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I died of a heart attack after reading a 100k entertaining BL novel that was so tragic that I wanted to go to the book and yell at them. So that's what happened. Really. Hope transmigrated, not as the vicious supporting role or canon fodder ABCD but as an extra. Hope: Have you ever heard of the saying God helps those who help themselves? She was there cause some system messed her up. She doesn't want to help anyone anymore. She's the second male lead's sister. The second male lead is the sunny boy with common sense in a world without it. The friend who wants to sleep with you and then dies. Yeah, no thanks. So she fucking interrupted all the ways her father and stepmother were meeting. Since the plot was collapsed until the author couldn't recognize it anymore. She took the matter into her own hands and fucking faked an unrequited love for the main character. Why him? Because one mf can't explain stuff to him. He wants a script. She gives it to him. What a nice relationship, right? No emotions invested. No one ever told me this guy was bisexual.

Lex, a young boy, was the first person to complete the game Elecnor. Just as he was about to share his accomplishment on social media, a pop-up interrupted him. [FINAL MISSION COMPLETE!! WOULD THE PLAYER LIKE TO EMBARK ON ANOTHER EXTRA EXCITING ADVENTURE?] [Y/N] Thinking it was just another hidden map or secret quest, he readily clicked Yes. But in the next moment, he lost consciousness as a massive, inverted eye appeared on the screen. --- When he opened his eyes again, Lex found himself in another—yet strangely familiar—body, which turned out to be his own created character, Lex ShadowBane. And so, after a few twists and turns, he joined the most prestigious academy—Aurelius Grand Academy. With his maxed-out level and the items he had brought along, he thought he would live an easy life in the world of Elecnor. But this world was far darker and more twisted than he had imagined, a place where countless figures played with lives like mere pawns from the shadows. Watch as he fights not only those lurking behind the scenes but also others who dare to interfere in his life—all just to live in peace. --- Points to note before reading: The MC won’t be some peace-loving saint, nor will he be a bloodthirsty madman. He will kill only those who have bad intentions toward him. (Can’t say the same for the side characters.) At most, a single female lead. No harem. Obviously, an overpowered MC. --- And lastly, thanks for reading! Support if you like it.

[Detecting the birth of a new god... Data traction in progress] [Alert! Intrusion detected: %*#... Data traction interrupted] [Divine Revelation Protocol activated. Initiating emergency replication. The Legion of Judges has been dispatched...] [1%... 5%... 33%... 99%] [Replication complete!] [Rebooting and reconstructing the world...] … Becoming a god feels like a grand deception. Instead of ascending to the heavens, you awaken inside a mere clay idol. You have become a god—yet only the weakest, most nameless one. You don't even have a body of your own. [Detecting host awakening... Binding process initiated] [Binding complete. Initial gift pack activated. Congratulations, host! You have obtained the talent: Tribute Hundredfold Amplification!] [A believer offers you a pebble. You receive a Holy Crystal!] [A believer offers you a wooden stick. You receive the Spear of Longinus!] [A believer offers you a harmonica. You receive the Archangel’s Trumpet!] Good. "From this moment forth, the gods shall heed my command. Who stands with me, and who dares oppose?" Seated deep within the sacred temple, you gaze upon the vast cosmos at your feet, looking over the myriad realms with serene indifference.

Zarek, an average D-Rank hunter, possesses a remarkable mana reserve and a unique absorption skill that only enhances healing magic and potions. Desperate to fund his ailing mother's treatment, Zarek bravely enters a portal above S-Rank with fellow hunters. However, their quest takes a dire turn when they encounter a formidable S-Rank monster, leaving Zarek severely injured. On the brink of collapse, a mysterious voice interrupts his struggle: "Absorption skill active. Mana Crystal detected - S-Rank. Would you like to use absorb on this item?" Will Zarek's absorption skill hold the key to his survival, and what secrets lie within the mysterious S-Rank Mana Crystal?

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

[ R18+ ] "TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF…NOW!!" Zara commanded the king Erythian in anger as her eyes turn blood red. he didn't see it coming and his face is flushed with shock.. "WHAT? LYS—" he asked before she interrupts. "if I have to ask again...I WILL DO IT MYSELF" she is unrelenting. Does Eythian comply? Zara, a modern girl from Colombia law school is transmigrated into the body of an ancient queen. She wakes up as Queen Lysandra. With a turn of events, she is Obsessed over by the ruthless, Warlord Alaric and finds herself Falling so dearly for him even if she is aware that it’s forbidden. Simultaneously, she is also betrothed to and in love with his enigmatic half brother King Erythian. let it be known that both brothers detest each other. she fights to hold on to her heart, but fate is cruel. Everything shatters and the man who destroyed her…now owns her. The lines between love and duty are blurred as Zara must navigate threats against the kingdom, alongside the love triangle with her between two brothers who despise each other. As she is taken further into a world of secrets. Will Zara honor Queen Lysandra`s duty to the crown and her people, or will she risk it all to follow the desires of her heart?

Selina gasped for air, her heart racing as her body involuntarily thrashed in her sleep. Her indigo eyes flicked open wide as she choked back a scream. She looked up into Liam's worried face as he wiped away the beads of sweat forming on her brow with a damp cloth. "Lina, this was the longest one yet. Your whimpering and thrashing woke me about 36 minutes ago, and you were already covered in sweat." Liam told her, his voice heavy with concern as he glanced at the clock. Liam ran his hand through his hair. "Please tell me you remember something this time." He asked, almost pleading. Selina shook her head while sitting to look out the window. Over the forest, the orange-pink hue of the sunrise was starting to appear. Selina breathed deeply as she tried to recall something, anything other than the emotions she experienced during her dreams, but as usual, she was unable to. Some dreams were comforting and made her feel warm. Those dreams involved a blonde-haired man with green eyes. The other dreams, much like the current dream, left her full of despair and fear or left her feeling just plain empty. Usually all she could recall of those dreams was fire or blood. Liam stood up, muscles tense as he raised his arms and ran both hands through his thick black hair again, grabbing a fistful which he let fall back as he spoke, "Maybe she was wrong. Or maybe the prophecies were wrong. Maybe we really are Moonglow and not Lunaria. I don't know." Liam sighed deeply, sitting on the edge of his bed and turned to face her again before continuing, "Lina, your dreams are getting worse, and time is running out. You haven't dreamed of him in months. We don't know anything, not really. We just have mom's fairy tales. It's been ten years, maybe our memories are wrong. I... I just wish we had some guidance, something firm." An image of an attractive man with a square jawline, full red lips, deep green eyes and chin-length shaggy blond hair flashed through Selina's mind. She inhaled deeply before speaking, "He's Valentino. We need to get to Red Lake Pack." ********************************************************************* The Lunaria bloodline has been hunted for generations forcing them to live as lone wolves to conceal their identities and ensure the chance to fulfill the prophecy. According to Selina’s mother, Selina Moonglow is the prophesied one. With the disappearance of her mother when she was young, Selina only knows four things: Her dreams will guide her Never reveal their true last name Follow her instincts Her wolf will stay bound until she accepts her mate. ****************************************************************** Selina stood before him, her fated mate. She had dreamt of his scent and his eyes for months now. A warmth crept over her as the flutter deep within her belly increased, almost to the point of breathlessness. He was seated at his desk, studying something with his shaggy blonde hair covering has face as he looked down. Why isn’t he looking up? The mate bond should be forcing his eyes to me... Selina thought. Confused she called his name, “Valentino..” Before she could finish, his cold, hard voice interrupted her, “It’s Alpha Valentino. Get out. I’m busy. Make an appointment.”

After years of grinding away at a monotonous job, the protagonist finally takes a well-deserved break, hoping to relax and "touch grass." But what starts as a simple attempt at cleaning his chaotic apartment takes a strange turn when he stumbles upon an **old smartphone** buried in his storeroom. Charging it out of curiosity, he finds himself drowning in a wave of nostalgia—**old photos, familiar names, and memories long forgotten.** But just as he begins reminiscing, a **mysterious phone call** interrupts the quiet night. At first, it seems like nothing—just an unknown number, no reply. But as the calls persist, a chilling realization creeps in. **Someone, or something, is trying to reach him.** What secrets lie hidden in the past? And why, after all these years, is it suddenly coming back to haunt him? The night is long, the phone keeps ringing, and the past refuses to stay buried.

18+ Quick Transmigration BL/LGBT, M-Preg MC/Phoenix/Bottom/Shou/Switch, ML/Top/Gong/Switch-only for MC Both MC & ML are complex characters, and each arc will highlight the different sides to their personalities so some arcs MC maybe a power bottom and in some ML takes charge. But mostly MC is bottom, and ML is top. Join us as we follow a young anti-hero named Phoenix, as he tries to free himself from the clutches of whom ever kidnapped him and imprisoned him, gain power & knowledge in order to take them down & regain his memory that's been locked away from him. It seems that someone else was after Phoenix too but for what and why would they help him escape? Solaris the sentient A.I. system that hacked into The Jailer System that had been forcibly bound to Phoenix's soul and helped to spring Nix from his prison but for what reason and at what cost? No good deed goes unpunished and nothing absolutely nothing in the multiverse is ever completely free. But what choice does Nix have? Surely following Solaris' missions cannot be worse than what he left behind right? Is this just another way for his captors to abuse him more? Can he ever be truly free when he just spent the last 32 thousand years being forced to live one horrific abusive life after the other. Can he even dream of healing when he cannot forget even a single moment, he spent in that hell hole? This story begins at the end of his imprisonment from "hell" and follows his journey to discovering himself, regaining his lost memory and discover who and what was and is behind all this. But can he handle the truth? What happens if he were to learn that he was being punished for crimes against the celestial Dragon Emperor and heaven itself? Could he truly be capable of such a thing and if so, what will he do then? One could definitely say that Nix is an anti-hero, since he is not benevolent but would not stand for injustice happen to the innocent or those, he deems worthy enough to care for and about. Nix is cold, apathetic & keeps everyone & everything at arm's length. Despite his cold, arrogant, apathetic & aloof exterior, Nix surprisingly has a big soft heart for animals & children, as well as all things cute & adorable but he would never admit it. ML: Hey what about me? Nix: What about you? Who are you again anyways? ML: ...? Solaris & Author: eating popcorn & booked peanuts (I know they aren't for everyone, don't come for me) ML: Nix how can you say that? Mrs_TNT do something he's being hateful again for no reason! Why must he always push me away? What did I ever do to him? Author Mrs_TNT: Is that a serious question right now? Well, I guess you'll have to read to find out. This story begins at the end of his first imprisonment and follows Phoenix as he tries to recover his memories from before he was imprisoned and bound to the Jailer System as well as gain power and complete the missions given by Solaris until he can finally be free and exact his revenge before he has his soul annihilated so that he never reincarnates again. I may do flashbacks or even write a prequel after this novel is finished depicting his long, long journey just to get to the beginning of this novel. Be Warned! There will be several triggering topics addressed in this novel, though it is not a dark romance it does touch on abuse: neglect, mental, verbal, physical and sexual. This is a Boy Love, LGBT or gay romance novel that will have explicit scenes. I will not be putting warnings up as I go along. I am working through some of my own trauma through writing this novel, so I understand it is not for everyone. That said this is very loosely based off some of my own experiences and any coincidences between names, places or events is just that a coincidence and have nothing in common unless I state other wise and will credit it if I do as well. Cover art was made by me using A.I. image generator and editing it myself. I hold all rights to this novel.

Rosalie Ravenswood and Christopher Windham entered a marriage of convenience, bound by their families’ agreement and the absence of fated mates. But just one week after their wedding, Christopher asked for a divorce, and Rosalie left without protest. What neither of them knew was that she was already carrying his child. Shunned by her family and pack, Rosalie sought refuge inside the pack of rogues under her grandfather's care, determined to build a new life for herself and her unborn child far from the shadows of her past. Six years later, her quiet world is interrupted when Christopher appears on her doorstep, holding his late grandfather’s hidden will—one that inexplicably requires her involvement. Determined to shield her young son from the tangled intrigues of the pack's complicated politics, Rosalie hides his identity and agrees to help resolve the matter, hoping to sever her final ties to that world for good. But returning to the life she thought she had left behind proves more dangerous than she anticipated. With the growing tension within the Moonshadow pack, Rosalie realizes that keeping her son’s identity hidden may be far more difficult—and far riskier—than she ever imagined.

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

His gaze was intense and piercing, it was as if he could see through her. As he neared Nicholina felt her heart skip a beat,every step he took towards her had a strange effect on her, which she couldn't decipher. His intense gaze, swept over her seeing through the thin fabric that showed off all her curves. swallowing hard, Rheaphel's hand moved involuntarily to explore every part of her curves. The closer his hand got, Nicho felt the air live her lungs. It was as if the air was caught up by a magical force. Every movement of his hands on her pale skin caused a strange and unyielding need in her that terrified yet triggered an excitement in her. suppressing a moan that threatened to escape her mouth. Nicholina was glad when a knock interrupted

in a world where ghosts roam, a group of people called soul facilitators have the duty of sending the roaming ghosts to the after life, but their mission is interrupted eventually.

"You kept my son from me for five years?" Alexander’s voice cracked with disbelief, anger radiating off him as he towered over Daniela. She squared her shoulders, though her hands trembled. "I didn’t think it mattered back then. I was nothing to you, Alexander. Just a distraction—a side chick you could forget the moment I walked out of your life." "That’s not fair!" he snapped, his jaw tightening. "You knew what my life was like. I didn’t—" "You didn’t think about me, did you?" she interrupted, her voice rising. "After that one night, you moved on as if nothing happened. But I was left with something I couldn’t ignore—our son." Alexander froze, his piercing gaze searching hers. "You could’ve come back. You could’ve told me." "I tried!" Daniela shot back, her voice breaking. "But when I saw you again, you were with her—the perfect fiancée, the love of your life. I realised I’d just be a complication in your already perfect world." "You don’t get to make that choice for me," he said, his voice low and trembling with restrained fury. "I deserved to know. Noah deserved to know who his father was." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "Maybe I was wrong, but I didn’t want my child growing up feeling unwanted... like I was nothing more than a mistake to you”.

[Volume 1 fully completed with what you must be looking for! Book will continue when other book- The plot collapse is finished.] “There are chosen ones in this world, ones that are born with extremely-high luck and ridiculous talent, unlike us lowly ones who can only wait to grow old and die.” Just like those popular stories he had read online, in this brand-new world where people pursue immortality, Shenshah thought that he too was someone destined to be great. Sadly, years have passed since he transmigrated yet he is still an average person struggling to find his place. Just when Shenshah was about to completely give up on his goals, a strange voice interrupted his thoughts… [Create Family and Earn Rewards System Activated…] “What?” -Never in his wildest dreams did he expected that bringing a wife home would change his fate! ……… Don’t worry as there’s [NO NTR] [NO Yuri] as author strongly disdains such genre. …….. Additional tags- (Lesbian/yuri girl turned straight by mc) (No dense mc) (no hidden pretending to be a big shot) (No Filler chapters) (crisp to the point plot) (No useless mysterious backgrounds) (no beta mc) (Tsundere) (yandere) (Human-non human relationship) (harem) (comedy) (smart and observant mc) (netori) (blackmail) (bloodshed) (Obsessive lovers) (marriage) (pregnancies) (Wholesome love) (elves/werewolves/vampires/dwarves/demons) (regret?) **Cover as well as character images are generated using Fotor Ai. To join the author invite only discord server please add me on discord -c2#8780. ——-x——-x—— **English used is mostly Uk/British version.

Jacques Albert, the cool kid from high school had lived most of his life in solitude. He found company only when he is with a game pad tapping away his game characters to victory. Along the line, Jacq's friend Karl indirectly made him popular among the boys when he invited him over to the skate park to have fun. He ran into a sort of trouble with a skate gang and the only way to redeem himself is to beat Cyrax, the best gamer in the area in a 1v1... "... But do you know what else I can do? Jacq went on like he hadn't been interrupted. "... I CAN GAME." He gained a little popularity after then but suddenly, his life took a whole new turn. He was kidnapped by a secret corporation that deals with an advanced futuristic technology... The commander of the Corp was his classroom crush from high school, Cassie. He found out the reason for his kidnap later on, and in another wild turn of events, Cassie planned his escape when her father wanted to have them killed. Their adventitious run from the soldiers led him to the source of the advanced technology the Corp operates on. By accident, he suffered a deadly blast from the when he got close to the Blue Orb. He died... Then, rose back to life again mysteriously. But a strange system followed him back to his present life. With the system came serious responsibilities, as he has to use to system to solve his many mysteries and overcome his many obstacles. Will he be able to master this Strange System and survive the dangers that lurk in the shadows?

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”

Yuna, a strikingly beautiful but fiercely independent young woman, arrives at Seoul National University in a gleaming limousine, her intelligence matched only by her sharp tongue. Her arrival is interrupted by Hyeri, a childhood rival whose presence reignites their long-standing academic feud.

He doesn’t understand his own emotions—he feels too much, yet comprehends too little. Pity weighs on his soul like an iron chain, binding him to a world he despises. He sympathizes with everyone, even those who wrong him, yet he hates himself most of all. Love? That’s a concept far beyond his grasp, an illusion he has never been able to understand. Then, one day, his ordinary walk home is interrupted by an act of divine will. The road vanishes, replaced by an endless hall that radiates an overwhelming presence. A celestial being of unimaginable beauty greets him, claiming that he has been "chosen." But not as a hero, not as a savior—he is to become the villain of another world. His only objective? Survive. If he does, he will gain the right to participate in the Gods' Game, a challenge that could grant him anything—even omnipotence itself. But how can one play the role of a villain when their heart refuses to be cruel? When pity overrides logic, when self-hatred clouds judgment, and when love remains an enigma? As he navigates a world that sees him as an enemy, he must decide—will he embrace the darkness assigned to him, or will he defy fate itself? In a game watched by gods, every choice is entertainment. And in the end, even a villain can rewrite their story.

In the bustling, magical marketplace of Velanthra, Elara, a young woman marked by a mysterious silver sigil on her temple, searches for a rare shard of starlight. Her quest leads her to Kael, a enigmatic man with an otherworldly presence, who possesses the very shard she seeks. Their encounter is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a Harbinger, a chaotic creature that hunts those touched by fate. Kael reveals that Elara’s mark is not a curse but a key to a powerful destiny. He is a Fatebinder, a guardian of the threads that weave the fabric of reality, and he has been searching for her. As the Harbinger closes in, Kael and Elara are forced to flee, embarking on a perilous journey to unlock the secrets of her mark. Together, they navigate a world of ancient magic, hidden prophecies, and dangerous foes. Along the way, their bond deepens, blending romance with the urgency of their mission. Elara must learn to harness her latent powers, while Kael struggles with his own haunted past and the weight of his duty. As they uncover the truth about the silver sigil, they realize that Elara’s destiny is intertwined with the fate of their world. She must choose between saving it or risking its destruction. With the Harbinger and other dark forces relentlessly pursuing them, Elara and Kael face a race against time to fulfill their roles in the grand tapestry of fate.

I'm Xavier Cromwell, a 21-year-old university student and web novel author. My days are pretty routine—attending classes, managing assignments, and squeezing in time to write my novel "RISE FROM THE ASHES". Today seemed no different, the steady clatter of my keyboard filling the room as I crafted another chapter. But then the doorbell rang, interrupting my flow. DING! I sighed, reluctantly pushing away from my desk and heading to the door. Little did I know, my life was about to take a turn I never saw coming. The moment I opened the door, something—or rather someone—came barreling into me. It was like a pink blur, and before I could even react, I was on the floor, knocked flat by what felt like a human missile. Clutching onto me, the pink rocket—no, a girl, her arms wrapped tightly around me—gazed up with sparkling eyes and, in the sweetest, most endearing voice, she whispered: "I've finally found you, my HUSBAND~" *** Note: The story takes place in an alternate universe, with a different geography and countries. Genre: Action, Adventure, Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Yandere, Mecha, Harem, Sci-fi A/N: [About NTR and Yuri] "No one will be harmed. I swear to God." "The NTR B*stards butchered every Vanilla Fans when they took over Webnovel." "I am not those B*stards. I am Rex... Rex_Ashburn."

The Demon Lord Descension. A terror for all races except the demons who live in blood. But as the tale goes every coin has two sides. A terror will always bring a hero to defeat it. "Hero, we are so sorry for summoning you on such short notice but please help us!", that's how I was brought to this world... Or something like that. Heroes? Demons? I don't really care for all of it, I just want to sleep, to cradle something warm. But why does no one understand? Why do they always keep interrupting me, stop waking me. STOP. WAKING. ME! "Hero, you finally approach my dark lair after 3 years. It's a shame that it won't matter tho-" A slice comes across the room as the furry beast is beheaded during his speech. "I just wanted 20 more minutes..."

We can all predict a chinese romance drama. But not Diana Abraham and Demetri Anders tale of love. It all starts with the jealousy, the drugging, the one-night stand, the escaping with pregnancy, and the returning all powerful and unstoppable. Then, the stranger comes to play dad. Coming to claim his 'blood' and a better shot at life. Can you predict the script when the roles are reversed? Characters get mixed up. And no one follows the script. ....... e unique features of this stranger. His long eyelashes, straight nose, his blue eyes, just like Darlene's, his pink lips and tall shoulders, All gave him an effeminate charm. But one think was unmistakable- his features were like that of Damien's. Having read a lot of romance drama, everyone understood what was going on. This was the part where the mysterious lover comes to claim the baby. "Who let santa in?" Darlene asked quietly. What? Santa?! His own daughter called him santa. "Darlene, don't be silly, it's not Christmas. " Diana corrected. "You can leave", Damien said. No room for objection. Demetri was quietly observing them. Darlene was easygoing and unrestrained also very curious. Damien was quiet strict and capable. "I'm...", Demetri started. "Santa?" Darlene interrupted. "..." everyone in the room. "Your dad." Pfft! Darlene burst out laughing. "Don't be silly, I know my mum is very pretty but if we believed every guy that said that, we would have..." Darlene began counting seriously with her beautiful fingers. "52 dads, each week some guy claims he's our dad", she continued. "I really am". Demetri was getting a headache. "Sorry, that line has been used." "..." According to the script, Aren't the children suppose to secretly yearn for fatherly love but doesn't bring it up in order not to hurt their mum. What went wrong here? "Even if it was Christmas, i won't wish for a dad." Darlene said. "Aren't you always bullied for not having one?" Demetri asked. "Nope, i was once hurt by a boy because I told him that he was disgusting, smelly and stupid. Brother promised to teach me some skills later." So it was indeed a misunderstanding, Damien thought. "Kids, he's your real father." Diana intervened. So in this case, it was the mum hoping the kids would accept a dad. Quite comical. "We're don't need anyone else mum." Damien finally spoke. "But..." Diana was cut off. "Alright, we all know you didn't see the stranger's face clearly. How're you sure he's telling the truth?" Damien was really rational. "We look alike!" The script wasn't what Demetri had revised. "7% of people look alike in this world and plastic surgery is available. Who knows you might be the one wearing my face?" Damien queried. "..." I am really speechless right now. From who did he inherit his debating skills? But I came prepared, DNA TESTS. Demetri dropped the DNA tests on the table for them to see. It matches! "Were this forged?", Darlene asked curiously. Ah! So she's the annoyingly curious type but how did understand this stuff and how could her mind be so impure to ask such a question? "In case you're curios too, each of the 'dads' would bring one too." "..." Now, Demetri felt defeated. Wait! He still had something, his identity. Why would someone of great importance such as himself go through all that trouble to marry a single mum with two kids? "Maybe because she's really pretty and rich and so worth it." Darlene answered. Could she read minds?! "No, i can't read minds. I am very good at observing body languages. After being defeated countless of times by two children. Most people ask themselves if it's worth it". Wow! She's good. "I'm Demetri... " "Anders?". Yeah, wait! What?! I'm screwed this time.... Oh no! To Be Continued...

Minamoto Kazuya is an ordinary 2nd year highschool boy who's always sleepy. He frequently sleep on the rooftop of his school. One day, an incident occured thus interrupting his peaceful moment. He saw a group of bullies were beaten up by a girl. She is his classmate. Who would've thought this occurrence will lead to a love blooming relationship between these two. (Note: I dont have experience in writing novel lmao and why tf am i using Japan setting. Am not even japanese duh. Okay just enjoy my shitty romcom.) (cover image not sponsored, stole it from google)

Prologue: In the heart of Metropolis X, a city that thrived on speed and adrenaline, lived Alex – a skilled and fearless racer with a lineage steeped in the legacy of illegal racing. With vibrant hair that mirrored the neon lights of the city and a determination that matched the roar of engines on the tracks, she was a force to be reckoned with. Alex's passion for racing was unmatched, but her single-minded dedication raised concerns among her friends. They worried that her life revolved entirely around the racetracks, leaving little room for love and companionship. Although Alex brushed off their concerns with a confident smile, deep down, she wondered if there was more to life than the thrill of the race. One evening, while working on a coding project at her home computer, Alex was annoyed by a series of irritating pop-ups that flooded her screen. As a top-notch hacker, it was unusual for her to encounter such nuisances. Curiosity got the better of her, and she investigated the source of these pesky interruptions. Among the relentless pop-ups, one stood out – an ad for a mysterious app called "The Love Algorithm." With each click, the app persisted, asking if she was ready for love. Initially dismissing it as a scam, Alex repeatedly declined the offer. Yet, the persistent pop-ups continued, each time with a more intriguing question about her desire for love. Finally, with a hint of a smirk, Alex decided to entertain the app's request. After all, she was confident in her hacking abilities and didn't believe any online platform could outsmart her. She completed her personal profile on the Love Algorithm app, treating it as a fun diversion rather than a genuine pursuit of love. As she clicked the final button, an unexpected message flashed across her screen: "Congratulations, Alex. You have a match!" To her surprise, she was connected with a mysterious individual named Max. Intrigued by the mystery and eager to know more, Alex decided to reach out to Max. Their initial conversations were light-hearted, filled with playful banter and shared interests in speed and adventure. As they chatted, an inexplicable connection seemed to grow between them, drawing them closer despite their initial skepticism. As days passed, the connection between Alex and Max deepened. They found themselves sharing more intimate thoughts, feelings, and aspirations. Each conversation seemed to spark a hidden longing within Alex, making her wonder if there was something more to this chance encounter. Then, on a fateful day, Alex and Max agreed to meet in person. As they shook hands for the first time, an inexplicable sensation rippled through their minds. It was as if an invisible thread connected their hearts and souls, awakening a dormant force that both had never encountered before. In that moment, Alex knew that the Love Algorithm had been activated, and their destinies were intertwined in a way she could never have imagined. Their meeting was no mere coincidence; it was the catalyst that set "Speed of Hearts" in motion, leading Alex on an extraordinary journey of love, self-discovery, and unlocking the true potential of her heart and racing skills.

Lukas's life takes an unexpected turn when a stranger, Claire, moves into his home as an exchange student. Initially annoyed by her presence and their tense interactions, Lukas's attempts to maintain his usual routine are constantly interrupted by Claire's unpredictable behavior. Despite the friction between them, the pair develop a peculiar, grudging connection as they navigate awkward conversations, personal quirks, and unexpected situations together. As Lukas struggles with his growing irritation and Claire's boldness, a deeper understanding begins to form, though neither fully acknowledges the subtle shift in their relationship. Tension, humor, and frustration intertwine in their unusual cohabitation.

Our hero is hands down the best space admiral the galaxy has ever seen, outstanding shoot, brilliant tactician, inspired strategist and Inspires loyalty and excellence in his followers. Warfare is his profession and he is good. only thing is he much rather stay in bed and read a book. conquering the galaxy? I mean he could sure but thats way to much effort to run. a scout escort ship is enough for him thank you very much. so what if these ships are looked at like a glorified systems patrol boat by the rest of the navy its an easy laid back job. until one day his easy life is interrupted transfered to the Academy fleet he must teach a new generation of upstarts umm students how to command or something cant be that bad... right?( MC very loosely based on admiral yang from Legends of Galactic Heros this is NOT a fan fiction from the series just a loose basis) ( harem tag added as a possibly if so it will be a slow build)

In her previous life, Su Jin was conspired by her family. Her baby was born through Caesarean birth, she had her eyes gouged out, and died tragically. When she was reborn, she suppressed the invincible Master Xiao. Her red lips lifted slightly as she said, "Handsome man, I see your yin tang has turned black. There will be a disaster in three days. If you want to resolve this calamity, marry me. I guarantee you will have safety, security, many children, and many blessings for the rest of your life.” Xi Chenxiao replied, “Get lost.” Three days later, he was rushed to the hospital. Su Jin said, “Handsome man, I reckon your heart may soon get pierced by an arrow.” Xi Chenxiao answered, “Get away from me!” Two days later, Xi Chenxiao was once again rushed to the hospital. Su Jin started, “Handsome man, I…” Xi Chenxiao interrupted her, “Stop! Let’s get married right now!” News of the overwhelmingly wealthy and powerful Xiaoye marrying the Su Family’s older daughter, a nobody, spread like wildfire. His brothers were puzzled but Master Xiao explained, “A wife to bless us with safety.” However, later… A fan asked, “Master Xiao, I heard that your wife is the world-famous voice actor.” Xi Chenxiao was confused. A reader asked, “Master Xiao, I heard that your wife is a greater writer.” Xi Chenxiao was confused. A little boy asked, “Master Xiao, I heard that your wife is a top hacker.” Xi Chenxiao was confused. “What are you guys talking about? My wife is a fortune teller!” [A little theatre] One day in a small, black house. Xi Chenxiao sat on a chair, his face a look of solemnity. “Tell me, then. How many more things are you hiding from me?” Su Jin shook her fingers and answered, “There aren’t many left, only that I’m a Qiuming Mountain racer, a certain boss in gaming, a certain talented right, and a special researcher of the International Research institute…” Xi Chenxiao was speechless. His wife was the real deal!

Kane falls into insanity from craving purpose in his life. He becomes a violent schizophrenic and loses everything, but he can't decipher whether what happens is reality or not. He has no one and lives on the streets until his violent tendencies affect the public. He gets sentenced to life in prison and the decision to whether he gets transferred to a psych ward is interrupted by the apocalypse. A zombie virus spreads through the globe quickly and the remaining humans alive get desperate. Morals and ethics become non-existent, and high security prisons become testing labs for the remaining scientists looking to test their antidotes. It wasn't easy to find rats anymore, so human scum was the next best thing. Soon the prison gets raided by zombies, but not before Kane gets injected with the one and only dose of the antidote. But he comes to find that it isn't just an antidote.

"I never knew you were such a cowardly man," she began, her tone sharp and biting, her chin raised in defiance. "Too weak to break the news to me yourself. How pathetic." "It isn't like that," Ezekiel protested, stepping closer. "I have my reasons." "Reasons?" she snapped, pulling her hands away as he tried to hold them. Her glare hardened, a look of disgust flashing across her face. "My lady," he began, his voice thick with longing as his green eyes searched hers for any trace of understanding. Tentatively, he lifted a hand toward her face, only to let it fall back to his side. "I thought you, of all people, would understand me. Hear me out. This is what is expected of me—what I must do to secure my title. I—" "How is that any of my concern?" she interrupted, her voice like a whip, cold and unforgiving. "Do you expect me to be swayed by your empty words? Your honeyed excuses? I won't be moved by this pathetic display." "Can you just listen to me?" he snapped, his voice hardening in frustration. "Listen to what?" she shot back, venom dripping from her tone. "Your pathetic moaning and excuses? You've made a mockery of me, Ezekiel. You humiliated me—used me as nothing more than a bauble to decorate your arm before discarding me like trash. You are pathetic." "Eris," he growled, his once affectionate green eyes now shadowed with an eerie red. "I am still Duke Loxley, and I will not tolerate this tone from you. Know your place." She flinched at the harshness of his words but held her ground. "Sienna is a necessity," he continued, stepping closer to her. "I have to marry her to secure my title, but my affection—my care—it remains with you. I love you, Eris." The confession hung heavily in the air, but she did not falter. Instead, she took a deliberate step back, curtsying with practiced grace. "Apologies, Your Grace," she said, her voice detached and cold. "This mere human seems to have forgotten her place and overstepped. I will ensure it never happens again." "Eris..." He reached for her, desperation seeping into his voice, but she pulled away, her movements deliberate and precise. "Please excuse me. I will be taking my leave," she said, turning on her heel and walking away without a second glance.