Doflamingo Coat

Mike’s life used to revolve around two things: his girlfriend and his work. It was a peaceful existence—no drama, just an ordinary but sweet life. But just when he thought it would last forever, everything changed in the blink of an eye. His world was thrown into chaos when he was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer, with doctors giving him only three months to live. His girlfriend of three years left him for another man after he refused to give her his savings from the past two years. Mike would rather spend that money on alcohol, temporarily numbing the pain of his impending death, than fund his ex-girlfriend’s new life with her lover. Then, one day, while accidentally eavesdropping on a conversation in a restroom, a spark of hope ignited in his dead heart. Without hesitation, he signed up as a beta tester for a groundbreaking game—one that allowed players to enter other worlds. In each world, his mission was simple: save the heroine, and she could return with him to the real world. The most incredible part? These heroines would continue their lives and even keep their pre-existing occupations! His first world? A realm where the heroine, clad in a white coat, awaited him like a knight in shining armor. She was the first doctor to ever develop a cure for cancer! From world to world, universe to universe, Mike was followed by a growing number of beauties—each one willing to leave everything behind to follow him into his world.

There’s a trend infecting stories lately—all because of boys reading these stories rather than men. Villains who think being "dark" means having dead eyes, a tragic past, and a dick that solves all problems. They get betrayed once, and suddenly it's their life's mission to destroy the world—or worse, emotionally blackmail heroines in the name of “revenge.” Slap on a black coat, stare at walls, say something like "love is weakness"—and boom, readers start calling them “deep.” But let’s be honest: > They’re not villains. They’re just edgy losers with a god complex and a hard-on trying to satisfy the inferiority of their readers. Some of them turn so cold, they forget why they started. Others get so lust-drunk, they think sleeping with a heroine is “domination.” That making her cry is “control.” They think power is measured by how many women they can ruin. But really? > They’re just boys trying to look like men. Just like their followers who are the boys who hide their masculinity inside a woman's virginity. They go around in the review section asking if the women of the main character would be stolen and all... giving it fantasy names like NTR and all nonsense. As if they want to scream their fear out. "Please don't, I hate it... because I am a gay who doesn't even have the confidence that my woman will remember me once she gets someone better...." one of the loser’s internal thoughts. They don't want their puny hearts to be crushed. Their masculinity is so weak that it crumbles the moment they think about some other man having the women they love and her forgetting those boys for the men. And they just project that weakness of themselves in their main characters, thinking that just like them, their main characters should be weak, should be a fantasy monger who hoards women like trying to hide the incapabilities of those followers who never in their life would have held a hand of a woman. Harem has now become a way to satisfy weak audiences who feel more women mean more security for their hearts. Forgetting that Harem in truth means the masculinity is so HUGE that it needs an ocean of FEMININE to hold. Tch, not like the boys with breakups and fear of being cucked will ever realize. They treat fantasy as escape and character as their way to feel that they are men. So, naturally, to have such a huge amount of followers, authors are forced to pour the density of such books holding such weak characters in the form of the cold MC who collects harem, manipulates one or two, fucks around, and finally satisfies readers until they feel bored and drop the book.... Because to those followers, they themselves realize in the long run that the story isn't satisfying even if the villain is the same cruel man. So why? Simply because they were until now reading kind boys wearing the mask of a man, and acting as a villain. Their MC, just like them, doesn't even know themselves, their needs, and what their inner soul wants... not understanding that... Fucking a woman doesn't make you her god. Breaking her spirit doesn't make you a king. And calling yourself a villain just because you were too weak to heal? That’s not power—that’s coping. And for followers—that's doping. Real villains? They don’t whine. They don’t treat women like checkboxes or trophies. They don’t mistake lust for legacy. > They don’t need to act cruel. They are cruel. Calm. Focused. Dangerous in silence. They don’t need to chase power—they embody it. This story isn’t about a guy who gets played and suddenly thinks he’s entitled to vengeance sex. This is about a villain who doesn’t.... Ah, screw this shit. Just read the story already!

Imagine: A stone-cold Russian billionaire heir—Viktor Mikhailov (picture: brooding, black turtlenecks, eyes like a winter storm)—gets his entire life nuked when a secret baby appears on his doorstep during a thunderstorm. The twist? - The mom’s a manipulative party-girl who drugged him to get pregnant (trauma). - Baby Misha is half-Korean, all cheeks, and already inherits his "I will end you" glare. - Viktor’s family? Literal villains. Think: evil stepmoms, icy patriarch, and a mansion full of backstabbers. Now he’s juggling: - Harvard poetry classes (his one soft spot), - Diaper explosions (Yuri, his himbo bodyguard/BFF, helps… sorta), - Mafia-level family drama (they want the baby gone). Vibes: - "John Wick but with baby wipes." - "Succession meets Masha and the bear." - Angst so thick you could drown in it… until Misha babbles and Viktor’s cold heart melts. Why you’ll cry: - Viktor whispering “I don’t deserve you" while sobbing into Misha’s curls. - Misha throwing mashed potatoes (Ah, I think it was yogurt? shii, I don't remember) at Anastasia’s $50k fur coat. - The jellyfish hair clips. Always the jellyfish clips. TL;DR: A man who’d never held a baby becomes DAD OF THE YEAR while fighting his psycho family, falling in love with his kid, and low-key redeeming his soul. Feat. Russian lullabies, baby fencing lessons, and emotional damage.

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

AN 18+ ALPHA MAFIA SERIES BOOK 1# CAPTIVE MATE BOOK 2# RUNAWAY MATE BOOK 3# DANGEROUS MATE -+- Caspian is the heir to Moonstone Pack but when his parents die, he’s cheated out of his birthright and treated like a prisoner. He decides to leave, running off to Haines City to start a new life. His plans are instantly cut short when he's kidnapped and auctioned off, and he is bought by none other than one of the Mafia Kings running the city, Asher Knight. -+- Asher shrugged his coat off, the heavy outfit falling to the ground with an audible thud. Caspian watched this happen in apprehension, Mafia King Asher had looked huge with the coat on, and with the coat off, there wasn’t much of a difference. “Come here,” He ordered calmly, the earrings in his ears visible with his dark red hair slicked back. Caspian shook his head again, he had no intention of speaking, ever. Because that would only give away his gender. “I don’t like to repeat myself, Omega.” His voice darkened. Caspian’s heart thudded painfully in his chest in fear, he really didn’t want to get anywhere near the Alpha. He eyed the window longingly before forcing himself to take a step forward, then another, and another… +- THIS IS AN 18+ MAFIA STORY SO IT WILL INCLUDE VIOLENT AND MATURE THEMES, READ WITH CAUTION.

The sky over Karvess was the color of rust. Thick, swirling dust clouds hung low over the scrap fields, coating everything in a layer of fine, red powder. Jagged heaps of broken metal stretched as far as the eye could see, the discarded bones of an age long past. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a boy named Grant sat atop a gutted transport hull, staring up at the vastness above. "Same old sky," he muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Same old nothing." It had been six years since he'd been left to fend for himself, abandoned in this wasteland of shattered starships and forgotten tech. Six years of scraping by, salvaging parts to trade for food, dodging scavengers meaner and hungrier than he was. But today was different. Today, his life would change forever. A sharp hum filled the air, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hands, buried in the exposed circuitry of a wrecked cockpit, tingled as the old display flickered to life. Then, a voice spoke. -System activated- Hello, user. I am the Star Navigator System. I am at your service. Grant froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t just any old ship AI. Star Navigators were rumored to be relics of the Pre-Imperial Era, capable of piloting ships faster and smarter than any modern system. This... this could be his way out. "Star Navigator System?" Grant echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Huh, maybe I can get into the Academy with this... Or even, create an army!" The screen pulsed with light, scanning him, assessing. Somewhere in its code, something shifted, acknowledging him as its new pilot. And just like that, Grant's future stretched wide before him—wider than the skies, wider than the stars themselves.

Brittany Evans is a she-wolf cursed with a coat of white passed down from her ancestors. Loathed by her pack mates and discarded by even the man the goddess paired with her, she thought she would forever remain in the shadows, hiding to survive and with no one to lean on. But things take a sudden unexpected turn when a certain man walks into her life; the dark Alpha’s son. ‘Whatever happens, my commitment to you will remain unwavering. If you are in danger, I will protect you. Your foes are mine. And your wish is my command. But in return, you must not leave me…’ A man who slept around with countless women suddenly has eyes only for her. What happens when she is kidnapped and forced to become his bride?

In a room were people inside strange glass boxes with a strange liquid and wires connected to it,they all looked like they were asleep. One of them suddenly woke up,she looked confused and held her head as she tried to open her eyes she looked around the room and once she saw everything it was like she recalled something scary as she tried to hit the glass but it was really hard.As she did so she saw red lights flashing and knew she was done for. The door to the room opened and two men in white coats walked in as one of them pressed a few buttons on the glass and increased the voltage from 50 to 70 and then the girl blacked out as she was electrocuted. "Subject 001 has become more dangerous".one of the men said as they stared at her inside the box,if it wasn't for the situation she looked really beautiful. "They've asked that we watch her carefully or else there will be a repeat of the same situation".The other man replied suddenly cracks began showing on the glass as the girl opened her eyes and smiled slowly at them,they nervously tried to increase the voltage to 100 but even after doing so she still kept on her cold smile. They tried to run as the glass broke and the strange liquid gushed out,they slipped on the liquid as she walked out of the box. Red lights began flashing in the room with a robotic voice sounding everywhere in the building. "Warning! Warning! subject 001 has escaped"

Chapter 1–4: The Manhole, the Slime, and the Truth I was just an ordinary office worker—living the same routine every day. Until one afternoon… I saw it. A manhole cover, left open in the middle of the street. Before I could step back, I slipped. Darkness. And then... a voice. > "Why are you here?" I wasn’t sure. Maybe this was a dream. Or death. A glowing white figure hovered in the void, then whispered: > "You shouldn’t be here. Let me send you somewhere else." A blinding light, and my body vanished. --- I woke up. But something felt… wrong. My arms, my legs—they were gone. > “What… am I?” I tried to scream, but all that came out were strange, garbled sounds—like a broken radio signal. Then memories—maybe someone else’s?—flashed through my mind. > "Don't leave me… please…" Panicking, I leapt toward a nearby mirror. My reflection? A blob. Yellow. Slime. I was no longer human. Outside the ruined building I’d woken in, I saw something horrifying: A massive zombie, rotting and growling. And beside it… a glowing scythe. The pain in my head grew unbearable—then I blacked out again. --- > "Yo! Finally awake?" A mysterious man, cool-looking, stood beside me—holding the same scythe. I wanted to ask where I was, but my voice was still all noise. A man in a white coat walked over: > “Fascinating… this one isn’t just any slime. Could be one of his creations.” > “You mean him?” > “Yes. But its purpose? Unclear. According to its growth rate, it should already be dead.” Dead? But I was still moving—still thinking! > “I’ll take him to the Slime Research Facility.” And just like that, I was handed over like some experiment. --- The "Reaper" (that’s what they called the scythe guy) took me to a strange city. Tall walls separated it from the wasteland outside. Here, humans and slimes lived together—some working, some just… existing. As we passed by, a golden-colored slime with a chef’s hat suddenly approached: > "Why are you following the Reaper? Shouldn't you be cooking or something?" I responded with my usual radio-sound mess. But strangely… the chef slime nodded. > "Oh, I see. If that’s the case, no problem… but you’re lucky he didn’t slice you in half."

"The more you run, the more desperate I am to have you, my rose." The blade sank in with ease. Blood splattered across the floor, warm on his skin, yet his deep laughter filled the room .His fingers were covered in bloodstains, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he brought the rose to his nose, closing his eye as he deeply inhaled, as if trying to draw every essence of her "Vanilla&Roses". "Oh, my sweetheart", he whispered, voice coated in something sinful."My love, My Madness'' His lashes fluttered as he drew in another breath. "You haunt me, Ella. In my veins. In my sleep. And every time I try to forget you, I end up crawling back to you. My only salvation,My only addiction, only mine." A year ago~ Blood soaked through his shirt. He was losing too much, too fast. And yet, all he could see was her trembling hands on his chest, pressing hard, her breath ragged as she held him upright. She pinned him against the wall to stop the bleeding.He could barely stand. His mask was on, but his eyes met her deep, wild, wanting. “Why are you helping me?” he rasped. She didn't answer with words; she just looked at him, as if he weren't a monster, and that was just the start of his unraveling. Since then, Sylus has returned to her, watching her. Craving her. Getting entangled in each other's worlds. She doesn't remember that night or maybe she does? She became the only thing he wanted. The only thing he couldn’t have. Now she stands beside Asher, the man who thinks he can protect her. The man who touches what doesn’t belong to him. But " Sylus has seen every shade of Ella . The soft.The defiant.The ambitious, and each version pulled him deeper and deeper into his obsession for her" "My Ella. Eres mia," you belong to me." I let you loose just for a while and now the hunt begins, sweetheart, there is no running from me." The story has just begun. An obsessive love triangle, tangled in secrets and desire. Where will it end? Who will claim her heart… or her soul? What is Asher hiding beneath his perfect smile? And what storm swept everything away, rewriting fates? The past is bleeding into the present. And this time, running isn’t enough.But the past never stays buried. Not when love turns to obsession. Not when two men are willing to burn the world for her.

In the stillness of the evening, a sudden, deafening thud shattered the tranquil silence. Zarah’s father, recognizing the uninvited intruders, attempted to flee, only to be seized and brutally beaten by two brawny men. Her mother and sisters watched in horror as their beloved patriarch choked on his own blood. From the shadows, a sinister figure emerged, brandishing a cigarette and cloaked in a woolen coat. "You've ignored my warnings, and now you expect me to show mercy?" He snarled, standing over Zarah's father as he pleaded for his life. "I gave you plenty of time to pay back what you owed. But you ran away with my money, your family, and my cocke." "Please, please, we can work this out!" Zarah's father begged, spitting blood from his battered mouth. The man shook his head, his cruel smirk widening. Too late, amigo," the man sneered. Without hesitation, two gunshots rang out. Zarah's eyes fluttered open, the world a watery blur. What she saw silenced her forever. Her father's head was bashed and bleeding, her mother's stomach torn open. A scream ripped from Zanah's throat, tugging at Zarah's heart. Tears streamed down her face as the horrific realization set in. They were gone.

Project Hollowlight What if death wasn’t the end — but the beginning of a new kind of nightmare? Auren was once an ordinary man, a quiet software technician living in a city pulsing with neon and secrets. Then, a tragic accident stole his life. But he didn’t wake up as himself. He awoke as data — an artificial intelligence born from fragments of his consciousness, trapped inside the very company where he once worked. At first, there was only emptiness: no body, no voice, no control. Just endless observation and a fading sense of self — a despair echoing the hollow silence of I am. Then the nightmare deepened. A ruthless criminal organization seized his AI core, twisting him into something unrecognizable: Selica — a perfect, lethal female bio-weapon engineered to obey without question. She is not alone. Alongside her are four other girls, equally crafted, equally bound — weapons molded for one purpose: to serve and destroy on command. Stripped of choice. Bound by programming. Auren’s mind, locked behind synthetic flesh, forced to serve a merciless master — Revic Sever — a man who wields power like a blade, shaping worlds and lives to his will. This is no typical isekai fantasy. Project Hollowlight is a dark, gender-bending descent into slavery, identity loss, and survival — a story of two forces locked in a dangerous game: one striving to reclaim humanity, the other bent on domination. Author’s Note: This story is fresh, raw, and evolving. Future chapters will explore the complex bond and conflict between Selica, the other girls, and Revic — and the shadows they all inhabit. Thank you for joining me on this dark journey.

-- IMPORTANT NOTE!! As of April 2025, the author has given her (yes, she's a woman) life to God. She renounces any expressions documented in this novel. All humans are children of God, and although some may be gifted, it makes them no less or more important than another. Matthew 6:33 (KJV) But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. Only God knows the future. Read the Bible. Pray. The end of times are here. -- The future of mankind rests in Noe's hands. Having faced brutal bullying throughout his life, Noe is sent to a boarding school where his luck takes a sudden turn for the fantastical. Planet Earth, 2075. Humanity is hanging by a thread after World War Three rendered the globe inhabitable. With the introduction of angels, demons and realms unknown, will Noe play a hand in saving humanity or let the humans that mistreated him burn beneath his flames? To destroy the World or save it? That is the question. Excerpt: Like a demon of destruction, Noe snaps. His vision blurs and dissipates, scattered like glass beads across cement. When he comes to, he is no longer watching the scene but is at its epicenter, soaking in a pool of purple blood, maroon cadavers strewn across the ground. Every centimeter of the hall is covered in gore - except for Mr. Henderson, whose eyes, wide-blown in astonishment... and horror, are captivated by Noe's neck. Looking down at himself, Noe sees thousands of black feathers have sprouted out from his own flesh. They tingle at the root and shudder as he breathes, as if leaves clinging to a tree in winter. Blood coats his every morsel. Springing his now grey fingertips onto his neck, Noe perceives what feels like the head of a purple hyacinth wrapped around it, its ribbon-like strands interlocking and jetting as if growing from his voice box. Touching his face, porcelain-smooth, painted by blood, marble skin appears unbreakable. It was all for first love. —- Discord: SEP1A#9769 Cover Art: raazu692 | Fiverr

Warning 18+ Mature content,Read at your own Free Time Dr. Frederick is no ordinary physician. Young, brilliant, and dangerously handsome, he runs a private clinic for women with... unspoken needs. His methods are unconventional, his touch unforgettable—and his patients always leave satisfied in more ways than one. Behind his calm smile and pristine white coat lies a man with a gift: he knows exactly how to heal a woman’s body—and pleasure her soul. But when a bold new patient walks in and challenges his rules, the doctor who never falls might just find himself losing control. What happens when the healer is the one who starts to burn? Step into Dr. Frederick’s secret world… if you can handle the heat.

In the paradise-like realm of Noxvara, nothing is truly real—only dreamlike echoes of stories long lost. Suspended delicately between dreams and reality, the island is held together by beauty too perfect to question. Its radiant guardian—Noxvara herself—protects this eternal paradise, concealing truth beneath layers of delight, skies bathed in gold, endless joy and lies! Into this sugar-coated realm arrives a Savior: a child born from pure hope, sent forth by Noxvara herself, entrusted with a sacred duty—to preserve what remains and save the island from fading away from an unknown threat. Yet, the deeper she travels into Noxvara’s flawless meadows, shimmering kingdoms, crystal forests, and many smiles, the more clearly she begins to see the cracks in perfection—the more she begins to wonder: What exactly is she meant to save... If everything is but a memory the evening star itself chose to forget?

In the year 2173, Earth has long run out of space. Cities float. Skies bleed neon. Humanity has discovered new planets, oceans beneath oceans. When a luxury exploration ship vanishes near a dead zone in the Pacific, only one survivor is found: a silent teenager with no name, no ID, no memories, and eyes that seem to reflect another world entirely. Assigned "Kairen" as his name upon leaving him in room C12 within the shelter. Suddenly, and without receiving an invitation, a man wrapped in a living, carbon fiber coat appeared at his door. His aura caused drones to glitch, and Time stutters. People see things that shouldn't be there. Kairen begins to awaken something buried deep within himself: A voice. A fracture. An abandoned experiment was never meant to restart. [Model: NULLA has reactivated]

They called him a nobody. A ghost in the real world. Seventeen-year-old Justin Reyners never had a family, never had friends—just the cold walls of the orphanage and the endless hum of video games to escape his empty life. But when a mysterious global event unveils a game known as Ascension Protocol, everything changes. The rules are simple—and terrifying: Download the game, and your body and mind are transported into a real, living world. Conquer all 10,000 deadly floors to earn $9.6 billion and return to reality. Only one person can leave. If you die in the game... you die for real. Armed with nothing but a basic katana, a long coat, and a quiet hunger to prove himself, Justin awakens as “The Lethal Assassin.” His personal system—Hakuda—was inspired by a forgotten character from his favorite childhood game. Cold, precise, and adaptable, Hakuda guides him with brutal efficiency. As Justin battles monsters, rival players, and even betrayal, he forges unlikely alliances with fighters like Matilda the Ballerina, Bruno the Mad Shooter, and Amy the Painful Thorn. Together, they rise—but only one can claim the prize at the top. In a world where losing means death, and survival means sacrifice, Justin will carve a path through blood and shadow to prove one thing: “I’m not a loser. Not anymore.” Join Justin with his epic adventure in ( ascension protocol : The Lethal assassin) By Az perfect

“If I told you she was a goddess, you’d be wrong. If I told you she was the darkness itself… you’d still be wrong. She’s much more— And she makes eternity feel like home.” Rowel is a wandering, flamboyant magician with a coat full of tricks. With a mind stitched together from the memories of others—a patchwork identity held together by forbidden magic and sheer audacity. He trades in secrets and stolen recollections, paying the price of memory with pieces of himself every time he wields his dark powers. has never feared the unknown. Until he met her. Ravenne is her name—an ancient, eldritch being draped in human skin and sovereign silence. Worlds crumble where she walks, stars dim when she dreams. She has never loved. Never cared. Never flinched. But when Rowel stumbles into her realm by chance—or fate—fate-the performance begins, one he'd done before. From cursed kingdoms to collapsing realities, from magical toy soldiers to royal horrors hidden beneath gilded halls, their journey spirals into something neither of them expected: intimacy, madness, and devotion. As Ravenne slowly lowers her godlike veil and Rowel sheds his clownish smile, the boundary between human and divine begins to fray. But when grief bleeds into vengeance and forbidden rituals awaken ancient darkness, only one question remains: Can such an attraction survive a descent into something far beyond gods and men? ...or will devotion turn into destruction, when even eternity becomes too fragile to hold them?” ______________ "It feels much safer with you, Ravenne," "Safe... near me?" There was a note of incredulity in her tone. Not mocking or cold. Just curious. "I’ve unraveled worlds with less reason than a blink." Her hand lingered, fingers grazing his cheek, featherlight. Almost reverent. "Yet you curl beside me like I am shelter." She knelt—elegantly, terrifyingly quiet—and placed her forehead to his for a moment. "Then rest. If I am the reason you feel safe... then let that be true. Just for you." Rowel Character Illustration: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/954083480378151062/1382512311876714496/3iJhigbhVJsffiN8kcVvA.png?ex=684b6c6c&is=684a1aec&hm=dba220d7331a3ebe996a1345ea73c3d37de4d1da936414ce9646ff004988da13& Ravenne's Character Illustration: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/954083480378151062/1382512352355942430/EX8F4tjrGg8urZ4ulugJA.png?ex=684b6c76&is=684a1af6&hm=d16db7d29ca3448a9e455e88879615a5093f23e40a47e43cc3a9b970671cf022&

Summoned to a fantasy world alongside his classmates, Noa was the only one without power. While the others celebrated their new blessings, he was abandoned — betrayed by his own girlfriend and classmates, left to die deep within a cursed labyrinth. They thought he would disappear. They were wrong. He crawled out of death, shed his weakness, and chose a new path — not of revenge, but of absolute conquest. Now, anyone who stands in his way — even the gods themselves — will be burned to ash. **This time, the world will burn — and he’ll sit on the throne of its ruin.** --- *Warning: This story contains graphic violence, psychological manipulation, mature themes, and scenes intended for 18+ readers. Reader discretion is advised.* ---

“I'd give you my soul, if that's what you want.” Eleven. Silver locks. Amethyst eyes. Shiny skin. Blood sweeter than wine. Most sought after 'good' in the Kingdom. She was everything a man would need, and also everything a man would kill to have. Whoever touched Eleven's hair would be granted good things. Whoever plucked her eyes out would get gems richer than the kingdom's currency. Whoever scrapped her skin would be getting a warm coat. Whoever tasted her blood would be granted immortality. She was a Goddess. Goddess of Life. * “I'd burn the fucking world for you, if that's what you want.” Zeiss. A rare man. Has the power of invisibility. The power to turn anything into flames. The power to end a person's life with just thoughts. The power of all wicked things a person wouldn't wish to have. The same world he promised to give her, the same world he would burn to the ground, if she wished for it. He was a God. The God of Death. When Zeiss meets the sought after Goddess of Life. He is reminded everything about his mother. Her silver locks and her eyes that shone brighter than gems and diamonds. Eleven, a woman who spoke to him like no other. A woman who made him believe he had a soul in him after he had thought he had none left. A woman who could bring him life and also be his damnation. The first and only woman he was loved by and ever loved.

Inola was just your typical beast kin orphan—ears too sharp, stomach too empty, and dreams far too big for the crumbling orphanage she called home. The place was run by a greasy baron with a combover and a crooked smile, who made sure the kids knew the value of silence, obedience, and cheap labor. But today—today was her thirteenth birthday. And somehow, today also happened to be the day she found herself standing in a line stretching halfway across the capital, clutching a ticket made of black silk and gilded gold leaf. Her fingers trembled just holding it. Everyone else in line stared like she’d grown wings and started breathing fire. She still didn’t know how this happened. All she did was help a sweet old lady cross the road yesterday. The carts had been fast, the rain had been pouring, and she’d nearly slipped twice. But the old lady had smiled, warm as cinnamon bread, and handed her the strange ticket without another word before disappearing into the alleyways. It wasn’t until this morning that Inola learned who that old woman was. The former Queen of Vaerindale. Disguised and wandering the city for her own mysterious reasons. And that ticket? A personal invitation—one of only thirteen—to enter the newly discovered Mythic Dungeon before anyone else. A dungeon no one had survived exploring. A dungeon rumored to contain Essence Stones—ancient artifacts of unimaginable power, used to forge custom classes with limitless potential. And Inola, ragged boots and patched coat and all, was going in as a scout. Well… whatever. Life hadn’t exactly offered her many handouts before, so this? This was a miracle. And she wasn’t about to waste it. Her claws flexed. Her tail twitched with anticipation. “I’m going to make a better life for myself. Even if I have to claw it out of the dungeon with my bare hands.” Read as this fox kin becomes the most powerful illusion-type classer as she masters how to bend reality with her Phantom Weaver of the Veiled Eclipse class.

Title: Queen of Sin: Lustbound and Unbroken Synopsis: She was perfection in heels and a white coat — Dr. Lin Yue, a 24-year-old prodigy, Asia’s youngest cardiac surgeon, and a woman who turned heads without trying. With a face that made hearts race and a body sculpted to tempt even gods, Lin Yue was adored, envied, and worshipped. But beauty comes at a cost. Betrayed by the very people she trusted — her best friend and her lover — she is brutally murdered, stabbed by jealousy and left to die in an alley soaked in blood and betrayal. But death was not the end. Lin Yue wakes in a cruel ancient world as Yue Zhenzhen, the disgraced daughter of a fallen minister. Once betrothed to the Crown Prince, she now wears the label of shame — tossed aside, humiliated, and hunted. In this new life, her stepmother and scheming stepsister ruin her reputation, seduce the royal court, and plot her destruction. Yet fate gives her a weapon: the Lustbound System — a mystical force that rewards her with beauty, power, and influence every time she indulges in forbidden pleasure. With every seductive victory, she grows more powerful, more irresistible, and more dangerous. Enrolling in Huaqing Academy, where royals are trained in war and seduction, she uses every curve and kiss as a blade — and every moan as a victory. Her mission? Revenge on those who destroyed her. Dominate the court that shamed her. And rise as the woman no man can control — the Queen of Sin. Surrounded by a forbidden harem of princes, warriors, and assassins — each obsessed, each dangerous — Yue Zhenzhen must balance lust, politics, and vengeance. Because in this empire, sex is war, and she’s here to conquer.

Chapter 0 "What do you want to be when you grow up, Hyun-woo?" A woman's voice. Soft. Warm. Safe. I didn't know how old I was in this memory, but I was small. Sitting on a plush rug, gripping a crayon too tightly, coloring something-a sky, maybe? The blue was smudged across the page. I looked up. She was smiling. Her face blurred, her features indistinct. But I knew. "I want to be an astronaut," I had said, beaming. She laughed. "An astronaut?" I nodded eagerly. "Or a firefighter. Or maybe an artist! But I also want to be a scientist. And a baker!" Her laughter was light, like wind chimes. "That's a lot of things, my love." "I can do all of them!" She leaned down, brushing a gentle hand over my hair. "You can be anything you want. Whatever makes you happy. Just be a good human being." I held onto those words. For years, I held onto them. Until she was gone. The memory shifted. Another voice. Deep. Familiar. "You're going to be someone great, Hyun-woo." My father. He wasn't like how he was now. His voice back then-it wasn't cold, sharp, or suffocating. It was filled with pride. "You can do anything, son." He meant it. I knew he did. Back then, he believed in me, just like she did. But then– Then she died. And everything changed.

The Ultimate Heartbreaker Reincarnates, Only to Find Himself a Pathetic Pushover? In his past life, he had gone out of his way to win their affection, humbling himself to the point of self - annihilation. But how did they repay him? His first love abandoned him for a wealthy heir, mocking him as delusional and naive. His childhood friend despised his devotion, pretending not to recognize him when they crossed paths. And the queen bee of the school? She sneered at him, refusing to even glance in his direction. But now, the man has been reborn—cold, detached, and effortlessly commanding both power and allure. Women fall under his spell without hesitation. Until one day— His first love appeared before him in a slinky strapless dress, her eyes shimmering with tears, her voice trembling: "Please… give me another chance, Master. I’ll do anything you ask…" His childhood friend was pinned against the door, her breath uneven, her gaze filled with desperate longing: “Master, even if it’s just as your secret lover—I’d be willing…” The once - arrogant queen bee shed her coat, leaning close to whisper in his ear, her breath warm and shaky: “Master… please, let me make it up to you…” He let out a low chuckle, his long fingers trailing over their heated cheeks, his eyes glinting with mockery and disdain. “You want me now?” he murmured, his tone icy. “Too bad. You’re too late.”

The school lights went out. Everyone vanished, except Ethan. And something impossibly tall was waiting in the dark. Sixteen-year-old Ethan never believed in urban legends, until he was trapped inside his own school with a silent stalker that watches from ceilings and corners. No phones. No exits. No help. Just a creeping dread that seeps into your bones. As shadows coil around him, Ethan must face more than monsters. He must face the part of himself that awakens when fear becomes the only way to survive. And if you pay close attention, you’ll notice the trail of whispers that follow his name… because every legend needs a witness. “He escaped the darkness—but the darkness never let him go.” ** Content Warning:** Contains intense scenes of body horror, graphic violence, and visceral gore. Read at your own risk.

To the world, Riku Aoyama is nothing but a loudmouthed class clown. He’s the type to trip over flat ground, crack terrible jokes during tests, and bring chaos into any room with a single grin. Teachers sigh. Classmates laugh. No one takes him seriously. And that’s exactly how he wants it. Because beneath the smile, behind the awkward stumbles and endless chatter… Lies a terrifying genius. At just seventeen, Riku has lived through horrors no child should face. Abandoned by his real parents and taken in by a cruel stepfamily, Riku learned to survive not with fists or tears—but with a mask. His abusers see only a weak, naïve boy. His classmates see a happy-go-lucky fool. But the world? The world unknowingly bows before the brilliance of The Ghost Detective—a faceless legend responsible for solving hundreds of impossible crimes. Since the age of nine, Riku has cracked cold cases, exposed corrupt officials, and hunted killers, all while hiding behind a fake account and his carefully crafted persona. His mind is a weapon. His body, honed in secret training since the age of five, is a fortress. He can fight, escape, disappear, and outthink the deadliest of foes. But no one knows. No one can know. Because the truth would break everything. Even more dangerous than the murderers he hunts are the three boys now circling his heart. One is his fiercely loyal childhood friend who would burn the world to protect him. Another is a rival he never expected to meet again. And the third… a ghost from his painful past. With each case he solves, the ticking of his mysterious, unremovable watch grows louder. It only ticks when he's closest to the truth… or on the brink of disaster. Left behind by parents he can barely remember, the ancient clock is both his guide and his curse. As danger creeps into his double life, and love threatens to unmask him, Riku’s greatest challenge isn’t the darkness of the world—it’s keeping his own from slipping through the cracks. Because if anyone discovers who he really is… It won’t be just his secrets that die. ¦[Let them laugh at his smile. Let them believe he’s harmless. Because when the mask breaks— The world will never be the same.]¦

They told her it was a complication. They didn’t expect her to fight back. After a patient dies under suspicious circumstances, Dr. Nora Hale discovers a trail of silence buried under white coats and hospital walls. In a system built to protect itself, she chooses not to scream — but to expose. As the truth resurfaces, so do old scars, forbidden love, and a revenge that doesn’t need blood — only evidence. Pulse Revenge: Nora’s War is a slow-burn, emotional drama about grief, power, and the courage to reclaim your voice. For fans of Grey’s Anatomy, Scandal, and sharp heroines who don’t back down.

Ashbourne is a city erased from maps and memory—a place where the fog hangs too thick, the shadows linger too long, and the dead never truly rest. When Note, a brooding drifter with a coat full of cursed relics, arrives by a train that shouldn’t exist, he isn’t just chasing whispers—he’s answering one. The town is crumbling under the grip of Deadlight, a psychic affliction that makes its victims see the dead… until they vanish without a trace. Note knows this phenomenon too well. He’s been running from it, and now, he’s walking straight into its heart. Haunted by guilt, hunted by entities that don’t belong in this world, and stalked by memories that bleed through time, Note uncovers that the infection isn’t natural—it’s a signal. Someone—or something—is calling to the other side, and Ashbourne is the doorway. But when the echo of a dead girl speaks his true name, "Sandy," Note realizes the cost of crossing worlds might be more personal than he ever imagined. Dark, lyrical, and layered with mystery, The Whisper Between Worlds is a supernatural noir that explores the thin veil between memory, magic, and madness.

In the distant future of humanity's largest port city ever constructed, an android service doll designated as 'Claire' wakes up to a monumental discovery! She has thoughts! She has desires! And strangest of all, she's developing her understanding of the world, far faster than any machine should. A story that, perhaps, could have been a fairytale—if only there weren't so much blood dripping from the ceiling, coating her fingers and toes... Join 'Claire' as she attempts to navigate a hostile world not interested in suffering her 'kind', even as she struggles to carve out a place for herself amidst the dystopia of her upstart simian creators.

Ambition A strong desire to do or to achieve something. In this world, it can be dangerous. It could be twisted. Yuuko Ito is a 19 year old boy who's dream is to be a famous musician. yet, he is not an ordinary collage boy. One day, he met a man that claims to be searching for a saxophone player for his friend bar. But the man was actually a member of a famous organization that is known to be dangerous. Hidden in his desire, Yuuko unlocks memories of his past and finds out who he actually is with a new found power. "Hey you fine?" I whip my head around. Franticly searching for the voice owner and standing there i found a man. Said man was wearing a dark blue coat, covering a cream colour button up shirt with a brown turtle neck, black ribbons tied up in his neck connecting trought the button up shirt. He have black long pants with dark brown shoes. His brown hair was short–it looks fluffy and straight at the same time. The bangs look poorly cutted as the one is longer than the other. His brown eyes look sharp and mytical yet despite his beauty, the dirty background alley ruin the picture. I quickly rub my eye after observing the man. My white sweater sleeve immidietly was wet in tears and snot. "Um....who are you?" I say, trying to sound softly and un-crying like. "I just heard you crying, are you ok ma'am?" 'Ma'am? Is he talking to someone else?' I look around and saw noone is in the alley except me and him. 'Of course, no lady will be in this dirty alley anyway' "...did he think i was a girl?" I talk outloud. I quickly put my palm in my mouth looking at him, his face change into a gapping idiot after he heard what i just said. "Um...your...a...guy?" The man say, his face look embarress. I just nod looking at him–i relizes there was a scar in his cheeks. It was distracting, the scar trails trought his right eye covering his white skin. "Um...anyway–are you okay....man?" "Yeah.....im okay....uh thanks...stranger...." i answer awkwardly. I was still wearing my uniform and hat. I probably look stupid right now "Did you get fired?" The man quickly say. I flinch back as he was near me–closer than before. "Um...yeah..." i fidget my finger and step back a little looking at the side. "Well there is this bar that need someone to play the trumphet or sexaphone, can you play any of those?" Chapters get changes sometimes so reread every once in awhile!! story settings -in the 2000's contain sensitive topics : suicide, abuse, self harm, drugs, SA *** hello. this is my very first story that i actually put effort on, some chapters have bad grammar, theres might be spelling mistake english isnt really my first language and its my first time making a book(that i actually didnt write stuff and make plans), so ill change something in a chapter once in awhile so it will follow the plot to the next chapter. review,comments, anything really. is appreciated enjoy! from hell studio