoarse voice, pressed her against the wall and said, “Do you think your tears still work for me?” Kayla looked down and did not speak. Suddenly a crisp child's voice sounded. “Mommy, what are you doing here?” Looking at the little girl, his pupils constricted. “Is this your daughter?” He asked. 3. “So you broke up with the father? He got you and dumped you and your daughter?” Harrison threw his cigar into the ashtray, the corners of his mouth twitching with anger. “Tell me who the father is and I'll make him pay.” Kayla looked at the man she had missed for six years. She didn't know how to tell her that he was the father.

The twilight of the medieval era has not yet faded, and the best of times has already arrived. The protagonist travels to Edward VI of the Tudor dynasty in sixteenth-century England, centralizes power, rebuilds the Parliament, and establishes the United Kingdom of Great Britain, taking you through the strongest monarchy in British history, the dawn before the sunrise of the British Empire.

You can't love us... You can't leave us... The hand gently yet tighten on his wrist and their breath pickling on each other skin. Welcome to my world... OF. THE FALLING LOVE.

There is no eternal friendship... only eternal benefits. Ashvale Oberius Navarin is the heir to one of the most prestigious noble families, a crime family in the drug business to be exact and a young chemistry professor. All of his students admire him. In their entire life, they have never seen a person more kind, friendly, and innocent than him. He has a special aura to him that makes one instantly smitten or want to protect him. An angel of a person is supposed to be the heir to one of the evilest crime families, it's almost unreal. Soon everything turns topsy-turvy as the entire human population transmigrates into a fantasy world. In this unknown and mysterious world where humans rank the lowest in the species hierarchy, Ashvale must find his place in the new society. A society, that contains peculiar powers that were only thought to exist in fiction such as Magic and a group of beings called Sponsors. With the introduction of these peculiar powers, there is chaos among humans, their entire community has fallen apart with no distinction between the poor, rich, noble, and the middle. Everyone is greedy for the top spot, the peak of the mountain where the air is crisp. In such a reality, Ashvale Oberius Navarin, the noble heir to the house of Navarin was fated to cease existing. However... Ashvale was still alive and that too healthy and even kinder than before. All that knew Ashvale had question marks in their mind. The 25-year-old had completely exceeded their expectations, frankly speaking... It was a miracle. Or.... was it? People believe what they want to believe, not what they hear, not what they see. Can a naive idiot really survive in such a dangerous world? Is Ashvale Oberius Navarin... really the person people believe him to be? Questions... questions...questions. Why would anyone want a dangerous enemy?.. When one can have a caring friend or a harmless fool capable to be the butt of their jokes. In this fantasy world where mythical creatures, elves, and dragons exist...the line between illusion and reality is a tightrope and to cross it... a great leap of faith is needed.

With Pepper Hart, you can count on two things - She always get want she wants and you will most definitely cry yourself to sleep after encountering her. Her life is perfect. She got class. She was fun. She is the boss…Kind of. After draining her life savings to buy a beautiful house at the right side of town with hopes of a promotion, Pepper was passed over. Now she has two missions, making the man that got her promotion cry as often as humanly possible and getting the perfect roommate. Except her grandparents were board certified crazy and are going out of their way to set her up with a man...or woman, If Gigi and Gramps can find a hermaphrodite they would set Pepper up with them. Now, Gramps is dying and all he wants is a son in law and Pepper has to pull a one in a lifetime miracle…find the perfect man. But the perfect man wasn't Pepper's dream; all she wanted was the perfect roommate. But after her best friend jokingly suggests she enters in a contract marriage with her roommate in exchange for a reduced rent. Pepper hart jumped on the offer. It was the perfect solution except there was a teeny weenie problem. Pepper Hart forced the wrong person into marrying her and now he wants a real marriage. Can Asher tame the wild beast or will Pepper burn him to crisp? *************** "Asher!" "Honey… I am home" The man Pepper got married to earlier said with a big old smile. Pepper screamed louder. Asher watched the woman in front of him and he watched his wristwatch. Great! It's been two minutes and her mouth was still open and his eardrum was about to be damaged. He grabbed her shoulders and he rubbed his hand in a parallel motion on them. "Stop. Screaming!" He begged her but Pepper just kept on screaming. Taking a deep breath, Asher pressed his mouth into hers to shut her up. It was night and people might call the cops if she kept yelling like she just saw a cockroach in her oatmeal. Pepper’s eyes were wide open as the shock of being kissed without permission went through her. She simply stomped Asher's foot as hard as he could and he stopped kissing her. "Ouch! That really hurts" Asher complained while he hopped on one foot. "You don't kiss me without prior permission, pervert or touch me or breathe. In fact right this moment, you should minimize how much air you take in, in my expensive apartment" Pepper waved her hand as she talked. "God! You must have been a general in the army in your past life. That or you were Cinderella's stepmom" Asher finally stopped hopping. "What are you doing here?" Pepper asked him. "Yeah! I think we got married...for real" Asher whispered to her like it was a secret he was trying to keep from getting out. "I know I was there" Pepper yelled like she was disgusted. Asher waited about two seconds for her to feel whatever she was feeling before he made his proposition. "I want an annulment, darling wife. Staying married to you will reduce my lifespan considerably" Asher had a straight face and he nodded like it made perfect sense. Pepper clasped her hand together as she thought of a solution to their dilemma. "Annulment...no, I can't give you that until Angel Michael let's my Gramps into heaven. Apparently, he is unfulfilled and…" pepper was interrupted by Asher. "Wait! Gramps is still alive?" Asher asked her. Cover is not mine. Credit goes to the rightful owner and if the owner wants me to take it down, just say the word.

Su Chen, a doctor from a mountain village, treated a patient and was rewarded with a stunning wife! He hit the jackpot with this one!

A handsome, young college student reads a webnovel his friends recommended him to read. After completing it, he goes to sleep. But when he wakes up... he finds himself in a bit of a pickle. And by that, I mean, a reality-bending, butt-clenching, heart-wrenching problem. Follow the story of Samuel Francis, an extra character that the original novel never mentioned as he steals opportunities from future villains to strengthen himself and ensure survival. But, will he ever be able to return back to Earth, to his family and friends? A few points to note before you read: 1) The main character(the reader who gets transmigrated) is a GRAVITY MAGE. Meaning, he can manipulate gravity and attack opponents with it. (That's why the name, The Extra's Weight) 2) He can also use one other type of magic, called 'Energy Magic', which is basically null-magic, or non-elemental magic. 3) This novel DOESN'T have a sentient system. Actually, the system very rarely even makes an appearance. 4) NO HAREM. 5) Actual, slow-burn romance. 6) Main Character isn't some emo villain who uses people and avoids social contact. 7) If you don't like things like entire chapters dedicated to grinding materials or rare artefacts and talismans, you won't enjoy this novel. But if you do, you'll love it. 8) There's a lot of info dump in the first few chapters. And there will be more later on. This novel is inspired by 'Novel's Extra' and 'Author's POV'. But keep in mind, the story of this novel is nothing like the two of them.

Crisp air, unfamiliar sky, and three sleeping silhouettes mar the scene. Far, far away from Earth, three best friends confusedly wake up in an unfamiliar world. They must venture on a long and arduous journey, experience world-shattering phenomena and face unimaginable challenges, if they ever wish to return back to Earth. In the new world filled with mysteries, the key to exploring the unknown lies in one's strength. Little do they know, they were not alone in this enigmatic world. [Ding] ---------------------------------------------- 4-5 Chapters a week!~

It all started because of that game. It was an erotic game, really. In it, a massive apocalypse happened, filled with monster girls to the brim. And what do these monster girls want? To suck you up dry, of course! Now, usually in these games, you get sucked up, get a quick session with your pickle, and that's it. But, this game was different. In it, you can choose what to do with the monster after you defeated it. Either you can spare it, or kill it. It was such an interesting concept for me. I decided to go with a neutral route, where I sometimes spare sometimes kill, if you spare you don't get the xp, so it was a bit hard, so I did some killing here and there. I can always replay the game after finishing It, after all. But before I got to the ending, the save file somehow got corrupted. After a couple of moments of lament, I decided to try again, and save multiple times this time, but I decided to try a full-on full mercy run. Keep it between us, or call me a wimp, but I felt a tang of sadness when I killed those monsters. It felt odd, the voice they made, I mean. When they died, I could literally hear the voice in my head despite me not wearing headphones. That's why I decided to do a mercy run. But when I tried to boot up the game, the screen suddenly shone bright, almost blinding me. And now, here I am. Stranded in this god-forsaken place, filled with monsters that can suck me up, both my treasure and my literal soul. ----- Buy me a cup of coffee!: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/CaliburnGx2 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/CaliburnG2 I appreciate any kind of support whatsoever! Every 4-dollar donation will lead to an extra chapter on that day, or the day after if I'm busy.

The hermit Ryder Quin never thought that one day, her crush of three years now, the very handsome Aiden Caley, would suddenly want to be her friend. What's more, a stranger broke into her backyard one night, his face hidden underneath a hood, and ever since then he would show up at night and leave before midnight. The quite and uninteresting life of hers, unexpectedly was thrown into chaos. Having an introverted personality, Ryder struggles to keep up with the very energetic Aiden. However, because of the lack of her social skills, all of Aiden's flirty remarks and hints miss the mark, leading to Ryder accidentally friendzoning her crush, all while trying to figure out who the stranger that meets her every night is. With the mystery of the stranger's identity and the awkward moments spent with Aiden pickling her mind and heart, Ryder realizes that she has been dragged into a whirl of feelings she has never experienced before.

Seven realms. Seven races. Seven champions. But only one will prevail. ** Volume 1 ** Kyra Burkhardt, a fairy who was abused by her own father, the Fairy King. In the midst of disasters, she attempts to escape with her mother and live quietly in the mortal realm. But she failed. Facing her father's wrath, her mother rushes in to save her. Watching her mother die, her heart was pierced with uncontrollable fury. She raised her sword against him but she died in his hands. By some miracle, a voice called out to her. Reviving her from the door's death. And yet, what she saw when she came back is a desolate hometown burned and crushed into crisp. Bodies of fairies were scattered in the streets, some were hung in the World Tree. Others were hung on display at the Elven Croft Palace. And one of them is her father. Then the voice speaks to her again, "Do you want to get revenge on the mortals who massacred your race?" Her body is shaking from the anger that eats away her mind. When she heard mortals, her body shivers uncontrollably. "They did this?" "Yes," "Where can I find them?" "Come to the Tower of Erase." _____________________________________________ A big shout out to Izen Dale who created this cover for me. Seriously, she created most of my book covers and it was so good ^^ just see the blend of colors, so amazing!

Max was your average guy eat crisps,eat cake, and loved watching tv. He wakes up one fine morning, to his world changing over night given a game like system, he will make the best of what he's got mostly insanity at least that's what the system gives him for being himself.  Ok first story guys sorry if anything is wrong with it tell me and also I'm mainly doing this for my own amusement. i dont own the gamer i do own my charecter and ideas

In a time of myths and magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rested on the shoulders of a young girl who longed for nothing but to find true love. Time-travelling across centuries would be her unwilling and unprepared journey into the unknown for a destiny she never knew was already meant to happen. Will her dazzling desire for love and a twist of passion for self-discovery and heroism become the winning mix for this lone time-traveler? **** Matilda woke up with a pounding headache. She looked around and found herself in a place that looked like a stone bridge. Where am I? She wondered. Where is this place? It looks strange. The dress Matilda was putting on looked strange to her. She looked down at it. It was green, with a cinched waistline, and it billowed out till it reached her ankles. It had lace trimmings on the sleeves and the hem. Even the footwear looked out of place. It was a flat sandal with ropes that were almost up to her knees. Is this a costume? Who is playing pranks on me? She thought. She tried to stand up, but she could not. Her whole body ached. “Who is here? I need help!” She cried out, but there was no answer. Matilda tried to remember how she had gotten here, and the memories came flooding back.