Skinny Dipping Def

Xia Xiao unexpectedly reincarnates to the 1960s and becomes a young intellectual in a production team. Having obtained a mystical space with a spirit spring and jade water, she raises chickens and grows vegetables, but dares not use them. As everyone around her is skinny and hungry, if she turns herself into a wealthy and beautiful woman, it would lead to her undoing. Xia Xiao looks up to the sky and sighs deeply, what a bittersweet surprise this is!

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

"What you gonna do? Force your way out?" He smirked. My eyes widened due to his audacity. "Y-you a$$hole!" I exclaimed in annoyance. Why can't he understand the word no? I saw how his demeanor got dark. His already chinky eyes narrowed into slits as he glared daggers at me. His stance grew predatory, and I blanched. He's being scary. "I am what?" He whispered animosity is on his voice. My tongue got tied as I tried to bite back a curt and failed. He was already walking towards me, but I held my place. I'm not going to show him he can intimidate me. We were just mere centimeters apart now, and his scent invaded my personal space again. "You are staying." He mumbled. His fingers traced the contour of my collar bone before dipping at the hollow on my neck. "And you know that we still have that deal, yeah?" He moved his fingers up my neck and grabbed me by my nape before pulling me close to him. His face hunched closer to nuzzle my neck, and then he started pressing little kisses that made my eyes close. He is seducing me... "We're going to seal that deal sooner or later, Lyubov moya. I hope you're ready." He rasped in my ear right before he bit down. --------------------------------------- Wynter McIver, Queen of the Boardroom. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and she always gets what she wants. At 28, her mother pushes her to marry, but she never agreed nor even think about it. She's in her prime life and being tied down is still out of her mind. She had boyfriends before, but none of them could coax her into marriage. But when she met the ruggedly handsome and mysterious Keith Andrew Nagasaki, her thoughts in marriage fled out of the window. At last, she met her knight in an Armani suit, her other half, and she would do anything to have him. But when she discovered his deepest and darkest secret, she didn't know what to do. She was trapped in wanting the man and fearing him. WARNING: R18 Credits to the artist

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “Fuck, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs and realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past, a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.

After suddenly dying from work exhaustion in the modern world, a young man named Clayton wakes up in someone else’s body in a foreign world styled like medieval Europe. Without knowing how or why he ended up there, Clayton slowly realizes he now inhabits the body of a teenager who has just survived a deadly illness—and lost his beloved father. But his new awakening isn’t met with hope; instead, it brings pressure and intrigue. The people around him—from city officials to seemingly kind neighbors—all share one goal: to seize the valuable house his father left behind. One by one, their masks of kindness slip away, revealing the harsh reality of this new world. With a weak body, a nearly dead farm, and a loyal, skinny dog, Clayton must fight to survive. He not only has to delve into the memories of his body’s former owner but also navigate a world filled with manipulation, magical creatures, and social injustice. This world isn’t just an escape from work stress—it’s a battlefield for his soul and pride.

In the deepest region of the Abyss, where morality does not exist, a demon is born. His name is Veal a newborn with twin shimmering tails, blue flesh, and a will unlike any other. From the moment he cracks from his egg, the world becomes his enemy. Siblings become prey. Veal is not just another spawn. He is a rare breed a Lustborn, cursed with ancient instincts and a hunger for more than flesh. As universes run red with blood and the abyss churns with chaos, Veal climbs the brutal path of evolution. Every battle refines him. Every hole awakens something darker. … lustful, cautious, ruthless mc. world travel. ntr/fucking other people women. keeping the bloodline pure. fuck anything that walks. ugly/pretty, fat/skinny, humanoids or not. from the lowest mindless demon of the abyss to the noblest of gods and divine beasts. Anything can and will get impale. disgusting stuff. (note: this is full story except for certain smut scenes that’s against web novel guidelines those will be posted elsewhere.) = (Patreon.com/DAOLORD_LUST)

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. ...but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf known as the Harbinger of Misfortune. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~

Erik, a mid-level office worker, had a simple dream: "Graduate college. Get a job. Screw MILFs." But reality wasn't so kind to him. Due to his hastiness, he forgot to check the company's background and accidentally enlisted himself into a black company—a corporate hellhole that literally made employees work to death. Such was the fate of our protagonist, Erik. Exhausted after working nonstop 12-hour shifts for seven days straight, he lost his grip on reality and met a meaningless death, collapsing onto his desk in an office nobody would mourn. Yet, reality wasn't entirely cruel either. He suddenly transmigrated into the body of an 18-year-old—young, energetic, muscular, and brimming with vitality. And best of all? He woke up sleeping right next to someone! "What? I'm transmigrated sleeping right next to my step-aunt?!" Even crazier: in this new world, beauty standards were completely reversed. Here, the pinnacle of femininity was a skinny figure with small boobs and an even smaller ass, and women who didn’t fit that mold—busty, curvy MILFs—were mostly ignored, discarded, and lonely. "How crazy is that?" Eren voiced, grinning from ear to ear. But all of that was about to change, since he was here now. He'd make all MILFs his—starting with his deliciously thick, step-aunt. But a slight inconvenience appeared—or rather something puzzling. Strange random messages popped into his life, appearing like weird pop-ups in his vision: [SYSTEM ACTIVATED:] [Synchronization Complete. Host Identity: Eren Voss (Adopted), 18 years old.] [Current Location: Hinterland Village.] [Guardian: Mira Voss, adoptive mother's younger sister.] [M*$U*#@S^$ COMPLETED: $^%$#@] Half of it was understandable, while the rest always flew right over his head. But honestly—what's a cryptic system got to do with him? He was already living his dream life, system or no system. After all, his busty step-aunt Mira was right here beside him. And every single night she’d sleep within arm’s reach, without hesitation or shame—unaware that she was slowly turning her innocent nephew into a lustful beast. Maybe this second life could finally solve his two lifetimes' worth of virginity problem? Join Eren as he navigates this lustful medieval world, seeking the truth behind his half-clear, possibly damaged system, while seducing, coaxing, and conquering every curvy MILF that crosses his path—starting, of course, with the very woman who raised him. Tags: r18 | harem | Reincarnation | adventure | action | transmigration | mystery | magic | myth | slice of life | romance | weak to strong | overpowered | kingdombuilding | conquer | medieval

A man in his thirties was standing in front of she-devil's grave, under everyone's watchful eyes, he dropped the flower to her coffin, his tone was full of ridicule. "Congrats on your death." Next year he came, "I won. You lost to me and I will live well. Just rot in there." Next year he came again, "I have a pretty girlfriend and I will marry next year. My life is good. Nothing to worry about." Next year he came once more, "I will stop visiting and forget you! My life is better without you! See, I live well!" But he came again the next year and the years after that. People said he was hunted by his so-called arch-enemy. That even after death, the devil did not even let him go. He stood in front of her grave. His once handsome face had turned old and wrinkly. "Bei Sangyun, I cursed you. You are not allowed to rest in peace. You must be suffering there like me, right? You devil..." He might be the last one standing. But his life was the same as the dead's- lifeless and empty. He did not live well, he never once marry and his heart was never at peace. And it was all the fault of one person. ***** Bei Sangyun was a big bully in high school. The target of her bullying was the skinny boy in her grade, Fei Chuan. They were classmates once in kindergarten and met again in high school. But one day, just a year left before graduation, the big bully suddenly changed. One day, Fei Chuan hesitantly opened his locker. The other night, the big bully said that she left something in his locker. He did not really want to open it. He was afraid a poisonous snake would come out of his locker. However, his report card was there. With gritted teeth, the young boy opened it. However, what appeared was not a hideous thing as he expected, but a bright pink letter with a little heart sticker as a seal. It turned out, the surprise was scarier than a snake. Was this a new form of torture? Since then, Bei Sangyun relentlessly chased the young Fei Chuan until the two got married. ****** This is a story of rebirth. The two arch-enemies who could not live under the same sky had become sweet lovers.

Okay, look—I’ll keep this short. No sob story. Just facts. I killed my boyfriend after catching him mid-thrust with some skinny bitch. Then I got kidnapped by the same man I screwed over two years ago—you know, the one I accidentally got demoted from heir-to-the-throne Don to just another capo kissing his family's ring? Yeah. Him. Apparently, I owe him. Like a whole lot of money. So, until I “repay” what I stole, I’m stuck working under him—dodging bullets, surviving betrayal, navigating shitty mafia politics, and avoiding my old pal Death… daily. All while chasing the one mission that brought me here in the first place: find the bastard who ruined my entire life… and end him. Falling for Rafe? Not. An. Option! But damn it, why the hell does he have to be so maddeningly hot while being such a total pain in my ass? Will I survive long enough to find the bane of my existence? Will I finally give in to this crazy attraction I feel toward Rafe? That's what I also wanna find out. You’re welcome to tag along—just… don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Jason was gone for ten years. To the world, he vanished without a trace. To a god, he was a chosen champion — dragged from his Ghanaian hometown at just fourteen to fight horrors across the multiverse. Now he’s back. No parades. No credits. No one remembers he ever left. As far as his mother knows, he was just in his room all night. The world moved on without him. His teenage body is back, but the mind inside it has fought wars older than time. But the god left him a parting gift. A letter. A system. And ownership of a mysterious multinational conglomerate so powerful it quietly shapes nations. Everyone sees Jason as a skinny kid from Kumasi — invisible, forgettable, ordinary. No one knows who he truly is. Except Steven Amartey: a terrifyingly capable, overqualified “uncle” who serves only him. Now, as Jason begins to explore Orion Surveillance and the vast network of companies he controls, he must make a choice: Live a quiet life and let the empire run itself in the shadows… …or step into the role he was shaped for — and quietly change the world all over again.

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

“He is here again”, I murmured to myself as I could feel the air shift in the room. I pulled my nightgown down to cover myself as cold and warmth enveloped me in a soothing embrace. It felt like a warm blanket had been wrapped around me. He smelled faintly of dark vanilla and something musky, something warm. I could feel his breath on my skin before the bed dipped. He pulled me closer and wrapped his hands around me. I closed my eyes and waited for his soothing murmurs in my ears. “Did you miss me”? He moaned into my ears. Alora Lance has been haunted by a faceless man who visits her dreams for as long as she can remember. His touch is electric, and his presence is peaceful and intoxicating but her waking life is anything but magical. She has nothing except a leaking roof over her head and a ruthless landlord threatening eviction. Then one day, she finds herself in a mating ceremony she was not supposed to attend. One accidental step into a world that should not exist. And everything changes. Dragged into a world that doesn't make sense in real life, Alora finds herself pulled into a past she knows nothing about and the enigmatic gaze of the man that had haunted her dreams except this is not a dream, it's a nightmare she may never escape, especially when the Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack marks her with a single look. And in his eyes, she is no longer invisible. She begins to question everything about her life and her past.

Destruction was everywhere. Buildings lay crumbled around him, and corpses littered the cracked, broken roads. The sky burned red as the sun dipped below the horizon, the air thick with the stench of burning flesh and floating ash. Amid the dozens of bodies strewn across the street, one young man lay bleeding, motionless. Three rusted spears were embedded deep in his chest and abdomen. Anyone who saw him would know — he didn’t have long left. ‘Ah… it hurts. It hurts so bad…’ ‘Anyone… help… I— I don’t want to die…’ ‘I’ll do anything… please…’ The pain was too much, he wanted to scream, but he could not. He wanted to reached out, but he couldn't. He'll do anything to live once more — a second chance. [Ding! Your wishes have been heard!] [A distant force is calling to your soul…] [Will you accept?] ▸ [Yes]    ▢ [No] Additional Tags: Skill, System, Gods, Goddesses, Academy, Revenge, no simp, Misunderstanding, Skill Maker, Anime, Creative-Mc, villains, monster, dungeon, portals, elf, memes, cat girl, funny, milfs (hopefully by this people can find this more lol)

Excerpt; “Do you hate me so much… Wife?" He questions as he rests a hand on the wall beside my head and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me off the wall and into his embrace. His face dips into the curve of my neck, causing me to shiver. "Because quite on the contrary, I've missed you..." He adds, and I shut my eyes. “How sad. I didn’t miss you." I lie, trying to break free from his grip, but his hold on me tightens. “You didn’t?" He purrs into my ear, brushing his lips against my earlobe before catching it between his teeth. I gasp as I involuntarily grip his shoulders. He chuckles, “Let’s see how much you didn’t miss me." He breathes, and I gulp. His fingers ignite sparks as they travel up my thighs, and I shut my eyes as I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I should stop him. I should shove him away and stand my ground. Send him away for what he’s done… But I can’t. “You’re soaking wet, Mirelah…" He says in a sultry whisper that sets my desires racing. "Let me fix that." **** What's worse than being born as the fourth princess of a Dragon-Born family? Being born with a peculiar appearance and no powers? No, that's easy. What's worse is when you're shipped off to marry a man you've never met, for the safety of your people. A man rumoured to be death himself. ~~~ Mirelah’s life was simple. As the youngest of four sisters—and the weakest, born without the magical power of her dragon-born lineage—her only duty was to be the perfect princess. She followed every rule. Never spoke out of turn, mastered the art of grace, and perfected nearly every class. She accepted and appreciated the fact that she would never get to bear the heavy weight of a queen's crown. However, that dream crashed when an unexpected marriage proposal arrived for her from the most powerful kingdom in the realm. Forced into a union with a bloodcrafting prince she has never met, Mirelah is thrown into a world of secrets, curses, and treacherous plots. She discovers that her mysterious husband is CURSED, and she so happens to be the cure to her husband’s vicious curse... Battling to survive the new, dark world of another kingdom, Mirelah must fight to hold on to who she is... and maybe even discover new things about herself. What if her peculiar appearance has always been a pointer to the dangerous power that lay dormant within her? What if she was the true Mother of Dragons prophesied of in legends aeons ago? What if her husband's curse was the key to unlocking her powers? And what if both of them shared a connection that ran deeper than they could ever imagine? A connection that made them a deadly combination that was never meant to mix.

[AUTHOR NOTE, REFRESH YOUR READING LIST, CHAPTER 45 TO 53 UPDATED AND FIXED] [Author Note: Vol 2 has started, NTR, CUCKOLD AND TABOO] All fictional characters are above 18 [WARNING THIS NOVEL IS A SEX NOVEL WHICH INCLUDES SEX CONTENT] Arthur's head hurt like crazy as he woke up. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and feeling a super comfy bed under him - definitely not his cheap mattress back home. "What the hell...?" he mumbled as he finally looked around. He was in some rich person's bedroom with a fancy four-poster bed and red silk sheets. Sunlight came through pretty stained glass windows, making red patterns on the marble floor. Everything screamed royalty - fancy mirrors, portraits of hunting scenes, and even a painting of a barely-dressed goddess that seemed to be watching him. "How did I get here?" Arthur wondered, getting out of bed. "I definitely drank too much at Mark's party last night" The last thing he remembered was almost getting hit by a car while crossing the street. Looking in a mirror, he got another shock. He didn't look like himself at all! Instead of being skinny with acne scars, he now had muscles, clear skin with just one cool scar on his jaw, with a reddish brown hair, and green eyes. "Damn, I'm hot," he said, touching the scar. For a moment, he remembered his old life. He pushed up his glasses. Kids made fun of him. Jessica laughed at him when he asked her out. "Like I'd be with a loser like you," she told him. Suddenly Arthur realized what was happening. "I've been transported to another world! Just like in those stories online!" He spun around excitedly. "I must be someone important here. This is gonna be so cool! Watch out, fantasy world, your new hero has arrived!" Right then, blue text appeared floating in front of him: [System Starting Up...] [Host Found: Prince Arthur Lionheart] [Soul Check: Person from Another World] [Magic Type: Incubus Powers Activated] "Incubus?" Arthur asked in shock. "Like, those demons that seduce people?" [That's right. Your family's magic has changed because of your Earth soul's hidden desires. Congrats on finding your true potential.] "Can I change it? I want to be a cool battle wizard or something!" [Not possible. Your soul has permanently connected to the Incubus powers. Accept it - your charm is your weapon, attraction is your shield.] "Fuck," Arthur groaned. [Exactly. The more sexual intimacy you have, the stronger you'll become.] Arthur's eye twitched. "Very funny. Just... tell me what I can actually do."

In the gilded halls of the Solciel Empire, beneath skies where Sovereigns rule and stars whisper secrets, two noblewomen wage a war far more dangerous than any battlefield—a war of politics, power, and perception. Lady Ophelia Skye Celestine Seraphina, daughter of the Duke of Seraphim and the empire’s would-be Crown Princess, carries herself with poise, precision, and quiet fury. She was born to rule—but in a court that feeds on scandal and thrives on whispers, her crown is far from secure. Lady Chaeri Rose Rudolf, the brilliant daughter of another ducal house, is Ophelia’s closest friend—or so it seems. Beneath her demure smile lies ambition wrapped in silk and sharpened like a blade. With a tongue dipped in honey and poison, Chaeri weaves webs of manipulation to upend the imperial balance. From tea parties turned traps to scandals spun from lies and truth alike, each move in their elegant game threatens to unravel the Empire itself. As the Emperor ails, and the court holds its breath, the question remains: Who will rise above the clouds of Solciel—and who will fall from grace?

[Matured Content] In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction. Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something? Of course not! He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon. Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul. But in life, only a mate can claim another soul. ~ (Excerpt) "What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate. "The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched. "I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers. Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him. Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes. "Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes. Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull. "I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes. "If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back. "Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!" ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Extra Tags: #darkromance #slowburn #blood&gore #morallygreyML #medieval #warriors The cover is mine!

Yang Hao was a mortal with no hope of becoming a warrior. On top of that, he was betrayed by his personal guard and left in a dangerous forest to be devoured by beasts. However, he was fortunate to encounter two women—one fat and the other skinny. They offered to help him escape the forest and become stronger, but in exchange, he had to engage in dual cultivation with one of them. Yang Hao decided to accept their offer. His life mattered more, and he suspected these women were not ordinary but powerful. It also seemed they were hiding something from him.

Lu Xiaofeng, an orphan of the Heavenly Dipped Empire, manage to live in the sea of resentment since he was born. Strangely enough, a formation appeared in his mind after being contaminated by the Red Sea. Years would go by and he'd finally settle down as a teacher and marry a wife. After a couple more years of life, he had children that could now awaken their martial spirits. But when he awakened his children's martial spirits, the formation in his sea of spirits started to break. After understanding why, he looked at his three children and made a promise. "I, your father, will protect you all until I die!"

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Translated Novel Titel: 带着空间在逃荒路上养崽 After retiring, Gulan opened her eyes and found herself in a strange place. There was a little kid lying on her body, crying for his mother while sleeping. ...So she...acted as a mother... ...What? Save your son and raise him up for you. ...What? If you don't agree, you will disappear. ...Okay! Better to live than die. Looking at the skinny little kid with a big head, Gulan was silent. ...From then on, she began her miserable life of raising a child.

As I stared blankly at the screen in front of me, a notification appeared on it: "Conditions met: Death of #@###@#. You are now able to switch between bodies. You need administrator authority to see more." I was confused and had no idea what was happening. Suddenly, my body started to change. My dark brown hair turned completely white, my brown eye became bright blue, and my skinny body transformed into a muscular one. I realized that I looked like my twin brother, Shaun Hewitt, who I had never met before. As I pondered over my strange situation, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. Would I finally be able to break free from my brother's shadow and make a name for myself? Or would this ability lead me down a dangerous path? Only time would tell.

So picture this— You’re skinny, kinda nerdy, and your only real skill is... crafting chairs. Not exactly hero material, right? Your family agrees. They tell you you’re useless, toss you out like expired cheese, and boom—now you’re alone in the woods with no food, no money, and probably an allergy to bark. Naturally, you walk into a random cave (because bad decisions build character), find a glowing ring, a crusty old hoe, and then—ding!—congrats, you’ve unlocked the most busted farming system in the multiverse. Welcome to your new life: farming with an overpowered hoe that can grow anything. Like... literally anything. Want sword trees? Chaos berries? Fire-breathing potatoes? You got it. And oh, there's a secret world you can plant in. No people. Just monsters, dragons, mystery chickens, and land that goes on forever. Our guy? He has no idea what he’s doing. But that’s what makes it fun. He’s gonna grow crops, build kingdoms, make friends with vampires, and maybe accidentally start a few wars—with vegetables. This isn’t your average “chosen one” story. This is the saga of a man, a hoe, and enough dirt to make God nervous. Ready to dive in? Good. Just don’t blame me when you start wishing your garden could shoot lasers

The world didn’t end the way I thought it would. No meteors. No alien invasions. Just a sickness on the news. A cough. A fever. Then death. And then they got back up. I was just a skinny high schooler with bad posture and a brain full of trivia. No combat skills. No muscles. No clue what to do when the world collapsed. I tried to survive—locked the doors, rationed the food, stayed quiet. But in the end, I died. Torn apart while trying to save a stranger. I thought that was it. But I woke up right where it all started—with a voice in my head and a book in my lap. The Survivalist’s Instructions Manual. No explanation. No second chances for anyone else but me. Just tasks. Quests. A shop I can barely understand and a system that won’t tell me why I’m the one using it. Now I have to learn fast. Survive faster. Every choice matters. Every day I don’t die is a reward. I don’t know what’s waiting out there. Mutated zombies. Worse things. People. But I’m not the same idiot who died in a hallway. This time, I’ll be ready. This time, I’ll win. No matter what I have to become.

Rifts have opened, beasts pouring in from them, humanity barely pushing back the horde, most of the world in ruins. The hierarchy in disarray. The strong bullying the weak. Yet there came stability in this chaos. A young boy rising from the bottom, learning to stand in the face of adversity and flip his life on its head. Doing things he never thought he would. Fighting beasts, challenging the system in place. Taking the world by surprise. Staring death in the face and saying no, Defying all the odds. This boy is Javil Raymond, a young teen, aged at around 16, he was skinny and frail with glasses who's a complete nobody, no parents, on his own, lazy yet wishing he had the will to do more with his life, and forgetful. He has no attributes, no real special talent, even among the average he considered him average, and finally, on one fateful day, he gained the power to change everything.

Kang Taeyang, a skinny and poor student at Hwangjae High School, was no stranger to the torment of bullies. His life was a silent hell—devoid of hope, devoid of a future. When his despair reached its peak, he stood at the edge of a high bridge, ready to end it all. But just before he jumped, a mysterious message appeared before his eyes: [Exclusive Mission: Jump from the bridge.] [Reward: Fighting System activated.] Thinking it was just a hallucination, Kang Taeyang leaped without hesitation. When he opened his eyes, he found himself back in his shabby home—but this time, a blue screen floated in front of him. [Exclusive Mission Complete!] [Fighting System has been activated.] Now, his life would never be the same. From a loser to a fighter with a mysterious system—his journey of revenge and rise had begun.

A collection of twisted straight love stories dipped in honey but laced with poison. Not every ending is sad—some are just sickeningly sweet in the most dangerous ways. Expect manipulation, obsession, and characters that will love you to death... literally. Content Warning: Mature themes, toxic romance, yandere, violence, psychological manipulation, stalking, possessive behavior, morally grey leads, NSFW implications. [Disclaimer: Images from Google, credit to rightful owners. Story concept belongs to me. Do not copy or repost.] Tags: • dark romance • straight couple • twisted love • psychological • yandere male lead • yandere female lead • toxic relationship • manipulation • obsessive love • NSFW themes • CEO x employee • yakuza romance • enemies to lovers • hurt/comfort • trauma bonding • bad ending • morally grey • slow burn • dark erotica vibes • red flags but hot • romantic horror

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