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Hagakure Sorahiko is a male omega in a world that caters to Alphas. He is tricked by Miyamura Aronohai, a dominant alpha and co-owner of multi-billion yen corporation, Rohai Corp, into becoming his secretary. He finds his situation as Aronohai Miyamura’s newest plaything to be one full of fear and menace.  Follow him as he tries to avoid his terrifying new boss. Stay with him as he circles the high-class alphas and omegas surrounding Miyamura.  How can he handle standing out when his entire life has been spent blending in the background? Why does Sakura, his only friend, have absolutely no advice for him? Why exactly is Aronohai Miyamura so beautiful? What happened to the ‘gruff’ alpha stereotype? Why are the really pretty ones always the scariest?. As sparks fly between them, Sorahiko begins to question himself, what does Miyamura’s sudden kindness mean for him? Why is the alpha being gentle towards him? Is he losing his mind or is Miyamura Aronohai courting him?!

How many years ..... have passed? Uh..one...two...three... uh..four...five..hmm. Five years....hmm..uhhhh...haahaaahaaa...[laughing loudly] ..Finally...finally..it is ready ..I am ready... screaming loudly Indra looked at his hands then towards the glittery glowing greenish blue crystal which had been just a plain black rock for last five years. He had been waiting stuck in a room with transparent walls surrounding him. The only view he could see outside was 'Nothing'..There was nothing ..not even a single non living entity. It was dark all around..but sometimes he could see a pinkish light dispersed in the surrounding which used to disappear after some time. The room he was in had been floating in this darkness unaware of where it was heading just lost in this pin drop silence. Surprisingly he had not been hungry nor tired in these five years. But he felt he would go insane in this loneliness and eternal silence....

In the Kingdom of Orlos, only those who have any kind of talent will receive fortune and glory. In a competitive society, only those considered strong would survive, but their strength will be determined by the star that shines on their birthday. The archdukedom of Felnatus has four heirs, all born into wonderful and auspicious stars, but one hidden heir is treated like a lowborn in the family.

--- Prologue: Not Your Typical Rebirth In another world, in another time, Shon Sharma was just a regular 20-year-old medical student from Bihar—tired, hungry, and slightly addicted to mythological web novels. He had exams on his mind, kheer on his wishlist, and no clue that his life was about to take a divine detour. One flash of blinding white light later, Shon woke up… crying. Not metaphorically. Literally crying. He had been reborn—as a baby. And not just anywhere, but in ancient Aryavrat, the land of Mahabharat itself. No Wi-Fi. No modern medicine. No idea why the universe threw him across space and time. But what he does have? His memories. His discipline. And a spiritual hunger that even the gods noticed. Now adopted into the same family that raised Karna, under the quiet skies of Hastinapur, little Shon is building himself from the ground up—body, mind, and soul. And when Lord Mahadev himself appears with a smile and a promise, one thing becomes clear: This is not just a second chance. This is the rise of Devaki Nandan Radheya Shon—the boy who will walk among legends, and one day, become one. ---

Derek McCoy was a man who spent his entire life facing adversity and injustice. After being forced to settle with surviving rather than living, he had finally found his place in the world, until everything was taken from him one last time. After losing his life to avenge his murdered brother, he reincarnates until he finds a world worth living in, a world filled with magic and monsters. Follow him along his journey, from grieving brother to alien soldier. From infant to Supreme Magus. ------------------------------------------- Tags: Transmigration, Male MC, Western Fantasy Schedule: 12 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter Lenght: 1200 - 1400 words Warning: The MC is not a hero nor an anti-hero. He is a broken, cynic and misanthropic person looking only for his own gain. If you are looking for a forgiving, nice, MC that goes around saving people in distress, this is not your cup of tea. Same if you want an unchanging MC with no character development. ------------------------------------------- Discord Server: https://discord.gg/suprememagus ---------------------------------------- Cover of Tiamat form Lith Verhen by josh groban aka manohar aka Animustw. My new Pfp was made by Josh (same as above). Visit the official discord for his official portraits of the characters.

Kento Kamitani never believed in curses—until the day a ritual went wrong. What began as a search for clues about the mysterious disappearance of billionaire Toriyama Akira pulls Kento and five other students into an ancient spiritual realm. There, forgotten memories awaken, and Kento discovers he is Kururugi Suzaku—one of the six chosen mortals bound by fate, prophecy, and blood to the empire’s tragic past. In this war-torn spiritual world, kingdoms are shattered, rulers are cursed, and love is both a blessing and a weapon. Suzaku becomes a reluctant prince of the Abassyal Kingdom, unaware that his body holds the spirit needed to break the deadly curse of the once-pure princess, Akaishimura Saya—a cursed leader manipulated by evil spirits. Saya’s only salvation is soaked in vengeance: she must kill the six mortals chosen by her father, King Indra, to reclaim her freedom. Suzaku, unknowingly one of those six, is now her primary target. And then there’s Akito—a forgotten, cursed soul who once ruled beside Saya but now seeks redemption. When Akito meets Leila (modern identity: Tokisaki Hori), a gentle girl from Kento’s past, he begins to feel emotions long buried. Leila falls for Akito, unaware that she is also a marked chosen mortal. Her love might save him… or lead to her own destruction. Caught in a tangled web of lost identities, political betrayals, ancient bloodlines, and impossible love, Suzaku must choose between peace and power, friendship and duty, past and present. As he uncovers the truth behind his kingdom’s dark legacy, his cursed family, and the lives of his former friends, one truth remains: This is not just a battle between kingdoms— It’s a war for the soul of the empire.

"Why does everyone hate me. I never did anything wrong and still everyone hates me. Human and Gods all of them hate my, why why why Why! What did I do to deserve this". This question has always plagued Shin'en for as long as he could remembèr and becoming a hero not only made it worse but has invited hate even from the gods. He is a weeping soul, crying out to the cosmos at this cruel joke that was his life. Even in death when he is finally free, the universe will not let him rest and sends him back to be a burden of hate and rage.

The grey world descended with a red meteor, like the ghostly reflection behind a mirror, gradually dragging the civilized world into the abyss of disorder. In this era, human life is as insignificant as dust. In this era, humanity shines as brightly as stars. The grand building was about to collapse. Someone saw an actor standing on the ruins of civilization, with a red robe like blood, laughing and crying from time to time. The curtain of The Times slowly opened behind him. He spread his arms wide, yes~

A mother who just lost her child. "It's not you fault mama, i'm in a better place now. "

"Where were you last night?” “Take off your clothes, and I’ll answer.” “Don’t play games with me. Where did you go?” “We’re not married yet. What’s with the interrogation?” *** Never trust a woman who almost wore your sister’s ring—especially when that woman is Giovanna Lombardi. They call her La Leonessa, the most dangerous woman in Brookhaven. She claimed me. Married me. But this isn’t a marriage. It’s a hostage situation. She wants my family’s empire, my obedience, my body—but only when it amuses her. But I want to survive the year, to find who really killed my sister, and maybe have a little fun while at it. The problem, someone keeps shooting at us. But the bigger problem is, I don’t know if it’s her, my father, or me.

In the world of Eril, a small boy could be seen running, normally children run on joyous occasions, but this was not the case, Armin was frantically screaming and crying for help. The reason; soldiers that were supposed to protect the small village had found his mother attractive and decided to barge into their house and so this is where his and our story begins... (I do not own the cover) (this is my first book I'm not an author, I hope it's not too bad)

Cold blooded killers scattered all over the planet, a legacy too strong to give up, but he never wanted to be part of it, he just wanted to live with his mom.......untill fate decided another path for him. Will Bright cope with his new destiny.......or succumb to the darkness most do.

Cynthia Fola is a woman who seems to have it all. A celebrated author. A loving wife. A devoted mother. Her books have touched hearts across the world, yet the story she’s never told is the one still bleeding inside her. Six years ago, in the silence of her apartment, she miscarried a child she never told anyone about. Not her friends. Not her therapist. Not even Damson, the man whose name she whispered through the pain. He left her soon after, never knowing what she lost. She never asked why. She just survived. Now living in quiet elegance with her husband Levi and their son Adam, Cynthia has carefully rebuilt a life that looks whole. But when a professional event in Dubai brings Damson back into view — older, bolder, and standing on the very stage she’s meant to own — the walls she’s held up begin to crack. Memories return with force. Her body remembers the ache. Her heart remembers the silence. And in the glow of chandeliers and applause, she is forced to confront the love that left her, the pain that shaped her, and the truth she buried beneath success. Cry Me a River is a lyrical, unflinching portrait of grief, motherhood, marriage, and memory. It is the story of a woman who gave everything to protect someone’s dream, only to nearly die in the process — and what happens when that dream returns, asking for her voice again.

For Arata Itsuki, life is a movie where he's just a background character. His mission is simple: be invisible, graduate peacefully, and never get involved in the drama of the main characters. He is a master observer, and his primary subject is Aizawa Nanami—the goddess of perfection, the school idol whose life seems flawless. Their worlds were never meant to intersect, save for one anomaly: the cold hatred Aizawa Nanami always directs at him, a mystery too exhausting for Arata to solve. But his gray routine is shattered when he witnesses the tragedy that takes Nanami's life right before his eyes. That horror should have been the end of an ordinary day, but for Arata, it was just the beginning. He wakes up on the same day. Again, and again. Trapped in a prison of time, Arata soon realizes the only rule in this loop of fate: the day resets every time Aizawa Nanami meets a tragic end. Arata, the apathetic background character, is now forced to be the hero in a story that isn't his. The problem is, how do you save someone who wants nothing to do with you? Someone whose gaze could freeze your blood? With each repetition, Arata begins to see the cracks behind Nanami's perfect mask. He soon understands that the accident was no coincidence, but the climax of an unseen suffering hidden behind the goddess's smile. To break the cycle, Arata must become not only her protector, but also a detective, unraveling a past trauma that is the root of Nanami's hatred for him. Faced with a repeating destiny, Arata must find the answer to an impossible question: IF I DIE TOMORROW, WILL YOU CRY TODAY?

I was a bully. Not the misunderstood type — the real deal. I ruined lives, made people cry, and laughed while doing it. Then I died. And woke up in a fantasy world full of swords, spells… and zero indoor plumbing.

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

This story is about how a girl at every step fighting for the attention, the moment where her comparison gets an end. Its about the journey of her rejections, her cry baby era and how she's dealing with it

even a lone wolf cant ignore a maidens cry

In a world torn apart by nuclear wars and transformed by a mysterious force called Nui, a child named Loki is born with no known destiny. Amid a family filled with both pain and love, he grows up on a planet that shows no mercy, where the weak are crushed and strength achieves the impossible. His journey began with a cry… but where will Nui’s power lead him?

"KRRRRRR-CHAKKKKK!!!" That sound... like a sack of meat being squeezed between grinding machines and bones being crushed slowly. Colin's body was ripped in half from the waist up, his intestines gushing out like disgusting pink ropes. The rest of the body was thrown into the air-against the cave wall-and hung bleeding like meat that the butcher failed to hang. Her scream was incomplete. Only the sound of "Agh-GUUHHKKKK!!" turned into a torrent of blood. The creature stepped forward, tearing into its next victim again, its voice now turning into a foul mutter full of rage, like living flesh laughing and crying at the same time. "HHHHUHUHHHH... HRRRRRGHGGGHH... NNNNRRRRRRAUUUK HHH-!!!"

what is power? The answer is quite simple. Power is not kindness... Power is not fairness.. Power is the ability to shape the world to your will, the weak will cry for justice, the strong will create it. A ruler must be feared or forgotten, there is no In-between, the world owes you nothing. Take what is yours Or it will be taken from you..

"What?! No... no, this can't be happening... Noah... Noah dies here?! And that damned hero, he gets away with it?! It's called [The Fall of the Hero], for crying out loud! And this is where the author decides to stop writing?!" Ethan, a young man marked by pain in his past, found an escape in [The Fall of the Hero]. This novel depicted the intertwined fates of Liam, the hero, and Noah, the villain. One night, sitting on the roof of a building after finishing the last chapter released by the author, Ethan, overwhelmed by his own struggles and with no reason to continue, decides to end his life. But instead of the darkness he expected, he awakens in the world of the novel, in the very body of Noah.

The midwives expected a cry. Instead, he opened his eyes, and the Blinding Flame snuffed out. He wasn’t born in silence. He brought it. -- In the years that followed, most forgot the child of silence. But silence remembers. And one day, it will speak.

Marcus died. Sad, sure—but then the voice in his head said “System activated” and he knew it was finally happening: reincarnation into a magical world. Time for spells, swords, and... wait, is that a deep fryer? He wakes up as a baby. In a burnt-down chicken restaurant. With a System that thinks sarcasm is a feature, not a bug. No royal bloodline. No ancient prophecy. Just soot, diapers, and a “Pitiful Crying” skill. Oh—and his magical circuits? Broken. He’s got mana, but the universe laughed and handed him a melee class. In a body that can’t sit up yet. Now, between avoiding fires (again), faking baby babble, and training aura like a tiny gym bro, Marcus is on a mission: survive, adapt, and maybe—just maybe—punch magic in the face.

Orphaned at a young age, Layla Llewellyn feels like the luckiest girl in the world after she moves in with her uncle Bill, a gardener who lives on the scenic Arvis estate in the Berg Empire. To Layla, Arvis seems like paradise; she loves to explore the vast forest, always bringing her notebook to record the wildlife she encounters. She especially loves the birds, watching them with awe as they hatch and grow from fluffy chicks into beautiful birds. Duke Herhardt, the young, handsome lord of Arvis, is also interested in birds—and in Layla. But the difference, is he's interested in birds because he likes to hunt them... and he's interested in Layla because he likes to make her cry. If a lovely bird is trapped in a golden cage, which will she choose: a life of luxury, or freedom?

Julius, the youngest Genius of his time dies, only to be reincarnated as the sixth Prince of a never-seen-before Dynasty. War, chaos, and natural disasters arise one after the other. His brothers want him gone, and the fight for the throne is heavy upon his arrival. Hmph! Julius rolled up his sleeves, can only roll up his sleeves and prepare to build his forces and advance the Dynasty with Technology. But with how empty his pockets were, how exactly was he to do that? PING! A mysterious system appeared in his mind. And at this moment, Julius only wanted to point his butt to the skies and fake-cry tears of joy. (As a grown man, do you actually expect him to cry?) GOD of Wealth! God of Wealth! The system appeared like a true God of wealth, splashing infinite money his way.

Have you ever grown tired of living? Sometimes you wish the next second your gone like a wind, like a shadow that only past by. Sometimes faking everything in order for them to see you smile is nothing but a hypocrite decisions when at night your silently crying your hearts out... A love you never know if their is one. all you ever want is to love and to be love.. but you always end up crying.. you give up the idea and became a different person in order to find love. But what you found is nothing but a nightmare that will end up eating your life away from guilt.... will you ever forgive yourself? will you end up your life? will he ever find out what he miss? before its too late...