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Call me Shinobi-sama!

In the blood-soaked shadows of Ancient Japan, one name struck terror into the hearts of daimyō and demons alike. Akira Minato, King of the Shinobi. He slaughtered ten thousand Taira Samurai with his bare hands. He burned Demon Temples, butchered Shoguns and painted shrines with their entrails. He was the true legend of Japan, the nightmare everybody prayed to be delivered from. One quiet night, while chasing a mysterious treasure, he stumbled upon the Ultimate Oni. His escape plan backfired, and he was forced to seal it with his own soul, accidentally dying in a so-called "glorious sacrifice." And then he woke up in 2025 Tokyo. In a teenage body. Wearing cat-print pajamas. With his powers sealed. And outside, monsters were growing more aggressive. JINKOKU, the Monster Hunting Authority of Japan, was recruiting anyone who can fight them… even if they keep asking dispatch for backup to fight 'those cursed giant centipede monsters under the station.' With no powers, no money, and no way home, Akira Minato had no choice but to take up the blade once more, this time as a registered monster hunter. He would reclaim his strength, find a way back to his era, and if fate was merciful, win the heart of the girl who looked exactly like the one he failed to save. Same voice. Same face. Same name: Princess Yuki. He was once the hegemon of the ninja world. Now he’s broke, underpaid, and hopelessly in love with the nation’s Princess. But even in this ridiculous age… You will call him Shinobi-sama.
HungryShinobi · 38.5K Views

Don’t Call Me Director

Don Victor, the notorious Underworld Boss, known by his alias SKULL, is a figure whose true name and face remain a mystery to all except his inner circle. To the world, SKULL is a terrifying legend whose very name sends chills down spines. No one dares to challenge him, as he has ruthlessly eliminated anyone who tried, leaving only whispers of his terror behind. Those who managed to survive did so by fading into the shadows, too afraid to even think of revenge. The fear he instills is unmatched, and his power over the underworld is absolute. Yet, behind the ruthless exterior, Don Victor has one weakness: his obsession with movies, particularly the works of his favorite director, Tames Kamron. He watches his films on repeat, each time getting lost in the emotions, the betrayals, and the action—sometimes even firing a gun when the tension peaks. His love for cinema borders on the obsessive, with his emotions swinging from tears to rage at the flick of a switch. "Boss... Director Tames Kamron is retiring." "What? No... I can't accept this. I'll kidnap him and make him make films for me!" But fate had a different plan. Bang... And just like that, the mighty underworld boss met his end. But the story doesn't end there. Don Victor opens his eyes in another world, with his life hanging by a thread. [Make a movie in one year, or your life is over.] Now, in a strange new world, Don Victor must face a new set of challenges, where the stakes are higher than ever before. Will he overcome this new challenge or will his reign as SKULL truly come to an end?
Rotewad · 4.1K Views

Heaven Hates Me, So I’ll Burn It Down

“This is a story of Yun Mu, the reincarnation of Sun Wukong. He who defies, and he who obtained freedom.” ________________________________________ The gods rule supreme as their palaces float above storm-wracked mountains. Their decrees shape karma, bind fate, and silence resistance, and below them, the mortal world suffers. It is a realm crushed under sacred law, divine taxation, and eternal servitude. To be born mortal is to be born beneath a chain. Long ago, one being dared to challenge this divine order. A trickster. A warrior. A beast. He rose from earth and storm, wielding a staff that cracked mountains and laughter that shook the stars. He defied heaven, tore down its armies, and for a moment, made the gods afraid. But the heavens did not lose, and the Monkey King was defeated. His name erased. His soul scattered. Centuries have passed, and now a boy with no lineage, no sect, and no status survives as a fighter-for-hire in the shattered borderlands of the world. He’s fast, too fast. Strong, too strong. And when pushed to the brink, his eyes burn with golden fire, and his enemies fall like leaves. He doesn’t know who he is. But the gods do, and they are watching. As hidden cults, broken immortals, and beast clans begin to stir, rumors spread of the rebellious Monkey King, a soul too wild to die, walking once more in human flesh. Bound by fate, hunted by heaven, and crowned by no one, but when the heavens come for him again, this time, he won’t bow.
HouseOfLee · 1.7K Views

Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!Ahmet's laughter was like a slap in the face. "You think you're in a position to negotiate with me?" he sneered. "I don't think so, Asli. You'll do what I say, or suffer the consequences. Do you want more time to outsmart me? No.” She could play his game. She certainly could do that before she finally killed him. A mischievous grin formed on her lips. "What would you gain from sleeping with me?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. "You're not exactly known for your romantic conquests. And we're rivals, not to mention the fact that our families would kill us if they found out." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "So, what's the real motive here? What could you possibly gain from this?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Asli wondered if she had caught him off guard. But then, Ahmet's smooth voice came back, dripping with confidence. "I’m glad to know you are well-informed about my romantic conquests. Let's just say, Asli, that I have my reasons. And as for what I'd gain… well, that's for me to know and you to find out." His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to tread carefully. She wasn’t going to win this against him. “Show me what proof you have and I will give in to your demands.” With that, she hung up the call, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at being the one to end the conversation this time. She was the only woman in the male-dominated Mafia world. Did he think he could subdue her so easily?
Chrissie_Swift · 319.7K Views

After Turning Down the Proposal, The Whole World Waits For Me to Remarry

In the Civil Affairs Bureau, her stepsister and fiancé secretly signed their marriage certificate, and she happened to see it. Therefore, Xiao Yu was publicly annulled in front of everyone. Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, she looked at the man who shared the same fate as her and smiled as she approached him. "Sir, since we're in the same boat, why don't we make do and get our marriage certificate too? We can't let the idiots get ahead of themselves, right?" "Sure, but we have to fulfill all obligations as husband and wife. I'm not interested in a fake marriage." The man's eyes were filled with the overbearingness and anger of a man who just got dumped. When the woman heard that, she laughed coldly and said, "Of course, I'm not interested in a fake marriage either. After we get married, we'll be just any typical husband and wife." Hence, the couple bonded by such a ludicrous marriage started working together to torture those who wronged them. The two of them held the grandest wedding of the century. They were both talented and beautiful, like a match made in heaven. In public, he doted on her to the heavens, stirring up people's envy. Behind public scrutiny, he often acted indifferently toward her like she was a stranger. He was akin to an actor who performed his role as a man seeking revenge so perfectly. Xiao Yu did not blame her husband for not loving her because they agreed to this union to have their revenge on their exes after all. Moreover, she was ready to go through a divorce anytime. After all, all shows would come to an end. After their divorce, Xiao Yu forwent everything and was about to start her life anew. Never did she expect that the strong-headed, cruel man in her previous marriage grew so distraught due to his inability to let her go. You Cheng, "Wifey, come home with me! Let's remarry!" Xiao Yu, "Haven't we agreed to stay out of each other's sight forever?" You Cheng, "Then, you have to return what you've stolen from me." Xiao Yu replied somewhat nervously, "What is it?" You Cheng said in a voice that was dripping with love, "My heart. You stole my heart." Xiao Yu patted her chest in relief, "You nearly killed me with the suspense. I thought you're here for your son! Your heart, right? That's nothing important. Here, I've returned it to you." You Cheng, "..."
ACEE · 228.6K Views

The Mafia Boss Calls Me His Little Ancestor

The monsoon season of Nanyang carried a humid sensuality as Liao Qiao pushed open the hotel’s carved wooden doors, only to overhear Shang Lu’s mocking sneer: “Are you following me? Still not over me?” A sharp reprimand cut through the drama. “Show some respect to your sister-in-law!” The shadow of a black shirt swept over Liao Qiao’s shoulder. Shang Yu exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze dropping to the crumpled figure on the floor. “Take him to the Dark Hall,” he ordered, his voice like glacial steel. Liao Qiao studied the man’s chiseled profile. This was Shang Yu, the ruthless tycoon of Nanyang. He stood at the rain-soaked veranda, cigarette smoke curling around him, the faint scent of snow pine lingering in the air—a blade sheathed in elegance. Their next meeting unfolded in the underground lounge of a nightclub. Liao Qiao sipped a Mojito, watching Shang Yu stub out his cigar with a snap. “Mr. Yan requests your presence.” Before the bodyguard could finish, she sauntered into the private room. Under crystal chandeliers, Shang Lu retched into a toilet bowl while Shang Yu tapped his fingers on the marble table. “Explain the annulment yourself.” Before the words echoed, Liao Qiao leaned against the doorframe, spinning a car key between her fingers. “I heard Mr. Shang owns a Maybach. Care to lend it for a spin?” On the manicured lawns of Nan Yang Manor, Shang Yu knelt to tend to a cut on her ankle. Liao Qiao traced the mole near his eye, laughter bubbling. “So anxious, Mr. Shang? Could it be…” His hands yanked her into an embrace, his palm pressing against her wounded back. “If it hurts, bite me.” The night Shang Lu’s yacht exploded, Liao Qiao stood by the manor’s floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Shang Yu’s silhouette rigid against the lightning-flashed horizon. Thunder cracked. For the first time, she understood why her father called her “Nanyang’s curse”—she had a knack for shattering and reshaping the trajectories of those around her without rhyme or reason. When Shang Yu returned from Palma, he pressed a platinum card into her palm. “Want to see where you were born?” Liao Qiao traced the intricate engravings, finally deciphering the truth in her father’s indulgent eyes—she was never just a heiress. She was the wildfire he’d always kept burning in his palm.
Js_Hs_0149 · 54.3K Views
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