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Isaiah Angelo thought he was just another college bartender living paycheck to paycheck. Then demons attacked his nightclub, twenty-seven people died, and he walked away without a scratch. Now he's tied to a chair, being interrogated by a pink-haired professor with impossible eyes who claims he's half-incubus. The necklace he's worn since infancy? A suppression device hiding his true nature. The strange attraction people feel toward him? Demonic influence bleeding through. The government death squad hunting him? Just another Tuesday in the supernatural world he never knew existed. At New Pacifica College, Isaiah must learn to control powers that could either save him or damn everyone around him. But when your nature is to seduce and feed on others, how do you form genuine connections? When every touch risks addiction, how do you find love? Some hungers can't be satisfied. Some powers can't be contained. And some rules about consent become very complicated when your blood calls to every supernatural being within miles.

Emric Vale has a problem. Three, actually. There’s the present him— outclassed, and somehow surviving a semi-military academy designed to stabilize Earth’s fractured reality and uncover the truth behind its cataclysm. There’s the future him— half-lucid and strapped to a chair in a room that smells like regret, trying to remember why he’s so important. And then there’s the past him— who may or may not have done something catastrophic in another life. Surrounded by Elite soldiers, mind blowing ability users, and a school ranking system that doles out merits based on life risking missions. Emric’s best weapon isn’t a plasma rifle—it’s his brain. (Though the rifle definitely helps.) With reality bending, alliances shifting, and ancient secrets bleeding through the cracks of Earth’s fractured history, Emric isn’t just trying to climb ranks— He’s unknowingly paving the road to something no one’s done before—building a system of his own. No divine calling, No prophecy. Just one sarcastic strategist, a few good friends, and a future that keeps piecing the past together.

Son of a bitch! I just finished this godawful fantasy novel, and now I'm knee-deep in it – as David, the disgraced son of the Solarian Empire's top general! Talk about some twisted cosmic joke. But hold on a damn minute... maybe this isn't all bad. Armed with the knowledge of that trashy plot, I can become the ultimate shadow player, an overlord perhaps. Screw the damsel-in-distress harem too – it's time to pull the strings and become the real power behind the throne. This isekai might be a steaming pile, but I'm rewriting the ending with a little more... Debauchery (wink wink). [Warning: Mature content R-18 ] My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre. Gifts: Massage Chair: unlocks 1 bonus chapter. Luxury Car: Unlocks 2 bonus chapters. Dragon: Unlocks 3 bonus chapter. Magic Castle: Unlocks 5 bonus chapters within a week! Space Craft: Unlocks 10 bonus chapters within a week! Golden Gachapon: Unlocks 15 bonus chapters within a week! Reviews: let's get to 30 reviews soon: unlocks 3 bonus chapters! (7/30) The number within the brackets at the end represents the number of reviews and how many left to unlock bonus chapters! Show some love and happy reading ლ(◉‿◉ ლ)

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama • A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. • Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her worn leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Disclaimer: Cover mine, kindly do not use or replicate. Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

WARNING: This story contains intense emotions, brutal betrayals, slow-burn obsession, and a female lead who doesn't know how to stay dead. Proceed with caution... and snacks. SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE: screaming at your screen, falling for fictional men, and yelling “JUST KISS ALREADY.”...Get ready for this neverending rollercoaster of excitement!!! She was known as Qin mu, the organization’s deadliest sword. Feared and ruthless, everything dead or alive shuddered at the mention of her name. Until one night, they turned on her. Framed by the people she trusted, she was labeled as a traitor and was electrocuted to death on an electric chair. Qin mu awakens in the body of Shen mu, an ordinary girl who was relentlessly bullied… and who looks exactly like her. With a strange centipede-long scar now marking her face and fragments of her past creeping in, Qin mu begins to piece together the truth behind the betrayal that shattered her world. Then she meets Huo yunxiao , the cold, enigmatic young master of the powerful Huo family. His gaze unsettles her and His presence stirs something deeper. But as vengeance calls and shadows whisper secrets long buried, she must make a choice. Will her thirst for revenge and the mystery of her past destroy the chance at the love she never knew she needed? Or will she place her aching heart in the hands of this god-like man and the promise of a peaceful future?

"A marriage contract determines fate for a lifetime. As the once well-to-do Sang Wan marries into the wealthiest Shi family of Qingzhou, she faces a suspicious and difficult mother-in-law, a husband who cherishes his childhood sweetheart instead, a harsh eldest sister-in-law, and a cunning younger sister-in-law. The diffident Sang Wan retreats and concedes until she ultimately meets a tragic and desolate end, dying alone in a secluded corner of the Shi Mansion. Reborn in the sedan chair on her wedding day, where should she go? At the starting point of tragedy, with a chance to start anew, can she change her tragic fate and create a life filled with harmonious melodies for herself? In this life, she only desires a leisurely and peaceful existence, to truly live for once."

Ever since the Tower of Genesis appeared twenty years ago, kids dreamed of becoming Hunters. So did Nathan. He waited. Not trained—just dreamed. And one day… it finally happened. He was summoned. For a moment, he thought he was chosen. That he was finally going to become a Hunter. He wasn’t. It was a bug. A glitch in the system dropped him straight to the 100th Floor—powerless, gearless, and caught by monsters with questionable mommy instincts while being watched by a Tower Manager who loves his special hand move. ***** [Disclaimer] This story may confuse you, arouse you, offend you, make you laugh at the wrong time, or make you wanna throw a chair at me. Proceed with no expectations. Just vibes. Just madness. *****

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."

Crown Prince Ian Stromridge has just returned from battle, hailed as a hero, greeted with people's adoration and blessings but he brings home a beautiful woman, though he's already married leaving everybody completed nonplussed. His wife, Princess Angelica Stromridge wed him for convenience before he left for war. Their marriage lacked affection and was rife with misunderstandings from the start. From name-calling to accidental letters leading to further misconception. During his absence, Angelica played the dutiful wife, sacrificing to maintain the household, being the lovely princess and wonderful daughter in law, only to face his return with another woman whom the entire kingdom agreed was more beautiful than she was! Will she divorce or fight for his love, a love that clearly never existed in the first place? Will she clear the misunderstandings and surmount the obstacles or will it be a post-marriage love story or an ex-wife tale full of regret? Excerpt |||| "My princess..." called a maid, knocking on the door her hand trembling. "Come in." replied Angelica as the door opened hearing footsteps approaching. "What are you doing here? I gave stern orders for no one to disturb me for the entirety of the day." her austere voice rang out. "I... I know my princess... please forgive me... I... I did not mean to disturb you but... this is something very important." "Let's have it then." replied Angelica closing the book she had been reading as she laid eyes on the maid. The maid gulped, the fear evident in her eyes, she did not know how Angelica would react to the severely bad news she had brought with her, however, one thing was sure, Angelica would not react lightly at all. "My... m...y prince...ss the..." said the maid, causing Angelica to sigh in annoyance, rolling her eyes, she had better things to do than sit here listening to the maid's mumbling. "Yes, say it." said Angelica giving the maid a hand. "My princess, the crowned prince has returned." said the maid. "Oh... well that's nice... I guess I will see him later, or better yet tomorrow. There is no rush, I am sure he is swarmed by crowds at the moment." replied Angelica lazily, she really had no intention of moving from this spot. "But my princess... ther— " "Oh, you're right, it would be unacceptable if I did not come out to greet him, rumours would certainly ensue and the kingdom would be in serious hysteria as they always are." replied Angelica annoyed. "Yes, you are right, I should go and welcome him back home." said Angelica as she stood up and yawned. "My princess... that is not all, there is something else..." said the maid. "And what is that?" asked Angelica as the maid's eyes darted around the room, she did not know what to do, or how best to put this. "My princess... the... the crowned prince has truly returned but..." said the maid with a prolonged pause. "But what?" asked Angelica, her senses tingling, she had a inking that there was something wrong from the maid's strange behaviour. "But his highness..." paused the maid. "Out with it now!" said Angelica sternly. "His highness has returned with a strange woman and the rumours claim that she is his new wife!" spat out the maid as Angelica suddenly felt lightheaded and she fell back down on the chair. "My princess!" cried the maid as she rushed to her. "This is some sort of farce." said Angelica as the maid proceeded quickly to fan her with a cloth. "No my princess... it is true." replied the maid. "This is impossible. Ian must be mad, I am going to see this display of stupidity for myself!" said Angelica hotly, quickly rising up and storming out of the room as the poor maid followed behind her. ||||

The saga begins in a world fractured, where old gods lie fallen and the very fabric of reality teeters on the brink. Amidst this cosmic upheaval, where new true gods now carry the burden of a world threatened by the abyss, an unnamed protagonist emerges from the most humble of beginnings. Through relentless trials and the forging of will in deception, he begins to sculpt a legend in the crucible of reality. His journey, not merely about gaining strength; But about steadily lifting all that exists from the precipice of nothingness. This is the concise chronicle of one individual's odyssey through another realm, embracing adventure after adventure, ultimately destined to save the world. P.S. English is not my first Language. A Thousand Apologies Dear Readers if Any Mistakes are Found. TAGS: [Another World] [Fighting] [Becoming Stronger Step by Step] # TO ALL THE SWORD AND MAGIC LOVERS OUT THERE #Unhinged protagonist # REVERSE SIMULATION. *** Bonus Chapters Unlock System! Reviews: let's get to 30 reviews soon: unlocks 3 bonus chapters! *** 200 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter 200 Collections = 1 Extra Chapter *** Gifts: Massage Chair unlocks 1 bonus chapter. Luxury Car: Unlocks 2 bonus chapters. Dragon: Unlocks 3 bonus chapter. Magic Castle: Unlocks 5 bonus chapters within a day! Space Craft: Unlocks 10 bonus chapters within a day! Golden Gachapon: Unlocks 15 bonus chapters within a day! ***

Kaito was just an ordinary office worker—overworked, under-caffeinated, and nursing back pain from a chair he swore he’d replace six months ago. His only escape? Fantasy novels, strong tea, and the quiet hum of a café on a rare peaceful morning. Then came the blinding light. Now? He’s been accidentally summoned to a divine realm by a flustered priestess who mixed up the magical paperwork and pulled in the wrong guy. Oops. Stranded in a world not meant for him, Kaito finds himself face-to-face with a radiant Dragon Goddess named Aurelya—who can’t return him home, but offers him a blessing and a chance to start over in the magical land of Aurethria. Granted the unique skill Scholar’s Insight, which lets him read and understand all magical languages and ancient texts, Kaito begins his new life as a sixteen-year-old bookworm with no combat skills—but an overpowered brain. Can a sarcastic, tea-loving introvert survive in a world of scrolls, spells, and dragons? Can he keep his head down long enough to avoid divine attention? And will the Dragon Goddess ever stop feeling guilty for yeeting the wrong guy across dimensions? A slow-burn, slice-of-life isekai full of magic, mishaps, and unexpected bonds. Because sometimes, saving the world starts with being a cosmic mistake.

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

WSA ENTRY 2025 Year 20XX, the world was thrown into chaos when the Tower of Yxthar appeared... A colossal structure reaching beyond the sky, its countless floors each a gateway to a different world. These realms, seemingly connected to distant universes, spilled their dangers into Earth, unleashing monsters, invaders, and unknown horrors that threatened humanity’s survival. But from this catastrophe emerged an era of superhumans.... individuals awakened with extraordinary abilities. They became known as Stream Hunters, a title with dual meaning: "Hunter" for their combat prowess and "Streamer" because they broadcast their battles not just to Earth but across the multiverse. Through their streams, Stream Hunters gained viewers from other worlds, earning gifts and, if fortunate, the backing of a powerful Main Sponsor. Adam, an average ranking Stream Hunter, was just a background figure in their adventures... until the unimaginable happened. He woke up fifteen years before the catastrophe that would doom the world! Resigned to enjoying what little time he had left, Adam prepared for an arduous journey... But fate had another twist: he unlocked the Multiversal Livestream System... Granting him the power to copy the skills of his viewers. ... This is a semi-interactive novel. Readers can participate as [Viewers], with their Webnovel account name used as their Viewer nickname. Top fans who engage with the novel through comments, discussions, and reactions will have a unique personality created by the author based on their interactions, favorite characters, and overall engagement. This personality will be used when interacting with the characters in the story. Gifting system: Powerstone = 5 Gold Coins Golden Ticket = 1 Soul Core point F-Tier Gift = Cola E-Tier Gift = Pizza D-Tier Gift = Capsule C-Tier Gift = Massage Chair B-Tier Gift = Luxury Car A-Tier Gift = Dragon S-Tier Gift = Magic Castle S-Authority = Spacecraft Sponsorship = Golden Gachapon [Note] : Gifting effects will be applied within 1-20 chapters.

I did nothing with my entire life. Literally nothing. Then I died — not saving a cat from a tree heroically, not even struck by Truck-kun — but of a heart attack caused by a BL manga confession scene. Pitiful? Perhaps. When I begged for a second chance, the gods listened. Or at least, they jeered at me. Instead of returning as a mighty sorcerer or a spoiled heiress, I found myself as a young woman with awful vision in some obscure nobleman's manor house. My eyesight is so poor I can hardly recognize faces. I trip, blink, and consistently confuse people with chairs (and vice versa). But here's the kicker: I've been reborn as the young stepmother of a future villainess — a child who will grow up to be the "evil empress" in a bestselling romance novel that I used to detest. And so, with only my half-working eyes, shreds of memory, and sheer obstinacy, I'm going to do something — anything — other than waste this life. Whether that is steering my evil stepdaughter, making it through treacherous noble schemes, or just learning how to walk straight without crashing into a wall. I've got my chance now. And this time, I won't let it slide through my fuzzy fingers.

Synopsis Dans les rues brûlantes de Port-au-Prince, un jeune homme nommé Kazar voit son destin basculer. Son père, Lamar, ancien chef de gang craint et respecté, meurt brutalement. Kazar, son fils unique, rêve d’une vie différente, loin du sang et du chaos. Mais l’honneur, la loyauté et le poids de l’héritage le poussent à reprendre les rênes du petit gang paternel. Doté d’une intelligence stratégique hors du commun, Kazar transforme cette organisation modeste en la plus puissante structure criminelle d’Haïti. Il devient une légende. Mais dans l’ombre, la trahison grandit. Son bras droit, Wendy, qu’il considérait comme un frère, le trahit cruellement. Passé à tabac et laissé pour mort, Kazar est jeté dans une rivière. Miraculeusement, il survit. Quand il se réveille à l’hôpital, il ne se souvient de rien, sauf de quelques noms : Kazar, Lamar et Wendy. Sa mémoire est un champ de ruines… mais son instinct, lui, reste intact. Un soir, alors qu’il erre dans les rues, il assiste à une agression. Une jeune fille se fait attaquer par des gangsters. Son corps agit avant même son esprit : il les neutralise, comme si le combat était inscrit dans sa chair. C’est là que tout change. Kazar décide alors de reconstruire… mais pas son passé. Il fonde un gang, non pas pour dominer, mais pour résister. Une armée de l’ombre, née pour renverser les autres gangs du pays. Il s’engage dans une guerre sanglante pour libérer Haïti de la corruption, du crime et de ses propres démons. Mais pour libérer le pays, il devra affronter son passé. Écraser ses anciennes blessures. Et surtout… affronter Wendy, celui qui l’a brisé.

Ethan, a gamer from Earth, dies when his gaming chair breaks unexpectedly. He wakes up in the body of Li Feng, the young heir of the powerful Vermilion Bird Clan. Li Feng has everything: rich and influential parents, high status, and vast resources. But the original owner neglected cultivation, making him very weak. Worse, his fiancée, Su Lian, is a cultivation genius. She only tolerates their engagement because it benefits her family politically. She dislikes him for his weakness and lack of effort. Ethan also discovers a Cultivation System in his mind. It acts like a game interface, showing him stats, paths, and objectives. Using his modern Earth knowledge, the clan's immense resources, and this new System, Ethan decides to finally take cultivation seriously. He starts training hard, learning to use his advantages wisely. His goal is to get strong, protect his position, and explore this dangerous cultivation world filled with action and adventure. As he improves, Su Lian starts to notice the change. Other women also enter his life: a loyal childhood friend and a princess from a rival sect. Ethan must navigate politics, battles, and these complex relationships while trying to master the path of cultivation. Can the reborn clan heir overcome his weak start, win respect, and succeed in this new world?

Sorin was a simple person arriving in a big city to look for work. Many people said he was too naïve. He didn't believe them, of course he didn't. So why has he been so naïve to enter this place? Why has he been so naïve to not run at the first scream? Why did he stay when he saw the blood? Why didn't he run when he saw him? Standing in that chair, watching him with those dark blue eyes? - - - - These are the only two chapters I wrote. I intend to write the rest, but I am curious to see if others like my writing style, to see if others find my story engaging enough. It is a little test. Unfortunately, to write the entire story will take me a few months, maybe a year, since I don't like to write a chapter and then post it. I prefer to have the entire story finished. I just hope it is interesting enough and if you have some criticism, I am more than happy to hear it.

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions—especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension—lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings—spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you—" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced—raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned—and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Synopsis – Respawn as Lovers She’s a gaming sensation. He’s just a coder with an attitude. Together, they built a game about love. But neither of them expected to be trapped inside it. Rhea—known to millions as Codie, the bold, quick-witted gamer with a sharp tongue and sharper skills—is creating her dream project: a romance-survival game designed for couples, where love isn’t optional—it’s the only way to win. But Rhea can’t do it alone. Enter Blaze_King—real name Kapish—a sarcastic, unknown game developer who stumbles upon her livestream and casually applies to help. He doesn’t care about romance, or Codie’s fame. He just wants to code… and maybe challenge the one person who talks more trash than he does. They argue. They compete. They annoy each other to death. And somehow, they make the perfect dysfunctional dev team. But one night, while testing a couple mission in the game, a glitch changes everything. Rhea and Kapish wake up not in their chairs, but inside the world they built—trapped in the pixelated universe of their own making. Now, to escape, they’ll have to play by their own rules: complete tasks meant for lovers, raise their emotional bond, and survive challenges where feelings matter more than weapons. But how do two people who can’t stand each other fake love long enough to win? And what happens when the line between pretending and feeling starts to blur? Enemies. Teammates. Maybe something more. Welcome to Respawn as Lovers—where falling in love isn’t just part of the story. It’s the only way out.

Eric Langley, an eighteen-year-old boy whose parents passed away three years ago, had no known relatives and was left to fend for himself. To support himself, he worked in a bakery, using his earnings to cover his daily needs and indulge in his favorite pastime—reading chapters of the novel "Humanity's Strongest Mage," which had recently gone on hiatus. Eric had a love-hate relationship with the novel. While he was captivated by its world, he despised the Protagonist, Alex Whiteheart. Alex had it all from the start: strength, fame, money, and of course, a harem. He never faced any real challenges, effortlessly overcoming every obstacle, which made the story lack something Eric craved....... Chaos. One evening, while taking a walk with his headphones on, Eric was lost in thought. The music drowned out the world around him, and he failed to notice a car losing control and speeding toward him. The last thing he heard was a screech before everything went dark. When Eric woke up, memories flooded his mind, and he quickly realized something was wrong. He wasn't in his own world anymore; he had somehow ended up in the world of "Humanity's Strongest Mage." To his shock, he found himself in the body of Arin Vale, an insignificant character never mentioned in the novel—a true extra. Now, armed with the knowledge of future events and driven by a desire for chaos, Arin had one goal: to disrupt the smooth journey of Alex Whiteheart, the Protagonist. He was determined to introduce Chaos into the story, making it far more interesting than it ever was, and in the process, he'll also find out that there's more to his character than just being an Extra. Let the Chaos begin! [Please, read up to 30 chapters before deciding. I'm sure you'll love it. Thank you!!] Note: 1) 104 chapters are free! 2) The memories of the body the MC reincarnated into are very important to the story, so they won't be revealed early. 3) The novel starts off slow, but the pace picks up as it progresses. 4) The MC might act like he doesn't care about any other person, and only wants to use them, but that'll change in the long run. Character development will do its job. [WEEKLY GOALS] 100 Power Stones: 1 Extra Chapter 200 Power Stones: 2 Extra Chapters 300 Power Stones: 3 Extra Chapters 20 Golden Tickets: 1 Extra Chapter 45 Golden Tickets: 3 Extra Chapters Massage Chair: 2 Extra Chapters Luxury Car: 3 Extra Chapters Magic Castle: 15 Extra Chapters! [Please support this novel with power stones and comments. It'll motivate me a lot, thank you!!] Check out my other novels: Reincarnated With A Revenge System Elemental Vampire Join The Discord Server: https://discord.gg/Jcr8HBNY

"Mandy, I know how you feel but this is our life. This is how we live and we've lived like this for a very long time. Everything we do, is to make sure we can live another day with our sanity intact." "This-- isn't living mom. We have to live in fear of whatever is out there; we don't even know what is out there and somehow sleep with this going on. Every single day is the same. Every day is the same, never changing cycle; we simply survive, we don't live. "For the last eighteen years of my life I have been subjected to this torture, every night. It's a never ending nightmare and I just want to leave. I want to leave this place and never set foot back here!" I push my chair away from the table and go up to my room. -----____----___-----___

a black figured somebody arrives each night at 11pm and watches Jonathan sleep while smiling. watch as the nightmare unfolds

*Spawns into existence with an overpowered past* Walks in an elegant and dignified gait, takes a seat on a chair as if he was a sovereign and gazes down at you. "Hello, ladies~" I spoke in an enchanting yet overbearing tone, gazing at the ladies, who were dazed gazing up at me in a near-revering state. "And to you guys too" I mumbled in annoyance as my eyes landed on men. "Hey, can't you just remove men, except for me, from my world?" I asked _Eshwar_. (*_Eshwar_ choks on the drink he was drinking and glances away*) "Tsk, useless!" I cursed at him and glanced away, ignoring his menacing glare, that spoke volumes on his urge to erase me out of existence. "Him and I have spoken and we have come to an agreement on him telling you guys my opus, and heh, I will, of course, be the main focus, so ladies~~ You'll be seeing me soon~" I spoke to the ladies gazing up at me, while I continued to ignore the men in the crowd. Glancing to the side, my eyes fell on the men, who flinched at the ominous foreboding feeling that abruptly chruned their stomach, "You better keep your ladies safe...... since they'll be mine soon~~" I said with a smile that made men shudder while charming the women at the same time. My gaze swept over the crowd beneath, "Since the world I am to transmigrate into is overwhelmingly futuristic, there are many things to adventure about, so we have decided on, not dwelling too much on politics and other shit, but instead focus only on women and me~" I stated with an enchanting grin. *In a distinct chatter* "Oi, tell them the truth!!" _Eshwar_'s voice yelled at, from a distance..... "No wait, isn't he right? But a bit of politics should be good....." _Eshqar_'s mumbled whispers trickled my sensitive ears, but I didn't like the words that left his mouth. "Oi, we discussed not to include politics and shit like tha-" But it was already too late..... _Eshwar_'s pen wielding hand flitted across the plot filled sheets, as a subtle exclamation escaped his mouth, and at that, I could instantly tell that he was up to no good! "Oi-" "With a bit of politics!" He yelled from a distance, as a ghastly silence descended upon me and the crowd gazing up at me, while the men grinned mockingly and women tilted their heads to the side in such cuteness that I almost forgot the plight at hand. Afterall, when I narrated my opus, I stated repeatedly that I don't like politics! "You added politics?" I asked with a forced smile. "Mhm" _Eshwar_ nodded his head innocently. ".....politics?" "Yeah" "Ohyoumotherfu-" *with the distinct sounds of crashes, both of them fled from the scene* -- [AN's Promise] "Well, let's experience as many beautiful love stories as possible~" [A lovely bundle of fluffy love stories] -- AN: I don’t know who the artist of the cover is, but if you want me to remove it.... you can ask me to do so (T-T). Credits to the artist. I write with my phone so there could be typos, thank you! (Honest thoughts: Goddamn the art is goooood!! of course, I have edited it to link my novel to it, but DAYAM!!) •••• Golden Tickets [+5] = +1 Chapters Golden Tickets [+10] = +2 Chapters Golden Tickets [+20] = +3 Chapters Golden Tickets [+50] = +4 Chapters Golden Tickets [+100] = +5 Chapters

After reincarnating eight times unsuccessfully due to a glitch in the netherworld, Jia Hao finally reincarnated in the world of Urban Fantasy, an eroge game that he played before. However, he realized the game was currently in the bad ending mode and he is powerless like a side character without any game system. Skinny dude who blackmails girls? Check! Fat Ugly Uncle who lusts after women? Check! Blonde haired delinquent whose eyes are covered with bangs? Check! As Jia Hao was wrecking his brain to how to change the plot, he found a mysterious pot that can take him into an ancient world, and the items he brought from the modern world transformed into heavenly treasures! " Now, you dare to gaze at my women? My dear wives! Beat him to death!" Jia Hao ordered as he leaned back on the chair like a salted fish.

When the doctor refused to hear out her apology, young artist, Serena Chase did the best thing that came to her mind. She booked an appointment! She thought she was outwitting the intimidating woman until...she saw the examination chair, the tools, the charts...all telling her to run out. Unfazed by her presence, Dr. Kassandra York walked to her tray of tools, raising a scalpel, her eyes boring through her nervous ones. "You've booked an appointment? Good. Now, I'll commence the pelvic exam." "You're a gynecologist?!" Little did they know that nothing would stay the same after that session.

"Do you think you can escape the devil?" A loud scream was heard after the person shot the knees of the man who was tied to a chair. "Stop staring at me" yn said . "What if I say, I don't want to". "Such a shameless person"..... " I was never a saint baby, neither will I be" "I said lift up your thighs....I will not repeat" "No, I-I please- I am sorry".... After running for straight 15mins , my lungs started contracting, suddenly I am unable to breathe and my legs trembling with such force that it's impossible to run anymore. my hands?...can't move it!..... my legs?.....tied!..... me?.......trapped!....... I feel something cool and metal against my inner thighs making me realize the unmistakable touch of a knife. He slowly drags the blade up my thigh, the sharp edge sending shivers through my body. I feel, I know, I am aware that am trapped by him. "Little Foxy," he says again, softer now, but there's a bite beneath it, a warning. "You shouldn't have run." What will happen when you cross your path with the most unhinged person you ever met in your life? Will you be able to escape the devil's cage? ...... read if you wanna know your future

Seeing that I was silently sulking, he suddenly looked up and stared at me seriously. “I’ll keep you.” I froze for a moment, thinking I had misheard: “What did you say?” I looked up at him, confusion written all over my face. He leaned back in his chair, his tone casual, as if discussing the weather: “You don’t need to work part-time at the convenience store anymore. I’ll give you ten thousand yuan a month. All you have to do is... let me sleep with you.” I was stunned, my heart skipping a beat. Ten thousand usd. For a student like me, that was more than enough to get by for a whole month, comfortably even. Meanwhile, slaving away at part-time jobs, staying up late and getting up early, only earned me six thousand. Reason told me to refuse, but reality made me waver. There was a reason so many girls chose to become sugar babies, pampered and taken care of, without having to struggle just to survive. I frowned, half annoyed, half teasing. “How old are you that you're already learning how to keep a lover?” He gave a faint smile, then slowly raised his hand and lightly squeezed my chest. Tilting his head, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear: “You should know better than anyone how grown-up I am. Besides, I’m not some playboy. You gave me your first time. So me keeping you... makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?”

High school youth love themselves their media. Fantasy books, anime cartoons, even online content. However, when four young teens end up being transported to another world similar to that of their precious media, they must reestablish themselves and adapt to their new fantasy surroundings or die trying.