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~"She Was Quite and He Was Lost"~ Lady Elara was always quiet — not because she lacked words, but because the world never deserved to hear the storms raging inside her. Behind her gentle steps and dawn-like gaze lies a mind sharper than any blade, and a soul burdened with secrets heavier than any tombstone. Alaric Blackthorne, the Duke cloaked in shadows and whispered rumors, is a man forever lost within his own cursed halls. Behind his cold presence hides a fear no one dares to face… except for the quiet girl whose arrival shakes the foundation of his haunted manor. Between moonlit corridors and ivy-choked halls, a dangerous connection blossoms. Torn between duty and desire, fate and freedom, Elara must decide: remain hidden within her silence… or rise to reclaim a strength she never knew she possessed. Meanwhile, Alaric must confront the darkness imprisoning him — and choose whether he’s willing to lose everything for the girl who brought him back to life. A story of quiet strength, forbidden love, and the delicate line between salvation and ruin. Will she find her voice before it's too late? Will he break free from the labyrinth of his own shadows? And when the final door opens… will they save each other, or destroy everything they’ve ever known?

I, Chen Ming, who just died because my love was rejected (even though I choked on chewing gum), reincarnated in the cultivation world, now in the dragon's lair, beautiful face (even though I'm a man), and have a strange system. Amazing. My new adventure, begins. Bezzzztttt!! WELCOME TO TIAN XUAN CONTINENT

His voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." He inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" his voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for Mortals who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then his voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They will scream and I'll listen" "This time, I'll give them something to remember" "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.

In the distant future, Earth is on the brink of extinction. Centuries of greed and neglect turned Earth into 'Terrafall' — a decaying, gray husk choking on its final breath. The once-blue planet is now plagued by dust storms, infertile lands, and skies that haven’t seen rainfall in decades. With resources drained and birthrates plummeting, humanity abandoned Terrafall and sought refuge on Mars — now reborn as the gleaming, militarized world of Maurg. But tranquility came with a price. Maurg severed all ties with Terrafall, branding its people diseased relics of a failed planet. Now the two worlds stand as bitter enemies, locked in silence and survival. When a planet from another universe is detected hurtling toward Terrafall at unimaginable speed, scientists predict a catastrophic collision — one that would erase both worlds. With no time, no allies, and no other option, Earth’s leaders craft a last-ditch plan: steal a war-missile from Maurg capable of diverting the cosmic threat. Their only hope? Eiden — A half-monster and outcast with no past, no place, and no peace Tasked with infiltrating Maurg and stealing their most powerful weapon, Eiden becomes the final gamble of a dying world. Torn between his monstrous past and the fragile future of humanity, Eiden must make a choice: Save the Earth that rejected him. Or let it burn, and uncover who he truly is.

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.

Julien de Rothvale was a disgrace. The youngest son of a ducal house—mocked, beaten, pissed himself in his first spar. A coward. A scandal. A noble failure used and discarded. But that boy is gone. And in his place lives something far more dangerous—a soul born of ritual, forged in blood and madness. A dark mage who clawed his way into another world. He came seeking peace. No throne. No vengeance. Just silence. But peace is a lie—and the world made the first mistake. Now? He’ll make them kneel. He’ll choke the maid who dared to insult him. Enslave the princess who used him. Break nobles, bend knights, and remake his legacy through terror, desire, and ruthless domination. He will rule not by title, but by touch. And when he’s done, they won’t whisper his name in shame— They’ll scream it. The Tyrant of Lust & Carnage has awakened.

#MATURECONTENT #SMUT #REDFLAG #UNTIED Read the first 10 chapters. I dare you not to fall in love. --- Everyone in Penny Willard’s life had one thing to say: “You're not good enough.” Her ex? "Fat repels people worse you're ugly, why did you think I would want you?" Her sister? "Look at me, Penny. Of course Chris chose me. I'm everything you're not." Her own mother? "I wish you'd never been born." Her stepfather? "You're a mistake. A stain on this family." The help whispered behind closed doors... "She’s just a product of rape who ruined her mother’s life." But then he came along. The madman. The monster. The one everyone feared. And he called her Penguin. His Penguin. His life. His reason. His obsession. --- On the day Penny thought she’d finally found love, she discovered her fiancé, Chris Adkins, was already married… to her baby sister, Ariana. Before she could process the betrayal, another bomb dropped. She was already married. To a man she'd never met before... A man hidden from the world... A man so dangerous, they erased his existence from every record... Osvaldo Adkins. The caged beast in the penthouse. Unstable, cold and dangerously handsome. And absolutely, madly obsessed with his new wife. What started as betrayal turned into love. Penny was done crying over her stupid ex. She was ready to start a new and make them eat their words. She’s not just the chubby, awkward girl everyone bullied anymore. She’s the anonymous genius behind world-shaking breakthroughs. A prodigy scientist. A doctor. The woman everyone secretly relies on. And now? She’s out for revenge. She’ll make Ariana choke on her lies. She’ll make Chris wish he’d never been born. And she’ll set the world on fire, with a madman worshipping the ground she walks on. --- Who said the fat girl can’t be the fantasy? Who said the duff can’t own the story? Watch her rise, fall in love, and burn every bridge that ever held her back. --- Follow @Sspears for updates, chaos, and bonus content. Because this isn’t your average love story. It’s hot. It’s messy. And it’s going to ruin you. Just when you think you have everything figured out, more twist will unfold that would wreck you. Our ML is all shades of red flags, possessive, doesn't mind killing the ones who hurt his Penguin. He's done it countless times and adores his little Penguin with his life. This novel is filled with smutty smut smut smutty scenes. Brace yourself, and get ready for an adventurous ride.

In her first life, Primrose Vielle Illvaris thought the Lycan King hated her. He barely spoke to her, avoided her like the plague, and his people treated her as if she were invisible. After all, she wasn’t his choice, just a fate mate he never wanted. So when she met a tragic end, she welcomed death with open arms, hoping to step through the gates of heaven and spend her days running around the flower garden. But then … she was reborn. Thrown back to the past, right to the moment she was forced into their marriage, Primrose was determined to leave him before history could repeat itself. But just as she planned her escape, something strange happened— She could hear his thoughts. And they were nothing like his cold, distant behavior. 【My wife is so beautiful today … But if I look at her, I won’t be able to let go.】 【I'm a beast, I'm a monster, I don't deserve my wife ....】 Primrose almost choked on air. Wait—what?! The more she listened, the more shocking the truth became— HE WAS OBSESSED WITH HER. Every time she was near, his thoughts screamed: "MINE." "MATE." "MY WIFE IS MAD AT ME! I DESERVE TO DIE!!" Excuse me?! Since when did the cold, untouchable Lycan King turn into this pathetic lovesick fool?! ———— Follow my IG @Zenanicher Commission cover by Laylee

He thought he was part of the mission. Now he knows, he was the mission. Eren signed up to deploy a drone. Nothing more. A straightforward orbital drop, in and out. But when the ship crashes on Mars , a planet humanity still claims is uninhabitable, everything spirals into chaos. A deadly sandstorm rises. Communications die. The crew panics. And when a mysterious machine falls from the wreckage, Eren rushes toward it, believing it’s their only shot at survival. Then the launch sequence starts. And the ship takes off without him. Left choking in the thin Martian air, Eren watches the two crewmates he trusted disappear into the sky — without hesitation, without a second glance. In that moment, the truth hits: They didn’t forget him. They sacrificed him. But Mars isn’t empty. And death isn’t what finds him. Dragged from the dust by the K’tharis, an advanced alien race living in the shadows of a forgotten world, Eren begins to unravel a conspiracy buried deeper than the Martian crust. The mission wasn’t about data. It wasn’t about exploration. It was about him. He was the variable. The test subject. The bait. Now Eren holds knowledge no human has ever touched. And he’s no longer the man they left behind. He’s the weapon Mars created. And he's not coming back quietly.

Adolf Hitler died choking on the ashes of his Reich… only to awaken in a world of magic, monsters, and weak-willed kings. Reborn in a land untouched by blitzkrieg or bullets, he finds no swastikas, no iron crosses — only empires ripe for conquest and sorcerers too soft to rule. Stripped of title but not of hatred, he begins again. Not as a man. As a force. With steel in his hands, fire in his veins, and poison in his words, he sets out to build an empire of blood — one bullet, one spell, one corpse at a time. There is no redemption. There is no remorse. Only war. Content Warning: This story contains depictions of fascist ideology, war crimes, and morally reprehensible behavior from an unapologetically evil protagonist. It does not glorify these beliefs — it explores their horror through fiction and philosophical conflict. If you’re uncomfortable with dark historical themes or villain-centered narratives, this story is not for you.

Delia's life was a cruel reality: the neglected and abused illegitimate daughter of a noble family, the Ellington family, she yearned for the love of her stepmother, Baroness Augusta, and younger sister, Lady Anne, who relentlessly mistreated her. Her world crumbled when she discovered a double betrayal: her beloved husband, Lord George had secretly pined for Anne, marrying Delia only to be near her sister. Simultaneously, her step mother framed her for a crime Anne committed. Overwhelmed and heartbroken, Delia's attempt to escape a death sentence led to a fatal carriage accident. But death was not the end. Delia awoke one year in the past, finding herself still engaged to George. This was her second chance, and the naive girl was gone, replaced by a woman consumed by a burning desire for revenge. Her first target: Duke Eric Carson, the powerful and wealthy man her sister Anne desperately pursued. Delia boldly approached Eric with a proposition for a contract marriage. To her surprise, Eric agreed, but with a condition: their fake marriage would become real and they can go their separate way after a year, hiding his own secret agenda. Now, armed with Eric's unexpected devotion and his willingness to lay down his life for her, Delia meticulously begins to dismantle her family's world. With Eric's help, she exposes the secrets they hide, manipulates their desires, and turns them against each other, orchestrating George’s demotion, Anne's downfall and seizing everything her sister coveted, including Duke Eric love and obsession. Will Delia and Eric be able to conquer all odds to get what they want? What happens when Eric doesn’t want their contract marriage to end? What happens when the last petal that indicates her second chance falls? ——————— EXCPRET “I can’t return your feelings, your grace,” Delia whispered, her back against the cool wall. “But I can,” Eric murmured, stepping closer. Delia’s voice trembled. “It’s not the same.” She choked out. “ No one can love me without hurting me.” “Then teach me,” he said, his breath warm on her cheek. “Teach me how to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I’m a quick study.” When she stayed silent, he sighed contentedly, a soft smile playing on his lips. “It’s alright. Just… use me. Anything you need. if you want money, ask the treasury, take as much money that’s needed. if you want power, use my name. if you want security and love, use my body.” His breath warmed her skin, his chest rose and fell with hers. "As long as it's from you, I'm happy."

Varkai: Ashes of the Shatterworld In the shattered remnants of a forgotten multiverse, Varkai is a world on the brink — a soul-wracked wasteland where Genesis Pulse storms twist land and life, and monstrous Pulse-Eaters stalk the ash-choked wilds. Vrakon, an orphan with no past and no Pulse, was once nothing. But after a brutal raid leaves his village in ruins and awakens something ancient within him, Vrakon begins a slow, harrowing journey of survival, evolution, and self-discovery. With no memories and a heart grown cold from loss, he treads the edge between man and myth — caught in a realm where fractured souls reincarnate endlessly, and power comes at the price of sanity.

When a nameless gutter-rat in the smog-choked City of Iron scrawls a stolen ley-map beneath Maiden Bridge, a single tram-spark ignites his chalk, and the hidden System awakens.   Status: Null Overtone (Stable)   Spectral Mass: 0   Constraint: Undefined   Paradox Risk: 97 % Instead of dying, the boy becomes Cipher, a living contradiction who can slip into the zero-gaps between atoms, borrow power he doesn’t own, and repay it as silence. The discovery paints a target on his back: gladiator bounty-hunter Brack Morrow, the all-seeing Concord of Twelve, and rival Spectra-lords who guard reality’s twelve colorful layers with bloody zeal. Thrown into underground arenas, clockwork graveyards, and sky-bridges where numbers themselves fracture, Cipher must: Anchor his unstable “Null Overtone” before the System unthreads his atoms. Out-riddle enemies who wield Pulse shockwaves, Echo memory edits, and Glyph reality hacks. Solve the Impossible Fraction : the cosmic equation that says zero can never equal infinity, before the Concord solves it with a firing squad. But every level he climbs rewrites the rules, and every rule he breaks echoes across the Spectra. If Cipher can master all twelve : Null to Infinity, he won’t just escape the slums; he’ll decide which laws of existence stay and which are erased forever. From nothing to god-tier, one loophole at a time. The ascent starts now. P.S. You might want to read the Prologue for a better understanding of the power system and the novel as a whole. *** The first few chapters might feel like a puzzle but if you stick with it, everything clicks into place. Release Schedule: 6:30 PM UTC | ≥ 2 chapters per update

It was supposed to be her sister's wedding night, but she was schemed by her biological mother, drugged, and sent into her 'soon-to-be brother-in-law's' wedding car. When they first met, the man in the wheelchair was as dignified and cold as rumored. Just because she approached him slightly, he grabbed her neck, nearly choking her to death. 'A woman marrying into the Fu family must rely on herself to survive, understand?' She nodded frantically, thinking that carefully pleasing him would allow them to live respectfully and peacefully like guests for a lifetime. Yet in the nights and days of accompanying him, she was thoroughly consumed, step by step falling into the trap he had long set. In this life, there is no escape; in this love, it moves the heart.

In the shadowed halls of the Nether Blossom Sect and the treacherous expanse of the cultivation world, mastery is a dance of power, lust, and betrayal. True enlightenment lies not in forcing the path, but in weaving ambition with desire until the cultivator becomes one with their schemes. Only when the line blurs between ally and enemy, pleasure and pain, does one glimpse the ruthless truth of the dao. Lin Fengyang, a spark in a realm of predators, forges his ascent through cunning and will. His enemies plot in whispers, their blades hidden in smiles, but he’ll carve his legend across sects, empires, and heavens, one step, one scheme, one conquest at a time. In this cultivation world, trust is a lie, and every touch is a gambit. He is the schemer of shadows, the breaker of chains, and the bane of those who underestimate him. Read now to witness a tale of dark cultivation, where ambition burns brighter than any flame. Discord: https://discord.gg/Fq26EjWk [Tags] R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | NSFW | Netori | Blowjob | Hardcore | Threesome | Milf | Choking | Humiliation | BDSM | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action | Demon | Villain MC | Weak to Strong MC | Cunning MC | Scheming | Dark Fantasy | Cultivation World | Sect Intrigue | Power Struggle | Rivalries | Comedy | Anal | Inverted Nipples

In the smog-choked, clockwork city of Aethelburg, Elias Thorne, a humble archivist, stumbles upon a terrifying truth: humanity is trapped in "Temporal Loops," replaying history under the indifferent gaze of cosmic Architects. When a horrific "Echo" awakens a unique power within him, Elias becomes a Chronos Weaver, capable of perceiving and influencing time itself. But to break free from this endless cycle, he must defy primordial gods, battle a madness-inducing Outer God, and forge a future humanity has never known. Can one man unravel fate itself?

Alpha Cassian was once feared and revered, a warrior who led his pack with unwavering strength. But when his mate was killed, a part of him died with her. For years, he ruled in solitude, convinced that the Moon Goddess had cursed him to walk alone. Love was a weakness he could not afford, and his heart remained closed off, his pack growing colder under his reign. That changes the night he is forced to attend the Omega auction. Among the trembling, discarded she-wolves stands her—a fragile yet defiant woman whose scent awakens something primal inside him. She is his mate. His second chance. But Cassian refuses to believe in fate a second time. The omega, once cast out for being wolfless, is sold to him against her will. In his world, she is nothing—a burden, a mistake. Yet, despite his rejection, she refuses to cower. As threats rise within the pack and outside forces scheme against them, Cassian is forced to protect her, even as he resists the bond pulling him closer. But fate is relentless, and when she is taken from him, Cassian will have to decide—will he risk his heart once more, or will he lose his mate for a second time? *** “Let me go,” she whispered, her lips quivering as tears rolled down her cheeks. He said he hated her—so why wasn’t he letting her go? Cassian’s eyes darkened at the sight of her tears. Without a second thought, he leaned in, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “What if I don’t?” he murmured, his voice rough with an emotion he refused to name. Her intoxicating scent clouded his thoughts, stirring something primal within him. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Yet, with her, every instinct rebelled against reason. “Because you don’t love me,” she choked out, her hands trembling against his chest. “And if you don’t, then you have no right to keep me.” She was right. Then why did the thought of separation pierce his heart like a blade? "Then why doesn't your body feel same. Infact it's screaming at me to touch you there" his voice sultry as he moved his hand down south. **** Add the book to library. Drop votes and reviews. Support the author with your endless love DAILY UPDATES STARTS FROM 1st MAY

“You want to know about the mate bond we share?” His words stopped me midway as I turned around to face him. I didn’t say a word as I felt my heart palpitate in anticipation. “Beta Perez, I…” Before I could speak, he continued. “I have decided to never let a woman into my life, Miss. James. I have learned long back that they only serve as a distraction. Why would I need a mate if I could have any women I want? Am I right, Miss. James?” He asked me as I felt my eyes burn, but I held back my tears. “A mate is your better half, Beta Perez.” I choked out the words when he let out a humorless laugh. “According to me, you need a mate to satisfy your needs and maybe an heir in the long run. I think I can buy that with some money, Miss. James.” “Don’t you feel the mate bond, Beta Perez?” I asked him, but he didn’t answer. “I would have at least considered mating with you if you held a rank, Miss. James. But I don’t think I want a woman who is a nobody with a lonely mother and a runaway father.” I felt my chest rise and fall in anger while something broke within me. A tense silence engulfed us as we stared at one another. Join us in this journey where Aurora and Zander find love again as sparks ignite between them and desire crackles in the air, the tension builds, pushing them closer together. Will Zander’s feelings toward the mate bond transform as he grapples with the chemistry between them, or will fear of another heartbreak drive him to reject her? The future is uncertain, but one thing is clear: their destinies are intertwined in ways they never anticipated.

"I told you I was the real princess." "You shouldn’t have taken everything from me." "We’re so sorry, Lucy. We should have protected you, stood by you, and loved you the way you deserved," Xaden choked out, his voice thick with regret. "Help us... please," Caden pleaded, his eyes burning with unshed tears. "Don’t even think of crossing paths with me again," I hissed. "You already lost that chance." Then I turned and walked away, leaving them to their ruins. … They didn’t just doubt her. They erased her. Cast aside by her cousin, abandoned by the Alphas she was fated to love, and locked in a cell without a voice, Princess Lucy lost everything—her crown, her name, and the people who should have protected her most. But she never forgot who she was. She never stopped surviving. Now the truth has surfaced. And the kingdom that once called her a liar realizes the unthinkable: she was never to be treated that way. They destroyed the very girl who could have saved them. Only Lucy can stop the wrath building between the Alpha brothers. But the girl they betrayed is gone. In her place stands a woman forged in silence and grief. A Luna who rose from the ashes of betrayal. Forgiveness is no longer a duty. It’s a choice. And Lucy isn't sure they deserve it.

MONSTORY is a dark, character-driven dystopian fantasy set in a fractured future Seattle, where Alucards, winged beings bred in captivity, have never known freedom. Engineered for labor, silenced by law, and bound by control collars, they serve without rights, their wings bound and identities erased. Igor, once a slave in a coal mine and now a servant in the estate of a powerful human family, survives by suppressing who he truly is. But as fragments of memory return and his conditioning begins to fail, the cracks in his obedience widen. Haunted by a name he wasn’t allowed to keep, and a violence he was trained to deliver, Igor teeters between the roles of monster and man. As old power structures begin to fracture, MONSTORY explores the cost of survival in a world built on inherited cruelty. With themes of captivity, trauma, rebellion, and the aching need to be seen as human, this is a story about one enslaved Alucard's quiet war for autonomy, and the fire that might burn everything down to get it. What to Expect: - A brainwashed vampire-like weapon who might kill you... Or just spiral into an identity crisis first. - Mind games, manipulation, and memory wipes, because therapy is illegal and cults are trendy. - Slow-burn character drama where trauma is the main currency and no one gets out clean. - Rebellion run by morally bankrupt idealists. You’ll root for them. You’ll regret it. - Found family, lost family, broken family, pick your flavor of pain. - Beautiful prose with teeth. Think poetry, but it bites back. - A dark, tangled web of secrets that punishes you for trusting anyone, including the narrator. - Emotional devastation with the occasional flash of tenderness, like a knife glinting in moonlight. What Not to Expect: - OP wish-fulfillment MCs who level up by chapter 3. This isn’t that kind of grind. - A harem. Unless you count trauma bonding with your enemies. - Quirky comic relief characters. We have one guy who tells jokes. He’s not okay. - Morality that’s easy to swallow. It’s more like choking on holy water. - Fluffy romance. It’s complicated, possibly cursed, and not approved by HR. - Adults who fix things. The adults are the problem.

Dying is the world of Iverssorn, plunging evermore into despair and chaos with the rising tide of Tainted Magic sweeping over the warring Kingdoms and sowing death by the millions its master Sicelboros who Perished the Sun, when Li Tanrin was summoned from his everyday college life into the Kingdom of Moros Tyr by God, to assume the identity of a young mage called Ewan Sorrenswal, and save the world alongside the other Heroes from his homeland known as the Worldwalkers. Rising to be the Archmage of Moros Tyr, he battled the forces of Sicelboros together with the other Worldwalkers and rode peace across the boundaries of the Human Kingdoms, and he crawled his way to the top and eventually ventured into the Crimson Sands with the forces of man to slay the Titan of the White Tower. All to be betrayed by his fellow Worldwalkers. Murderers all, they stripped him of his staff and his bones they tore from his skin -they had no intention of returning home. Why would they? as they were all but gods in this land, blessed by The God who had sent them here, and so they had worked together with Sicelboros. As Li Tanrin lay there, slowly drowning in his own pool of blood, choking in the body of Ewan Sorrenswal, all his ten years of fighting for naught, he swore only revenge. Upon failure, God sent him back to earth, where he slowly reintegrated with modern society and his own college life and part-time job... waiting... until a second chance arose, to Return.

"Fate is destiny. An unmovable force that chokes the life out of everything and everyone you hold dear. It knows no emotions—neither love nor sadness, not even hate. You cannot run from it, you cannot escape it, and you cannot survive it. You can do only one thing." "What?" "Kill it. Or in your case, find the person who stole your fate and kill them”. Born in a deadly standstill between humanity and the Rache, there weren’t a lot of things that could go wrong in Jace's life. But they did. With his fate stolen and a mark upon his head, Jace will have to fight, crawl and claw his way to the thief of his fate. But fate is cruel. And Jace will be faced with the ultimate choice : Submit to Fate or break free from its chains and suffer the consequences.

[DING!] [Congratulations, APOLLYON. You have unlocked the Infernal System!] [NAME: Israfel BlüdThïrste.] [FACTION: DEMON ¢ RANK A.] [DING!] [You have ascended to the realms of man.] [CITY: The medieval Empire of Eldoria.] [ALL HAIL THE BURNING ONE!] [CONQUEST: Level Up to NINTH INFERNAL CIRCLE.] [The battle for DOMINION begins.] [SYSTEM has graciously provided the most delicious and bosomy babes to compete for MC.] [ADDITIONAL TAGS: Ruthless MC – NSFW – BDSM – Cosplay – MILF – War Crimes – Unholy Trinities – Hybrids – BDE – Smut – EVOLUTION – Succubus – Slaves – Yandere – Ascension – Gore – ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE – Anal – Dominant MC – Hentai – Lust – Demon – Extreme violence – R18 – Faceslap – Fistfights – Bestiality – Bloodsport – Exorcism – LOLITA – Brutal MC – Magic – UNDERWORLD – Politics – Demonology – Necromancer – Old Gods – Fae – Sword and Sorcery – System – Hardcore – Mermaid – Cat girls – Dragon girls – DARK – Vulgar – Epic battle – Hell Ranking – Fallen Angels – DOMINIONS – Incest – Dungeon – Leveling up – Cold MC – Sibling Lust – Taboo sex stories – MONSTER GIRLS – Debauchery – Utter fuckery – Demented SC – MANA – Invulnerable MC – Elf – Vampire – Demoness – MATURE – Murder – Psychopaths – Luciferan Bloodlines – Corruption of virtue – Chivalry – Villainy – Death – LEGION – Clashing armies – Weapons system – Resurrection.] [WARNING: This book features detailed descriptions of female humiliation, hardcore sex and depravity. There is a guaranteed Adult Chapter one out of every five. NOT FOR CHILDREN! NOT FOR SOFT HEARTS!] • FULL BLURB Israfel BlüdThïrste was born in Hel. He has lived in it all eighteen years of his life. As seventh in the bloodline of the Morningstar himself, Rafel has had a pretty fucking great life. There's spilled blood in excess. Violence to choke the gray skies. Abundant sex—depraved and hardcore. And more blood. Everything a Prince of the Abyss could desire. But Rafel has heard stories, of the world above. The world of the weak mortals whose damned souls fall endlessly through the red skies of his, to meet with perpetual torture. Stories of their fine carriages and legendary kings. Their golden sun and green earth. But mostly, their virgin women. He wishes to see it for himself. And so, when a lucky gambit with his dear Aunt, Lilith, opens up a way for him to explore the surface, Rafel hops to it. The deal is a hundred years before he has to return to his duties as Hell's Apollyon. Accompanied by his new slave, a voluptuous horned Succubus, Rafel journeys to the mortal realm, entering into the mythical lands of Eldoria as the enigmatic Earl of Emberfall, a haunted estate. But Rafel intends to rise, into the very courts of the Eldorian Queen. At least before his time runs out. And if corrupting, blackmailing, fucking, and murdering a few mortals gets in his way, so be it. This is until the haloed mess of Ravenna de Vries ends up on the grand steps of his Manor, soaking wet with a blood debt hanging over her head. Israfel had seen many beautiful women in his time, but somehow the little mortal girl is sufficient to make him rethink his gambit. Ravenna is owed to a powerful Hell Principality. And though Rafel convinces himself that building up his power ranking is solely selfish, it also has to do with going up against an ancient adversary from his home who is certain to appear just about anytime to collect what he is owed—Ravenna. She is not his responsibility, but why does Rafel feel exactly that whenever he looks at her? And suddenly for this Immortal, a hundred years is not enough to fall in love.

In the poison‑choked wreckage of a once‑blue Earth, every breath is rationed, traded, or stolen. Only a scattered few known as Bonders can share their souls with relics steeped in trauma and distill clean air from memory itself. Nineteen‑year‑old Erno Linx carries the last keepsake of his mother: a cracked, war‑era gas mask that whispers with her fading voice. Each time Erno draws on the mask’s power he carves a pocket of purified wind, but the price is a vertigo of grief—he must relive her final breath, suffocating moments. Whispers speak of the White Ring, a glittering citadel where oxygen flows like water and the sky shines the color of forgotten mornings. Erno sets out across the Gray ruins and into the Red Wastes to reach it, hunting hope while hope hunts him. Harvesters flay memories for profit, the Black Lung Guild traffics in bottled anguish, and a phantom called Bleak stitches children’s dying breaths into weapons of song. Allies are no easier to trust: a time‑fracturing street fighter who counts loyalty in seconds, a medic whose sterile pendant is erasing her humanity, a wandering bard whose laughter splinters into fear. Their motives orbit Erno like moons—bright on one side, shadowed on the other. Why do some bonds awaken on the brink of death while others devour their wielders whole? What secret did Erno’s mother seal inside the mask before she fell? And if the White Ring truly is an oasis, why does its oxygen taste faintly of ash? To uncover the truth, Erno must decide whether to shoulder the burden of every memory he purifies or break the chain and watch the world choke in silence.

**** Your pain is my joy**** **** Your laughter is my pain**** **** Your weakness is my strength**** **** Your love is my hate**** **** Your hate is my love**** In the present world where lives of the past are in it Kaden Xavier a thousand year old devil living in the present/ future waiting and biding his time for his revenge against Aria Edward. They once shared a history of love and vows but turns out to hate among the two of them, leading to Aria killing Kaden . Adrian the CEO of Lenornd company is a villain from the past always bound to Aria but fate plays a different role on him. Aria a reincarnation in the modern world and a witch from the past is not aware of her past but comes in contact with Kaden and falls in love with him and her love was the key sole to Kaden's revenge. Check out this story to uncover the strings between Aria, Kaden and Adrian it's a love and hate relationship A game of revenge,love and heartbreak ******** " You don't love me but you still keep me to see me suffering" she said with pains latched in her throat and choking in her tears he chuckles and said " your pains is my joy, your laughter is my pain, your weakness is my strength, your love is my hate and your hate is my love" saying that he left her alone in the room to pour out her sorrows.

"What if the path to becoming a hero starts with becoming the villain?" -- Humanity survives in cities suspended above a ruined Earth—skybound sanctuaries held aloft by dwindling resources harvested from the toxic, Hollowspawn-infested surface below. Only the Awakened—elite heroes blessed with magic—dare descend to keep civilization alive. But behind the glory and sacrifice lies a far more sinister truth. Kael Veyne was never meant to be a hero. Powerless, orphaned, and forgotten, he clings to a childish dream: to become the greatest Hero in history and prove his worth to a world that chewed him up and moved on. But when a mission goes fatally wrong, Kael is betrayed by the very system he swore to serve—and left to die on the ash-choked surface. But death doesn’t come. Instead, Kael awakens something ancient: a cruel power that grants him strength not through talent… but through death itself. Every kill fuels his evolution. Every victory deepens his hunger. As he carves his way through the forgotten terrors of the old world, Kael uncovers the rot beneath the surface—and above it. The war he once believed in is a lie. And the monsters below may not be the true enemy after all.

Flameborn A Myth-Inspired Fantasy Epic For centuries, the Spiral governed the world—not as a god, but as an unbroken cycle of flame, breath, and binding. Those chosen by it wielded its power, bearing the burden of fire and the weight of legacy. But Kael was not born to follow. He was born to break free. When Kael’s gift ignites without ritual, without prayer, and without permission, he is cast out as an anomaly—dangerous, unstable, and unfit to inherit the sacred flame. Yet in exile, Kael discovers a truth hidden even from the Flamebinders: the Spiral is not a gift. It is a chain. From wind-choked cliffs to buried vaults of memory, Kael journeys across a land woven with forgotten powers and fractured myths. Guided by unlikely allies—a silent wind-dancer, a haunted child, a scholar of dying gods—Kael must confront the Spiral’s keepers, unravel its origins, and answer a burning question: What remains when the fire is no longer sacred?

"Kael, what do you want to be when you grow up...? I'm sure it's a doctor." "No—an engineer." "You’ll make your family proud." Kael was just an average high school student—nothing special, nothing extraordinary. His life had one aim: to become successful. Not because he wanted to, but because that was what everyone expected. His family, his teachers, even his friends—they all had the same dream in mind: doctor or engineer. So he followed along, silently, diligently. But the deeper he walked that path, the more hollow he became. And then, one day, without warning, everything ended. He died. Yet fate had other plans—reincarnation. Reborn in a world of magic and swords, Kael found himself in a simple household, tucked away in a faraway village of the Ernia Kingdom. He was given a second chance but he seemed destined for the same mediocrity... until the day he met her. Nyx, the seductive Goddess of Lust. "Welcome to the World of Lust," her voice purred. "Indulge in lust, amass lust points, and wield them to unlock pleasures that mortal minds can’t fathom—items, abilities, and ecstasies that will make you a god among men." Her lips grazed his ear, voice softening further, "Lush milfs, noble ladies, princesses, queens, elves... all on your feet—ready to throw away their titles just for a night with you." "And remember this—on the path of Lust, there is no sin, no taboo, no morality that binds you. Love, lust, seduction, domination… all of them are tools, weapons. Your desire is your sword. Your charm, your shield. This world labeled lust as a sin because they feared its true power. But you.” The voice grew seductive: “You will become the one who proves that lust, in its purest form, is divine.” *** [Huge Harem] [In Depth R-18] [Hardcore Fetishes] [Extreme Sex] [Gore] [Big Boobs] [MILF] [Best Girls] [Anal] [Threesome] [Foursome] [N-some] [Big ass] [Impregnation] Some extra tags: R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Blowjob | Thick | Thicc | Milf | Gilf | Choking | Out doors | Humiliation | Nymph | Bdsm | Action | Demon | Handsome MC | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Wise | Spitting | Slapping [No NTR - No sharing - No mind control - No drugs or potions that influence the girls. A lot of Netori and Stealing] Contains long and detailed smut.

After eons of silence, the Creator himself descends... not as a king, but as a beggar. In the filth-choked gutters of Orivalt, where gods feast on mortals and kings sell souls for gold, a new force rises — a weakling named Ravi, broken, starving, unblessed. But hidden behind those shattered eyes is something ancient. Something... divine. He is the Original. The Architect. The forgotten God who forged reality itself. Stripped of his omnipotence, Ravi must crawl through the grime of his own failed creation. He will feel every cut, every betrayal, and every scream as he delivers brutal, soul-crushing justice — not with sermons... but with slaughter. With each step, he reshapes the world, gaining loyal followers, feared enemies, and a dangerous harem of deadly women drawn to his merciless might and unknowable allure. The age of mercy has ended. Now begins... The Slum God's Decree.