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

Quinlan, a simple office worker finds himself transmigrated to an extremely dangerous fantasy land as a level 1 Commoner with nothing to his name but his wits- and a unique gift that accompanied his teleportation. No one in Thalorind could have predicted that this unassuming arrival would one day rise to the top, redefining the very meaning of the term 'power'... And that he may have achieved said result by joining a criminal organization and clawing his way through its ranks as well as establishing his own business empire that may or may not have relied on slave labor. In the beginning Quinlan was painfully weak and alone, but thanks to his severe trust issues, joining a team was... hard. However, he soon noticed that a lot of people have collars around their necks in this world... People that couldn't exactly betray him. "Oh, so you are a warrior who is looking for a master that strives to become the strongest? You found him." "Wait, you are an assassin with an amazing, rare class who has a cruel master? Let me help you have a change of ownership..." "I know that you might not be a slave, but one of my classes is 'Slave Master', which would make you stronger should you become one... So how about it?" Follow Quinlan's journey as he grows in strength, amasses wealth, fights to the death, and meets lovely ladies. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3

"Fu#k this shit!" This was not the ending I was hoping for after investing so much time and money into this game! The protagonist is dead, leaving behind six heroines. I wanted him to be happy, and I'll make sure he gets his happy ending—even if I have to grab fate by the collar and rewrite the game myself. But just as I thought I'd fixed the ending, why the hell did all six heroines fall for me instead? What about the protagonist? And now that I’ve changed fate… what happens next? --- "The OG MC character is inspired by 'Cale' of the the 'Trash of count family novel' so you might find some similarities. ... Anyway give a try at least 10 chapters before making any decisions to continue reading this novel!!!

The World God of Terra was devoured by the Outer God, and eldritch creatures enslaved all of humanity. Humanity was reduced to mere livestock, wearing collars with their names and barcodes, labeling them as the property of the Outer God. However, hope wasn’t entirely lost. The World Will of Terra blessed some chosen humans who rose up against the lackeys of the Outer God. Female humans became magical girls, while the males could summon mecha armors and become mecha drivers. Unfortunately, despite being a transmigrator, Linsley Sinclair hadn’t obtained a special ability or blessing from the World Will. As Linsley wallowed in depression, thinking about how messed up the world was, he was snapped back to reality by a sound. -Ding! [The God Simulator has been integrated into your soul!] -Ding! [It has been detected that the host’s soul has been marked by the Outer God.] -Ding! [The system has successfully eradicated the Outer God’s slave mark without alerting the Outer God.] -Ding! [It has been detected that the host’s mind has been polluted by the Outer God’s insanity.] -Ding! [The host’s mind has been purified and the host is now immune to the Outer God’s mental pollution.] [The God Simulator was created by the Will of the Infinite Realities to save this multiverse from the Outer Gods’ corruption.] [The main feature of the God Simulator is to create a simulated body and let it transmigrate into another world. The simulated body will enter the simulation, creating an alternate timeline influenced by the host’s actions.] [The God Simulator’s goal is for the host to become a god in every simulated world. The host must complete the normal simulation and become a god before entering the full-dive simulation.] [If the host dies in the normal simulation, it won’t cause true death since it’s only a simulated body. However, if the host dies during a full-dive simulation, it results in true death.] With the God Simulator, Linsley entered the simulation. In his journey to save the world and become a god, he met beautiful goddesses. However… “You’re telling me that those beautiful goddesses in the simulation are all real?” “And now, they are coming to get me? Fuck!” *** Dear readers, here's a challenge for you! Below is a list of goals that, if met, will result in bonus chapter updates: * Every 500 powerstones per week (since they reset weekly) = 2 bonus chapters * Every 100 golden tickets (which reset monthly) = 2 bonus chapters * Every Magic Castle (or any super gift above it) = 5 bonus chapters *** Discord Server Link: https://discord.gg/XD6ShCXZeP

"Mana to breathe, mana to eat, mana to fucking live," Inhale: -0.001 MP… oops! You're out of mana points. (Pay-to-breathe RPG.) Humanity's last walled stronghold. _____ In the world Elio lives, every gasp of air comes at a price. A floating indestructible book for every human, a magical system that turns survival into a pay-to-breathe RPG. Here, poverty isn't just being broke, it's choking. Surrounded by barren land and a sea of monsters on top of it (No water, just literal monsters), each day is a suffocating dance of survival, a balancing act between mana for air and mana for food. In this economy, holding your breath isn't just a game, it's a retirement plan. Driven by desperation (and the city's miserly rulers that don’t cut anyone a break), Elio dives into the Book System’s trials to save his family. Along the way, he unlocks powers he didn’t ask for and starts to figure out... Who he really is. Immerse yourself in an adventure where one young man's stubborn refusal to become a statistic could spark a revolution. Who knew being a pain in the system's rear could change the world? Because in Elio's world, breathing is just the beginning of the revolution and... he's gasping for change. But hey, who said saving the world had to be all doom and gloom? Join Elio as he kicks monster butt, uncovers ancient secrets, and maybe, just maybe, figures out how to grow a tree or two along the way. __________ Warning: May contain traces of world domination, an unhealthy obsession with the periodic table, damage points, progression math, and yes, even a sprinkle of that old "power of friendship" magic. Because sometimes, you need a buddy to help you remember which element does what or even help you calculate those sweet, sweet stats. A quick heads-up: Despite what the cover might suggest, this isn’t a hack-and-slash adventure. Think more along the lines of a turn-based RPG, where strategy and choices matter as much as action. Get ready for a different kind of challenge! If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's our first FL crying and crossing the transparent barrier straight into a pixelated, indistinguishable sea of monsters. Because why not mix emotions with chaos? She's crazy like that! (Not really... or is she?) Discord to check the visuals: https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 I’m still working on it in the little moments I find between writing, editing, making more character images, etc. Little by little, we’ll have a Poked... uh, a full SummonDex! Meanwhile, you can check out the ones on Fandom with their... funny descriptions? Or at least I hope so... orz __________ Post-Win-Win Update: Staying Strong! Hey everyone! First off, thank you for all the support during last month's Win-Win challenge. While we didn’t hit the coveted 1000/1000 goal, getting back to 400 privilege chapters is still a huge accomplishment, and I couldn’t be more grateful. So I still will give away some prizes! Now, let’s address the loot: 4 chapters from the 400 privilege milestone 5 chapters from Legendary Castle gifts = 9 extra chapters Plus, I still owe you 6 chapters from last month, so that’s a total of 15 bonus chapters heading your way! I’ll release them little by little alongside the usual 2 chapters per day. This December, there’s an upcoming chapter-unlock event, and I might have saved a few of these bonuses for that to make it extra special. But don’t worry, every chapter I owe will definitely be delivered! Even though hitting Win-Win status might feel out of reach now, we’re still going strong. Your support means the world to me, whether it’s through privilege, gifts, comments, or just quietly enjoying the story. Thank you for sticking with me and keeping this journey alive! Let’s keep pushing forward together! P.S. Keep an eye out for those extra surprises. You never know when they might drop...

A newly debt-free fruit farmer finds himself reincarnated in a cultivation world after choking to death on his first harvest of strawberries. Follow his adventures as he embarks on a journey to fulfill his promise of growing and tasting the most delicious fruit the world has ever seen.

Elara Lysander is an ordinary woman navigating the monotony of adulthood. Her way to unwind from all the stress of bills and work? Reading. And her favorite novel as of late has been The Day of Eternal Light, which has been all the rage lately. When the novel ends in a way she doesn't expect--with her favorite character and the novel's villain, Caspian Isyndor's death at the hands of the king and the female lead--Elara is saddened, to put it lightly. She finds herself haunted by a dream of Caspian, and when she goes to reread the book, she doesn't expect the words to glow. She definitely doesn't expect to open her eyes and find Caspian standing over her. She learns he has summoned her after he became aware he was living in a loop and heard her sympathetic voice among the masses of voices. He believes that with Elara's knowledge of the ending he cannot remember, he can gain what he has always wanted--his brother's head on a pike and the kingdom of Isyndor in his hands where he believes it belongs. Only after she has helped him achieve this will he send her home. As Elara is thrust into this world of magic and intrigue, she discovers Caspian is not the heartless man he presents himself to be. As they tread the uncertain path filled with dark creatures, political intrigue, and the ever-present threat of his brother's wrath, Elara must face the music: will she be able to turn the tide and give him the happy ending he deserves, or is fate a collar that cannot be removed?

Liam who died while choking on his own spit, got reincarnated into the world of a 18+ rated NTR story. When he loaded the Anti-Pervert System and finds out his very own neighbour is the perverted protagonist, he wanted to punch that scumbag. And that's how the story of him trying to prevent immoral and heinous debauchery started. But who would have thought that he made himself to a perfect target . Schedule: 1-2 new chapters every Monday.

Be sure to join the official HTWQ Discord server for news on the novel, direct updates, polls, & exclusive rewards such as original illustrations: https://discord.gg/pxMTZp9f5j You can donate to the novel: https://ko-fi.com/camillejuteau Growing up as a slave in the Halloween Kingdom, Junk had been a prisoner for as long as he could remember. Born without a healthy nor stable body, he might have been the weakest of all the Minotaurs. Managing to finally escape the confines of his prison cell, the beast wanders the Kingdom’s dangerous roads. His body and soul slowly and painfully withering into nothingness until he miraculously runs into one final chance—the fallen Witch Queen—Lady September Autumn who had just recently been dethroned of her royal title. She provides him the opportunity to remain alive. Keeping his body and soul intact by feeding him with her royal, sacred Queen milk. Of course, this is no act of charity. She asks for his services in return. In exchange for harvesting her milk, Junk must become her loyal servant and bodyguard fulfilling whatever she commands: including hunting down and defeating all of those responsible for her dethronement. Refuse, and no more milk. No more milk, and the Minotaur will be doomed to perish once more. So a symbiotic relationship is formed. However, the ex-prisoner has something in mind for his powerful new Queen. Harvesting the bitch herself! Ultimately corrupting her into his breeding-slut when the time is right and birthing an army of monsters to re-take the kingdom for himself instead. Together, they are marching through this ghoulish and spooky fantasy world plagued with undead, spirits, demons, werewolves, vampires, demonic Gods and far worse! . . . [ Tags ] R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Thick | Thicc | Milf | Gilf | Young & Mature | Choking | Out doors | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action | Demon | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Wise . . . Discord link: https://discord.gg/Vx9zZqB5Ny Donations: https://ko-fi.com/camillejuteau https://www.patreon.com/camillejuteau If you have any question or hate mail: seishihentai@gmail.com Thank you for all the awesome feedback.

The Year is 2060: A Search for a New Home Earth is dying. Pollution chokes the air, resources are depleted, and humanity teeters on the edge of extinction. Kabir, a visionary scientist, and Veer, a passionate environmentalist, refuse to give up hope. Together, they embark on an extraordinary quest to find a new multiverse—a pristine world where humanity can begin again. Kabir’s revolutionary Multiverse Travel Machine allows them to traverse dimensions, exploring alternate realities in search of a habitable universe. With Veer’s deep understanding of nature and Kabir’s cutting-edge technology, they make a formidable team. But every journey into a new multiverse comes with unknown dangers and moral dilemmas. Can Kabir and Veer find the perfect world for humanity? Will they face challenges that test their courage, their friendship, and their very beliefs? To discover their incredible journey and the fate of Earth, read The Exodus to the Multiverse exclusively on Webnovel.

“Lin Yunfeng! Stop right there!” Lin Yunfeng gazed back at the speeding figure behind him. Heart racing, he picked up speed and ran through the abandoned corridor. “You better stop Yunfeng!!” Ren Muchen growled loudly. The little brat was much faster than he had expected. “This is how you wish to face me after you fucking slept with me? Fine! Run then! Let’s see how long you can last,” Panting Lin Yunfeng looked back in panic. “I’m so sorry, it was a mistake. think of it as Stepping on shit. Please forgive me!” he placed a hand on his lower stomach and ran even faster. “Watch out!” Yunfeng gazed ahead in surprise. a half-rotten corpse stood in his way. He came to a screeching halt but the slippery floor made it hard for him to come to a complete stop. He fell unceremoniously face down on the ground. “Fuck,” The zombie jumped onto him with its mouth wide open. Its bloody saliva dripped onto his face. Yunfeng held his breath. He had read about this before but this was the first time he had actually seen an undead. It petrified him. ‘Is this how I die?’ “Growl,” the beast aimed at his neck precisely, Just as he thought his life was coming to an end, a long axe cut through the decayed neck of the Zombie. The heavy zombie fell right on top of him, oozing blood and puss. A hand grabbed him by his collar and lifted him up. “You are not dying, not today, not anytime soon...” Ren Muchen said with a nasty grin/ Yunfeng gulped. Muchen peered into his trembling black eyes coldly. “You know why?” because we are having a baby.” Yunfeng’s hand reflectively went into his tummy. “h-how do you know?” “You knew?! Yet you ran!” Muchen laughed coldly and shook him like a rattle. “Take responsibility you bastard, we created a life that day! “y-yes, I’ll take responsibility!”

In a world ruled by strength, cultivation, and influence, what happens when one man alone holds the power to change everything? "Welcome to the world..." Alaric, born into the family of a Duke, was believed to be just another child. But there’s nothing ordinary about him. Strength is only a fraction of... his oddity. [Nascent One's Guide.] One morning, Alaric awakens to a life-altering power—and a boner. Alaric isn’t ambitious, far from it. He couldn’t care less about strength, fame, or power. If given the choice, he’d spend every moment with the people he loves, doing absolutely nothing. But his obsession with enjoying his life with his loved ones? It grabs him by the collar and drags him toward greatness, forcing him into a world where strength is the only way to survive. “Father... you're their target, aren’t you?” Alaric won’t allow anyone to even think of harming his family. His pursuit of power isn’t for glory or status—it’s for protection. For them. Follow Alaric’s journey as he unravels the truth of the world and climbs to the top, driven not by ambition, but by a relentless need to keep his loved ones safe—no matter the cost.

--- Isabella never chose this. Forced into a marriage with the most feared man in the criminal world, Matteo Antonio, her life is now bound by a contract she didn’t sign willingly. Matteo is a man with a reputation for cruelty, a man who doesn't believe in love or loyalty—only power, control, and the cold, unrelenting pursuit of his own desires. Yet, despite everything she knows about him, despite how much she wishes to escape, there’s something in Isabella that wonders: *What if?* What if there's more to him than the cold exterior he shows the world? Now trapped in a life she didn’t choose, Isabella faces a question that haunts her every day: Will Matteo ever feel for her? Will he ever truly *see* her, not as a prize or a pawn, but as a person? Or will she, slowly but surely, fall for the man who holds her captive—body and heart? It’s a game. One that neither of them can afford to lose. ___________________ "Don't act like this is some big mystery. We both know why I'm here. We both know why I said yes. And we both know you loved my siste" His eyes darkened, his smirk vanishing. He stepped forward, and I stepped back. One step. Two. My back hit the wall. He leaned in close, his breath warm on my cheek. "Who told you," he said slowly, voice as sharp as a blade, "that Matteo *Antonio* has ever had feelings?". I froze. His eyes were like ice, cold and clear, but so much more dangerous. The kind of cold that burned. And suddenly, I felt so stupid. So stupid. All this time, I'd assumed—*no, Gianna told me.* She told me Matteo had feelings for her. She told me he loved her, that she had him wrapped around her little finger. She told me he would have chosen her if she'd stayed. But she was wrong. Because I could see it now, written in his face, in his eyes, in the way he looked at me like I was just another piece on the board. Matteo Antonio didn't *love*. He didn't feel anything at all. "You thought I loved her, didn't you?" His voice was soft, deadly quiet. "Is that why you've been walking around here with your head held so high?" His eyes flicked to my lips, my throat, before landing back on my eyes. "Let me make this clear, *cara mia*." He leaned in so close I could feel his lips brush against the shell of my ear. "I don't love. Not her. Not you. *No one.*" I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest rising and falling so fast it felt like I might choke on it. He pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes, his face unreadable. "Go to bed," he said, turning away from me. His voice had gone cold again, as if the storm had passed. "Tomorrow, you'll learn what it means to be my wife." I stayed there, pressed against the wall, too stunned to move. And as he walked away, I felt it settle into my bones. I wasn't his wife. I was his *prisoner.*

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

"-A thousand years, waiting for the sun to shine on us again. A thousand years, screaming for the gods to take mercy on us. A thousand years, crying for our loved ones to come back to life. A thousand years, of pitying our enemies who suffered the same inhumane human-created disasters due to human greed that knows no bounds." He spoke coldly, choking the lungs of the woman sitting in front of him. The woman who knew nothing, yet, still became a victim of the same disaster he endured for thousands and thousands of years. Her sharp eyebrows that he follows to thin almond-shaped eyes that shone grey with pearls falling from them as if she were a clam endlessly spilling precious jewels with no one to help collect them. However, his mouth still continued to spill the cold truth to her "A thousand years...Waiting to be saved by someone, anyone. How many years can a person hold onto a meaningless life like this? Tell me, Miss Shao. How, in the end, could I have saved my people? Should I have asked them to do the same as me? Cursed to live for eternity being haunted by the ghosts of our past." He smiled ruthlessly while the woman's lips trembled and she wordlessly brushed the tears that escaped her away. "-Force them to witness their loved ones die from either their own hands or mine, their leader. Tell me, exactly what is this life supposed to amount to at the sacrifice of so many others?"

Things go wrong after Jerry hooks up with a stranger at an all freshers party. * * * Bro, you gotta see the way your eyes were on her." He laughed, but less loudly this time." I won't lie, I've done it before, every guy does, she's beautiful, you gotta give it to her." "Well she's cute." She is! "She's beautiful, you know it, that's why you had a one night stand with her." I almost choked on my burger. I had to take a drink before I talked again. "What the hell man?!" I whispered loudly. "What?" "Why did you have to say that out loud like that?" "Oh. Chill, these people are too busy enjoying their burgers to listen to our Convo." He said really chilling about it. I remembered the main thing I was worrying about when I saw her earlier this morning. I didn't use a condom when we were grinding our bodies against each other that night! 'What was I thinking?!' That's what I would ask myself if I didn't have a chance to use one because I did. When I was carrying her, her legs wrapped around my waist tightly, into the room, through rough kisses, I had stopped our liplock, and had told her I didn't have a condom. She said she had some; both male's and female's actually but she didn't want us to interrupt what we were having at that particular moment. I would ask why she had both male and female condoms but she was right, it was too hot, too pleasurable, a moment to interrupt. "I can just take a pill after." She had said.

Chu Mingfeng was an ordinary 32 yrs. old white-collar worker who hated his boring life. He was born in the province and was raised in the capital. After he graduated college, he land himself on a small Tech company. Both of his parents are gone, they passed away when he was young and all of his older siblings has already made their own family, except for him, the youngest. He was single since birth, never interact with a woman nor has a courage to do so. In his 32 years of existence in the land of earth, he never dated anyone and doesn't have any friends even at his work. He practically doesn't have any social life. Chu Mingfeng has decided that once he reach 40's and he's still single then he would just adopt a child and raise them as his own, he planned this for fear of loneliness. He's only hobby is reading online novels and then evaluating them after finishing. One particular novel that he finished really tick him off because of how crappy it is, so he couldn't help but post a complain and curse the author before going to sleep. When he woke up he was on a strange room, he was laying on a hospital bead with his leg spread wide open, he was feeling extremely fatigue and his stomach was slightly bloated. A person who seems a doctor was pulling something out of me. After what it feels an eternity, the thing was finally pulled out, it's a whole damn baby?!?! The doctor then said to me with a happy voice, " Congratulations Mrs. Gu, it's a boy!" ".....what."

Anna's world was crumbling. Her mother's life was fading away, and the medical bills were choking her. In desperation, she made a decision that would cost her a lifetime: a decision to become a baby mama for the wealthy and jerky Adams Winthrop. Adams, the sole heir of the Winthrop Fashion Empire, needed an heir to secure his inheritance. But with his playboy lifestyle and lack of interest in commitment, finding a willing partner seemed impossible. That was until he laid eyes on Anna at the clubhouse. She was in dire need of cash, and he needed a baby. It was a match made of convenience, not love, or so they thought. As the months went by, Anna found herself falling head over heels for the charming and captivating Adams. But could she truly fall for a man who only wanted her for her womb?

I have been close to death more times than I can count. At the time of birth, I underwent an operation almost for a month, due to a damn metal piece stuck inside my stomach. Stabbed in the ribs by a lunatic psychopath? Check. Almost crushed by a falling piano? You bet it happened with me. Heck, I have even survived a lightning strike on a clear, sunny day. But the final nail in the coffin? I choked to death on a grape. A F**ING GRAPE! Dying at 24 because of a slippery fruit, life had a terrible sense of humor. Well, joke’s on me, I guess, because now I’m here—in the fantasy world of Extra Wants to Live, the one trashy web novel I binge-read after a bad breakup. And it's my luck that, I have transmigrated into the body of a villain character, just the day before he dies in the hands of his own maid. Whether I am lucky or unlucky is still debatable though. Welp, that's how it is. And, now I have to survive, not only from the hero and his entourage, but from the actual protagonist of that web novel, who also is a transmigrator like me. I knew the ending already, but........ Would I be able to survive till the end?

“Say you’ll do it.” He choked out, his hands white-knuckling the collar of her night dress. “Promise me.” In that moment Valeria looked at the man in front of her for who he was: the man who, upon his father’s orders, pillaged her country; murdered all disenters; executed her family; manipulated her into signing a marriage pact to save her cousins; instated a military occupation; dragged her to this Mother-forsaken country to make her a spectacle;  and forced her into a marriage she did not want. And yet his worst crime was being a man. Had he been a monster perhaps she wouldn’t have felt sympathy, perhaps she would have laughed in his face while his mother’s blood was still wet on his skin. Mother, perhaps it would have better is she was as apathetic to the world like Elisa, but she was not.  Elisa had been right all along, she gave her energy to people that weren’t deserving of it and some day it would be her undoing. It wouldn’t matter in the end, she had nothing left to give. “Fine.” She breathed. “Say that you will. Say it.” Valeria reached forward and grabbed his jaw to force his eyes to hers. His normally crystalline blue were red rimmed, and his pupils were blown wide- unfocused.  “I will make you emperor.”

Daily dose of my personal yapping. The title was suggested by my keybord, I almost choked on my tea.

Esto es horrible ,el olor es insoportable, que este en una cárcel o calabozo ,tener un collar de esclavo además de estar embarazada y que nos salven de ser vendidos no me sorprende tanto . el nombre del Duque me suena pero sinceramente si tienes como hobby traducir novelas o leerlas , donde hay con el pelo gris ,rojo o negro ya sea de algún color interesante y que casi siempre se le muere la esposa o se pierde su hija por suerte .por las memorias del cuerpo en el que estoy quemaron, mataron y saquearon su hogar además de matarle al marido y cualquier rastro de su familia no se que hacer el suicidio por ahora parece una opción

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

On that day, I observed her approaching me with anticipation. A smile illuminated my face, but as she drew nearer, it became apparent that tears streamed down her cheeks. When she finally stood before me, her hand swiftly met my cheek with a resounding slap. Now I was confused. "You son of a fucking bitch!" she holds me by the collar, "I trusted you!" Tears slowly trickle down her cheeks, leaving glistening trails in their wake. "What did I do?" "You freaking ruined my life." What was she talking about?

I wasn’t so sure if it was my own blood stained my wedding dress. I was so sure that I bathed in crimson as I tried to catch my breath. I held my chest as I can feel the pain for the bullet thoroughly tormented my flesh. My vision was blurry as I tried to see my groom with his devilish look while pointing a gun at me. I’m sure he already fired it, as I tried to stop the blood oozing from my chest. Tears rolled down as I recalled how happy I am at his grand proposal. How he whispers the endless “I love you” to me. How his lips brushed mine as he held me in his embrace.  How sweet his smiles as it were purposely painted like the sun on clear blue skies. Hugo. I looked at him with bitterness as I tried to brush off my tears. I don’t understand why our love ends up like this.  All the love I had shattered as I looked this unfamiliar man in front of me. He walked towards me and he pointed the gun he held in his hands earlier. “My sweetest Jane.” He planted a departing kiss as I tried to talk back but my lips won’t move. My body was trembling with fear with the monster that is willing to end my life.  “I know you must be shocked at this state.” As he played few strands of my hair as I tried to reach him to retaliate but my trembling hands landed at his face, stained his handsome face with the blood from my chest. My tears won’t stop from flowing as I watch him laugh hideously; he held my hands and feels it in his face. I could still feel the warmth in his face.  “Hu..Hugo…Please help me.” Trying to survive and plead. I wonder if one touch could appease his anger and withdraw his gun from my head. “Shhhhhhh….. Don’t cry love. You won’t be alone in your afterlife. You may join your beloved parents, what do you think?” My parents, their faces flashed in my mind as they were supportive in my wedding with Hugo. They were the one who arrange this whole thing as their only cherished daughter. I trembled with wrath as I grabbed his collar with my might. This cursed creature! “What did I do to deserve this!” I shouted with all my voice that left with me. I couldn’t let him go as I gather my strength to get even for my parents. My naïve parents who blindly supported me to be with him.  He laughed evilly and I couldn’t know him. I stood in silence as I listened him laughed in my state, Hugo have you ever loved me? Thought crossed my mind. “You were too stubborn to believe that I loved you Jane. You were easily deluded that I need to get rid of you.”  So this must be the most hurting words I heard. I let him go from my grasp. I know he was waiting seconds to end my life it was that I am a bit impatient. “Indeed I am deluded Hugo. I regret falling in love with you wholeheartedly.” I pulled the trigger from the gun he pointed at me and I fell into darkness. Everything was a lie. Before I totally lose my senses, I could hear a woman calling Hugo and stood toward his side. I could still gaze at the approaching shadow and it became clearer and clearer. I clenched my face of what I saw. It was my sister, Allison and behind her were my parents. I wanted to laughed with the twist of events. Nobody know I could still heard them talking in my dying self. I could feel my mother’s hand wring my neck to sure that I will die. I could not resist.  My death was stage. My death was….

In the third week of dating Finley Garcia, Victoria Young overheard him yapping: "That so - called true - born daughter the Young family dug up ain't got no love from 'em. I'm just messing around with her, for kicks." "Back when Victoria first strutted her stuff back into the Young family, she had a wicked allergic reaction to pineapple on day one. And it was her two older bros who pulled that stunt on purpose, just to show her who's boss." Victoria didn't waste a second and dumped Finley flat. She also cut all the strings tied to the Young family. Finley didn't give a hoot. Victoria was just a washed - up rich chick that nobody would give two cents for. He was dead sure she'd come crawling back to him sooner or later. But then, news hit the streets that she'd tied the knot with another dude. Finley lost his marbles. He guzzled booze until he puked blood and banged on her door like a madman, his eyes all red and wild, hollering, "Vicky, dump that guy and let's get back together..." Well, he sure didn't see this coming. When the door swung open, there was this big - shot guy with major swagger. His collar was a bit loose, and he had some real suggestive red marks on his neck. The guy snarled, "You got a death wish or something? Try messing with my wife again and see what happens."

Taehyung had always been a ghost in his village—hidden in the shadows, a boy condemned to loneliness by whispers of secrets too heavy to carry. Every glance he met was filled with suspicion, every interaction tinged with fear. He never understood why until his father, broken and bloodied on his deathbed, revealed the truth that would shatter the fragile cage of his life. Taehyung was cursed. He bore a gift so rare, so feared, it could bring entire kingdoms to ruin—the power to command the monsters that haunted humanity's darkest dreams. His family had buried this truth, locking him away like a prisoner, not to protect him, but to protect the world from him. All his life, he had lived in isolation, suffocating beneath the weight of a destiny he never chose. But fate is merciless. The night the beast came was supposed to be like any other—a quiet evening under a silver moon. Instead, it became a nightmare that would forever stain his soul. The monster tore through the village with relentless fury, its claws drenched in the blood of those Taehyung loved. His father, his mother, every voice that had once spoken his name—all silenced by the beast’s deafening roar. When the dawn broke, it brought no solace. Ash choked the air, the bodies of the villagers lay scattered like discarded dolls, and Taehyung stood alone among the ruins of his shattered life. The silence was deafening. Grief swallowed him whole, a tidal wave of despair that left him gasping for breath. And yet, from the depths of his agony, a vow was born. He would hunt the creature that had stolen his family, his home, his world. But vengeance wasn’t enough. Taehyung swore to defy the fate that had cursed him to a life of fear and solitude. He would rise from the ashes, not as a victim, but as a master—a Beast Master. Yet, grief has a way of twisting even the purest intentions. As he ventures into a cruel and broken world, Taehyung finds himself hunted—not just by the monsters that lurk in the shadows, but by humans who covet his power. Kings, mercenaries, and factions would stop at nothing to claim him as their pawn. And as whispers of his gift spread, he begins to question whether he is a savior—or the very thing he has sworn to destroy. The Beast Master's Vow is a haunting tale of loss and vengeance, where sorrow is a constant companion, and hope flickers like a dying ember. As Taehyung battles the darkness within and without, readers will be drawn into a world painted in ash and blood, where even the brightest victories are shadowed by the deepest despair. Prepare to cry, to rage, to mourn with Taehyung, and to question whether the line between hero and monster was ever there at all.

The air was thick with smoke and the scent of blood, heavy enough to choke her as she clung to the shadows. She’d grown up within these walls, the stone corridors of her family’s stronghold, where she’d always been the quiet one, the unassuming Luminary, watching her kin wield their power over the wolves below with an iron fist. Tonight, the fortress shook under the force of rebellion. A war-cry echoed nearby, and she shivered, feeling the ground tremble as wolves overthrew the guards in waves, the very magic that had once bound them broken. The legends always said that the Luminaries were untouchable, but here they were—falling, one by one, as the stronghold became a grave. She ducked into an alcove, her back pressed against the cold stone, heart racing as her mind fought to make sense of the chaos. The Luminaries’ rule was absolute; they controlled everything and everyone with invisible threads of power. They were feared, revered—and yet, she knew what had been done in her family’s name. The iron discipline, the cold cruelty that had been deemed necessary, even just. But now, face to face with what that cruelty had cost, she felt a hollowness settle in her chest. A shadow appeared at the end of the hall. She stiffened, recognizing him immediately. He was the one from the old stories, the one who had somehow resisted the Luminaries’ control, a man of a bloodline immune to her family’s magic. His eyes, dark as midnight, swept the corridor before falling on her. In that moment, every instinct told her to run, but her body wouldn’t move, caught between dread and a strange sense of fate. He stopped before her, and his gaze bored into her, assessing, calculating. “So,” he said finally, voice cold. “This is where they hid the last of you.” She swallowed, lifting her chin. “I… I didn’t ask for any of this.” “Didn’t you?” His words were sharp, cutting through the chaos. “How convenient. That’s what they all say when they’re caught.” The accusation stung, but she kept her gaze steady. “Not everyone deserves to die.” His lips curled in a bitter smile. “Spoken like a true Luminary. Even now, you cling to the lies they fed you.” The weight of his anger was palpable, filling the air around them. She could feel his fury like a storm, a hatred so raw it burned her. And yet, as he glared at her, she saw a flicker of hesitation, a crack in the armor he wore so tightly. She didn’t know that, in her softness, she held a power she didn’t understand—a quiet magic, subtle but unyielding, that drew him in against his will. He closed the distance between them, his hand gripping her arm firmly. “The others will die,” he murmured, his tone edged with finality. “But you, you’re coming with me. You’re too dangerous to be left alive, but maybe you’re just valuable enough to be kept breathing.” Her heart hammered, the weight of his words settling over her as he pulled her forward, binding her fate to his, a captive of the very rebellion that had destroyed her family.

Hello, everyone. If you're reading this, you may have read my other stories. I'm starting this one as a bit of a "getting back into it" story. (The synopsis will be further down) Both stories I've written will continue in the near future. (I have to re-read them because I've experienced a massive bout of memory loss.) Apologies for those of you waiting, but I had unavoidable circumstances that impeded my writing experiences. The cover isn't mine but it's been lightly photoshopped. If you want it taken down, tell me. (Signed by Author on April 25th, 2023) Anyways, time for the synopsis: Lia was a simple girl in her previous life. Well not really, considering she was the hit woman for the largest mafia organization that operated within the United States. Over the years, her exceedingly high kill count, and overall success rate was something to be afraid of. Her personality was something akin to pure confidence, bordering on arrogance. She dealt with people the same way she did her enemies. By ruining their lives in the most horrific ways. IE: Setting them up for FBI investigations, having their houses repossessed by the government, or even having them framed for a serious crime. Lia was someone that no one wanted to ever cross. If you did cross her, you might as well have signed your own death certificate! That was until she was smacked in the head by a falling piano. While following through on a hit, no less! I mean, come on! A piano?! that's unfathomably crazy. Well, despite getting hit by a literal piano, she still managed to finish the job. But the very next day, she choked on a sandwich and nearly died! Her luck seemed to have literally bottomed out. This "streak of bad luck" had continued in her life for years! Literal years! She had come so close to dying so many times that she was genuinely confused as to how this could happen to someone! From falling down a flight of stairs to nearly breaking her neck during a cartwheel (despite having so much experience that she could do them with her eyes closed.) Lia had experienced so many near-death experiences that she had become entirely immune to the weird circumstances happening around her. Eventually, the bad luck did catch her. She was minding her own business, walking through the streets of Seattle when a coin rolled across the ground and tripped someone else, who dropped an umbrella, which she tripped over. Her fall had her land directly into the flow of moving traffic. She was then hit by a small square-body pickup truck. It had a small sticker of a smug smiling face attached to its front bumper. Lia had died because of what was essentially a coin. A coin had actually managed to kill a human being. Not just any human, but one of the most feared people within the US. Warnings for all readers: -This novel will (at some point) contain lesbian sex scenes. -System tag doesn't mean in the most literal way. (you'll find out more if you read it.) -This may become a Yuri harem novel (haven't decided.) -Will contain very strong LGBTQ+ themes

Jing Yun looked at the scene before him. The prince who was supposed to fall in love with the sleeping princess was making love eyes at the frog. "Fuck." Yu Xian cursed—out of the three of them, she was always the quickest to think, so it wasn't a suprise that she was the first to realize how badly they messed up. He could already see her scrambling towards Gu Feng, probably to choke the other, but Jing Yun was still processing everything so he's not in the right state to stop her. After a couple of minutes, he could hear a cry coming from the corner, though he barely managed to register it, too focused on the sight of the prince currently making out with the frog. "YOU BASTARD! YOU GAVE HIM THE WRONG POTION!!!" . . . The Matchmaking Agency, an organization with the sole purpose of tying the heart's of people, and making the love blossom, despite this, the agency and it's workers does everything, well...except for that purpose. "We set off a bomb, pissed off a god, messed with an Empire and now we're inside a monster's mouth...are you sure this has anything to do with love?" Jing Yun asked as he looked at his fellow workmates—the three of them were currently floating on a green liquid, probably the monster's saliva. "Love is complicated." "We're going to die! STOP TALKING AND DO SOMETHING!!!" Jing Yun contemplated on Yu Xian's wistful answer and then to Gu Feng's life and death scream. With a nod, Jing Yun concluded: Love is really complicated. "Stop with that bullshit, we're being eaten alive for fuck's sake!" Truly complicated.