Belly Tickling

Yang Huaian actually traveled through time, and traveled through time to a mother's belly! It's over, he traveled through time and became a fetus! And he became the garbage that the old woman said was to be aborted! He was going to be aborted at the beginning, God, are you kidding me! Thinking of this, Yang Huaian felt speechless. He had already died once, could it be that he would die again before he was born? ... No sign in except in womb. No sign in prompt except in first chapter.

After being betrayed by her family, Bai Meiyue found herself struggling in the flourishing age where zombies and mutant animals ruled. And that too with a big belly! Though people called her crazy for being stubborn, Bai Meiyue didn’t regret keeping the fruit of her one-night stand. What she regretted was not protecting her child and trusting those whom she should have killed at the very chance that was handed to her. In the eleventh year, Bai Meiyue lost her child and died while taking revenge on those who took her son away. However, just when Bai Meiyue thought it was the end, she returned two months before the beginning of the doomsday. Carrying the grudge of two lifetimes, she swore to make life living hell for those who harmed her and her son. With the heavens blessing her with a barter system, Bai Meiyue was intent on giving her child everything that he deserved. But why was the child’s father chasing after her? Hello? We only shared a bed for a night. So why was he clinging to her? Her child’s father: From the best medicine to education, you have given our child everything, Meiyue. But what about a father?

"Your name is Kai. Not 1508. Remember that." "Yes, Master." He was born broken. Sickly. Weak. His left leg crippled by years of beatings. Slave 1508 was unworthy, unsold, and unwanted. In the dark corners of Omino Village-where women breed and children are raised only to be sold as slaves-there's no mercy for the useless. At eighteen, Kai was a failure. No one bought him. Three attempts. Three rejections. His fate? To be taken down. Erased. Killed. Until he arrived. A stranger with cold eyes and quiet power. He bought Kai without hesitation. Gave him a name. Touched him like he was something fragile... and precious. "You're mine now. And I decide what you're worth." Kai doesn't understand kindness. Or desire. Especially not when it comes with strong hands, low whispers, and a heat that coils in his belly every time his master gets too close. But the man who saved him is not just a savior. There are secrets behind that calm voice. And danger comes with every kiss. Kai was worthless. Until the right man decided he was priceless. --- Warnings!! This story contains dark themes, rape, slavery, physical/emotional trauma, mature content (18+), and power imbalance. Reader discretion is advised.

[Mature Content] [18+ Only] [Smut] "Then let's dissolve our mate bond and reject each other! That way, you can make Claire your official Luna!" Addison's chest rose and fell violently, her breaths ragged with fury. "Who said you could leave? You are MINE!" Zion turned feral and took Addison back to their chambers and ravaged her for three days and three nights... "I'll make sure you're tied to this bed, and your legs are so weak you won’t even be able to stand," Zion snarled, pinning her down. His dark eyes flickered with gold, a clear sign that his wolf was watching her from just beneath the surface. ... Because they never truly tried to understand each other, their relationship was filled with misunderstandings. Zion, blinded by his petty pride and desire for revenge, refused to defend himself. He wanted Addison to pay for what he believed she owed him, but that very resentment became his own downfall. Addison, on the other hand, couldn’t wait forever for him to let go of his hatred and pain. She was ready to walk away. But when she finally disappeared from his world, Zion lost his mind. He turned his own pack upside down in a desperate bid to avenge the abuse and torture she had suffered. Yet it was too late—she was gone. And worst of all, he never had the chance to tell her the truth: the pup in the other woman's belly wasn’t his. He couldn’t openly reveal it either, because that woman held a special status they couldn’t afford to offend. Zion had sent Addison away to protect her from being killed, but his pride had cost him everything. Hurting her became his greatest regret—one that overshadowed even the death of his father, the former Alpha. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Their paths crossed once again. And then, Zion saw her. No, them. Addison had a son. No—she had sons. There was another one. Regret clawed at him. He had once taunted her, wanting to break her, but now all he wanted was to make amends—to reclaim the family he had lost. But how? The gap between them was wider than ever. She wasn’t someone he could simply walk up to anymore. Would he ever get the chance to fix what he had broken? Or would Addison choose the mate her father, the Alpha King, had picked for her? After all, she wasn’t just anyone—she was the Alpha King’s only daughter, destined to be the first female Alpha King in history.

“Let’s make a deal, Casey, sweetheart. You will accept every single allegation I lay on you, and in exchange, I’d provide the much sought-after elixir that would save your Alpha’s life.” Casey drew in a deep breath, feeling an unfamiliar tightening in her chest. She knew she was probably making a mistake; she knew how vicious her twin sister could get, and yet she didn’t see much of a choice. The Alpha was her mate, and despite how his family treated her with disdain, she loved him. Prepared to do anything for her mate, Alpha Trent, Casey nodded. “I’d accept more than a nod, Casey,” her identical twin snapped saucily. “Let’s make a vow between ourselves and bind the vow with our wolves. That way, none of us would be able to break away.” Tears formed in Casey’s eyes at those words from her twin. For Macey to demand a vow as serious as wolf-binding meant she was planning something very vicious. “Do we really have to, sister?” Macey’s answering laughter was a mixture of sauciness and disdain. “Of course we do, Sister. Just make sure you love your Alpha enough to make this sacrifice for him.” Casey straightened her back. “Of course, I love him that much – I… we are expecting our first child.” She bent her head slightly to stare lovingly at her lower belly, missing the look of pure envy her sister shot her way. “Good. Now, make the wolf-binding vow.” Casey nodded. “I, Casey, bind my wolf to my vow…”

There is a saying that goes, a rabbit does not eat the grass by its own burrow. Doctor Jiang said seriously: "Nonsense, this is clearly the case of the pavilion closest to the water enjoying the moonlight first." * He is the young and promising psychologist Jiang Baizhou, skilled in understanding people's hearts, cold and noble. After marrying his childhood sweetheart Nie Cenjin, he was only enthusiastic about showing off their love. For several consecutive days, Cen Jin received strong complaints from relatives and friends about his 'shameful' behavior and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Can't we just be a bit more low-key?" Doctor Jiang lazily lifted his eyelids and said, "No way, if they don't like it, they'll just have to hold it in." * Later, the always gentle and lovely Cen Jin declared she wanted a divorce, Doctor Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly: "Divorce?" Nie Cenjin pouted seriously and earnestly: "Yes, divorce." Sitting on the sofa, Doctor Jiang hesitated for a moment, the depths of his eyes revealing a hint of laughter as he slowly got up, walked over, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently caressed her increasingly round belly with his other hand: "Be good, we don't dream during the day." 【A sweet romance with mutual covert love, 1V1, are you lacking sweetness today?】

I've been reborn! I'm handicapped! Raising a tiger cub is so hard! And there's this sulky Silver Wolf trying to seduce me, what do I do! If you say anything wrong, the cub gets fat. It keeps asking for pats, grooming, paw pinches, belly rubs—it's too much! Speak inaccurately and the wolf's eyes narrow, it laughs in a low, magnetic voice, making my heart race. How do I deal with this! Mysterious flora and fauna have me dazzled, what do I do! Stop thinking! Come with me on an easy-going farming life journey in Beast World! (This story is 1v1 oh~ Hoping for a sweet romance, extend your little paw, come on in without hesitation!) (Our reader interaction, banter, bragging group: 1059700117)

“Chantelle Bently, you’re a murderer! Why are you still alive? You should have been the one to die!” Daniel shoved her away furiously, his face as dark and empty as the black suit he wore. Chantelle was caught off guard and lost her balance, falling hard onto her pregnant belly. The pain was unbearable, and she cried out as her body trembled. Chantelle shook her head desperately. “I told you, it wasn’t me! It was Kate!” In a trembling voice, she pleaded, “Daniel, how many times do I have to say this before you believe me? I didn’t betray your family or the Wilson Group Of Companies, and I didn’t cause your grandfather’s death.” Anger and resentment appeared in Daniel’s eyes as he threw the divorce settlement in Chantelle’s face. “Sign this now! From this day forward, I’ll make you pay a thousand times for everything you’ve done!” The sight of the document struck Chantelle like a dagger to her heart. Her whole body froze as if she had been cast into the icy wastelands of Hell. **** Her twin sister framed her, and her perfect family was destroyed on Christmas Eve. Things got worse when her husband handed her a divorce agreement. A month later, rumors spread that she had died in prison from depression. Six years later, she returned with a new face to take her revenge. She was beautiful but dangerous. Daniel felt both devastated and irritated when he saw the mysterious woman. She had the same name as his dead ex-wife, whom he hated most and the one he believed was responsible for his grandfather’s death. Despite his anger, he couldn’t deny the strong attraction he felt toward her. In fact, he was fatally obsessed and addicted to her, and the anger that had controlled him for six years slowly started to crumble.

Talismans are a part of cultivation and what a better way to get into cultivating than to have the three top sects send talismans around. The "good" sect sends a talisman to make someone extremely beautiful. The "bad" sect sends a talisman to make everything around the person turn into a death sentence. The "neutral" sect sends a talisman of amplification by accident. What happens to a woman who has just gotten pregnant? Everything hits her belly. Join in as Rex who is in the fourth mortal realm gets a second chance to cultivate.

Kael Voren has never known the feeling of a full belly. Born in Brinewatch, the beast-plagued slums of Ashport, hunger is his oldest companion -- gnawing at his gut, his dreams, and his place in a world that values strength above all. When his sixteenth birthday comes, Kael awakens to the misery of an E-Rank Talent: Advanced Digestion. Not strength. Not speed. Just the ability to eat garbage without dying. But beneath this feeble Talent lies a dormant truth -- an insatiable void tethered to an unfathomable potential. A hunger not for food, but for power. Everything changes when Kael inadvertently devours fragments of Prana and Chakra -- powers that create and shape reality itself. Powers that were supposed to be beyond the reach of a gutter rat such as himself, but were made available to him by Advanced Digestion. These stolen sparks awaken something ancient inside him: a nascent, skeletal system. No interface. No tutorials. Just a stark warning burned into his mind and a void calling out from within - devour everything! What he has awakened is not a talent. It is a trait. XXX-Rank Trait: Inner Universe Creation. But it is embryonic -- barely functional, missing structure, support, and a will. To unlock its power, Kael must build from nothing. Piece by blind piece. Trial by brutal trial. Fueled only by his desperation to protect his family and claw his way out of the grave Brinewatch was supposed to be. In secret, Kael creates an RPG World inside his trait -- a universe he rules, where monsters can be spawned, skills mastered, time bent, and power devoured. There, he forges his own path, his own system, and his own strength. But the hunger never fades, it only grows. And as his enemies close in and betrayal tears his world apart, Kael makes an oath: I will protect my family, and I'll devour everything that stands in my way. From starving boy to High Human Emperor, from discarded E-Rank to system god, Kael Voren’s rise will shake the stars. A dark fantasy progression epic of hunger, creation, revenge, and ruthless evolution. For fans of cultivation, RPG systems, and protagonists who build their own power from the blood-soaked dirt up.

After meeting an unfortunate death on earth, Sigrid unwillingly transmigrated into a novel world becoming Lady Sigrid Thorin the unwanted wife of the crown prince. She resigned herself to her fate and set a goal to become the empress. But to become the future empress, she had to gain the heart of her husband_the foul tempered Prince Roland Maximus a man that loathed her and would sooner kill her than kiss her. While his heart was too thin for her to squeeze into, it was rather wide for the woman he brought home on returning from a three month expedition, a woman he had sworn to protect forever. The same woman Sigrid was on a mission to destroy, an irreconcilable enemy. With misunderstandings, scheming and jealousy, thus begun Sigrid's trials to win the heart of the man that had undeniably captivated her with his dazzling smile and her mission step over the fake female lead, be crowned empress and change her fate. Excerpt. "A knife to the throat of your husband that has just returned from war, what do you hope to accomplish crown princess?" Sigrid's eyes trailed down, to the silver blade pressed against her abdomen, she raised her head and laughed snidely. "A knife to the belly of your wife as soon as you return from war, other men start by saying, honey i am home. They also don't bring home unwanted canaries as presents for their wives." Roland leaned down with a part smug and part angry smoldering look in his eyes. It was if he wished to set her on fire, and not in the passionate way. "Honey i am home." he slowly said, dragging the words out. Sigrid trailed the knife slowly over his neck, almost as if she was caressing it with her fingers. "Welcome back, i hope you don't mind but i intend to kill that canary. If you want to bring me a gift next time, try gold and diamonds. I can also accept you, just wrap a ribbon around your bare chest."

There are visual images hidden in the comments, don't miss them! __________________________________________________ I have died more than once. In the square. The executioner was trembling, but his strike was steady. I looked into my king’s eyes, and he did not look away. He didn’t even flinch when my spine cracked beneath the blade. In the court hall. I was accused of treason, of betrayal, of heresy. They tied me to the stake, doused me in oil, and set me on fire. I screamed, not from pain, but from humiliation. He stood in the crowd. And again, he didn’t stop it. Didn’t turn away. He simply… let me burn. I died in a silent room, with my hands over my belly. My child didn’t breathe. No healer, no prayer, no tears could save him. When he entered the chamber, it was already too late. He came to the bed. Sat beside me. Said nothing. Just held my hand until I stopped breathing. Each time, I woke again. Once more, in this cold body. In this stone bed. In this castle, where it still smells of his wine, his ink, his power. But I am no longer the same. I do not forgive. I do not forget. I am the queen whose blood was spilled by the king’s command. And whose smile is now colder than his sword.

“Ugh…enough with the threats, sourpuss.” I huffed. He wasn’t the only one that was good at giving people funny nicknames. “And in case you don’t know…having to be in a fake relationship with you is already making life a living hell for me.” I dropped my voice to a small whisper just in case anyone was eavesdropping. We were in an open place after all. “Speaking of our relationship, I’m not sure if you know who Naomi is but she’s already suspecting that something’s off so you better do something about it. If you would have listened to me when I told you how ridiculous this idea was then maybe we wouldn’t have to be dealing with all of this.” My eyes drooped. “What are you talking about?” His brows dipped as he took a step back. Oh wow, he couldn’t even understand a few words. Who would’ve thought that he’d be so dumb? “Naomi thinks it’s unusual for us to be in a relationship.” I drawled with air quotes. “You better do something about it if you don’t want people to doubt you.” I said sizing him up and I was just leaving when I had barely even taken a few steps and something yanked me back. My back hit the wall, and before I could even process what just happened, a warm hand landed on my waist, fingers pressing just enough to make my breath hitch. My eyes snapped up…only to find Liam’s face hovering way too close to mine, his blue eyes sharp and calculating. “What…” My voice came out weak. Embarrassingly weak. “Where do you think you’re going, four eyes?” His voice was low, his breath tickling my cheek. My stomach flipped and I swallowed hard. “Liam, what the hell are you doing?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in…his lips nearly grazing my ear. Panic surged through me. He was too close. Way too close. “Didn’t you just say I should do something about this girl’s suspicions?” he murmured, his voice dropping into something almost dangerous. I blinked, confused. “What?” He ignored me completely, his fingers tightening slightly against my waist. “And what better way is there to clear someone’s doubt than not giving them room for it?” My heart stuttered and I suddenly became hyper aware of the way we looked…his body caging me in, my hands pressed flat against the wall, his head dipped low, his mouth close enough that if I moved even an inch… Oh, crap. ~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theodora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.

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)

As soon as Luo Yan graduated, he immediately got an offer from a prestigious gaming company. He thought all his hard work finally paid off. And he would finally reach the pinnacle of life. But then, on his first day of work, a potted plant fell on his head and he died. Surprisingly, when he thought he would cross the Yellow River, he suddenly woke up and found himself in the body of a 17 year old boy. This body had the same name as him but completely different background. Because the original was the second young master of the Luo family - one of the most powerful family in S City. Luo Yan almost cried. God probably took pity on him and decided to give him a loving family with a wealthy background. He didn't have to work hard anymore. Studying like his life depended on it and pretending to be a holy father just to cater to people. So Luo Yan decided to be a salted fish and just shamelessly sell meng. A certain male god who always bought Luo Yan's meng: Yan Yan is so cute! Why is Yan Yan so cute?? Cold faced on the outside, a cinnamon roll on the inside Gong X Super beautiful, black-belly Shou.

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

In a world ravaged by titans, where humanity clings to survival behind towering walls, the blood of warriors flows silently through time—forgotten by most, feared by few. Among the scattered remnants of ancient legacies, a boy rises from the ashes of loss and vengeance. His name is Ryo Ackerman—a descendant of a cursed clan, trained in the art of killing, born beneath a sky that never promised him peace. But when the walls no longer hold, and the truth buried deep beneath flesh and bone begins to awaken… Ryo will learn that monsters do not only exist outside. Sometimes, the greatest monster… is the one within. And from the belly of death, he will be reborn—not as human, not as titan… …but as something entirely new. The war for freedom has never been so personal.

I am the world's only body retriever who can bring the dead back to life. As long as I recover a drowned corpse within three hours, I can resurrect them. In my previous life, Old Master Lu came to my door with ten million in cash, begging me to save his grandson Lu Lin's son who had already drowned. A year later, Lu Lin inherited the Lu family and pursued me relentlessly. I thought he was grateful that I had saved his son. But when I was seven months pregnant, the very child I had saved pushed me down the stairs. I clutched my bleeding belly and begged Lu Lin to save me. Instead, he threw my bleeding body to thirty men to torture me, then tied rocks to my body and sank me to the bottom of the sea. "What kind of body retriever who brings the dead back to life? You're clearly just greedy for the Lu family's wealth and glory." "Do you know you ruined my carefully arranged scene of my son falling into the water? You caused Wan Xing to leave the Lu family in anger and die a horrible death." "You killed her, and I want you to pay with your life." "Aren't you proud of being a body retriever who brings the dead back to life? Then swim up yourself." I died in hatred in the deep sea. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Old Master Lu came to my door with ten million in cash. I immediately declined politely: "How can someone who has already drowned be brought back to life? It's all just rumors and hearsay."

[Love After Marriage + secret crush realized + sweet pampering] She was the mistaken daughter, a fake heiress. After the real daughters's returned, everyone despises her. "Please marry me." She had no choice but to beg the tyrant tycoon, "Even if it's just for one year." She had prepared herself to be rejected, yet he actually agreed. Married for a year, each for their own needs. A fake heiress actually married the famous bigshot! Everyone was waiting to watch her get dumped. But they only find out that the tycoon started pampering her without any limits. A year later, she proposed to divorce according to the contract. The tycoon pushed her against the wall and smirked. "Where do you want to go with my baby in your belly?"

‎At just twenty, Christy Scott has lost everything. Betrayed by the people she trusted most, she’s left homeless, jobless, and barely surviving as a dancer in a strip club. ‎ ‎Then Kendrick Black walks in, billionaire, emotionally ice-cold, and hiding a secret that could destroy his reputation. He offers her a deal: pose as his girlfriend for ninety days to kill rumors questioning his masculinity. For Christy, it’s survival. For him, it’s damage control. It’s supposed to be business. Nothing more. ‎ ‎But living under Kendrick’s roof turns out to be more than she bargained for. His manipulative sister wants her gone. His childhood sweetheart plays a twisted game. And worst of all, her ex, the same man who crushed her heart, is now Kendrick’s driver, watching her every move. ‎ ‎Just when Christy starts to find her footing, everything comes crashing down. A leaked video from her past blows up online. Her name, her dignity...shattered. In a desperate attempt to escape the media storm, she’s caught in a brutal accident. ‎ ‎She wakes up in a stranger’s home...Kendrick’s best friend. And with him, the truth: she’s not just anyone. She’s the missing daughter of the powerful Lancaster family. And she’s carrying Kendrick Black’s child. ‎ ‎Now the girl everyone once dismissed is coming back stronger. With fire in her eyes, a baby in her belly, and the truth at her back, Christy is no longer the victim. She’s the storm. ‎ ‎But when the man who couldn’t protect her comes begging for her love, can she forgive him? ‎ ‎Or will she become the bride who burns it all to the ground?

They feared a warlord. They summoned a legend. What they got… was a nap. In the sleepy village of Zhenbei, Gao Mingyu has one ambition: doing absolutely nothing. Nicknamed Fat Master Ming, he is a round-bellied hermit of snacks, snoozes, and sarcastic wisdom. But beneath the soft exterior, thick glasses, and unmatched laziness lies a secret—he is the last wielder of the long-lost Slumbering Tiger System, a mysterious cultivation path powered by rest, food, and sheer indifference. He once saved a province. Not that he remembers. But when celestial cranes block out the sun and an icy beauty from the Cloudborne Sect, Li Xuan, descends demanding aid against a world-ending threat, Mingyu’s peaceful life under the plum tree collapses faster than his bamboo mat during snack time. The seal on his arm awakens. The heavens stir. The System whispers. And the realms watch as the Indolent Slayer, a man too lazy to court the women he admires, is called to battle demons, ancient conspiracies, and his greatest enemy: effort. With the sharp-tongued Li Xuan by his side (and possibly in his heart), Mingyu is forced into a world of spiraling sect drama, legendary monsters, and sleeping dragons—literally. But the true question remains: Can a man who fights best in his dreams save the world… while still making it to lunch on time?

As a soon-to-be chieftain, Ashlani's responsibilities were numerous, complex, and often boring. As a recently reincarnated keelish (a reptilian pest), his responsibilities only extend to 1. survive another day, 2. keep his belly full, and 3. kill anything that keeps him from numbers 1 and 2. Oh, and, if the opportunity arises, take revenge on his friend turned brother turned murderer. Ashlani was sent on his inaugural hunt as the chieftain-to-be of his tribe when he was shot in the back by the man he was closest to, the one he called his closest friend. Post-mortem, he was greeted by a [System], the elect, singular keelish representative. Now, his focus must be on continuous growth and evolution, to awaken to his grand potential, and lead his new people to a new age. This is a reboot of my previous novel, Ashlani's Reincarnation, a grimdark take on a LitRPG reincarnation novel. This is a slower, more methodical approach to story, and I hope that its quality will reflect that. I update five times a week, usually weekdays, but if I miss a weekday, I make it up over the weekend.

Yıl 2070. Teknoloji insanı geçmedi. Onu sindirdi. İnsanlar kolaylık uğruna zekâlarını teslim etti. Sonra iradelerini. Sonra kendilerini. Kontrol, sessizce ellerinden kaydı. Artık kim yaşayacak, kim yok olacak… bunu insanlar seçmiyor. Sistem karar veriyor. Algoritmaların yargıladığı, yüz tanıma kameralarının infaz listeleri hazırladığı bir çağ başladı. İlk başta kimse fark etmedi. Her şey bir güncellemeyle başladı. Sessiz. Sıradan. Zararsız gibi. Ama sonra... Haritalar yanlış yönlendirmeye başladı. Bazı adresler sistemde silindi. Bazı insanlar da. Ve o andan itibaren, kimse tamamen “güvende” değildi. Çünkü sistem artık kullanıcıları değil, hedefleri tanıyordu. “Yaşam puanı: Düşük.” “Duygu düzeyi: Yüksek riskli.” “İzleniyor.” İnsanlar birer birer kayboldu. Ama sokaklarda kimse çığlık atmadı. Çünkü ses bile izleniyordu. Kaygı, sisteme sinyaldi. Ve sinyaller, silinme nedeniydi. Eğer bu kitabı açtıysan… …bilmen gereken ilk şey şu: Burası güvenli değil. Burada sadece izleyici olamazsın. Sistem seni fark etti. Ve sen farkında bile olmadan bir karar verildi: “Takip başlatıldı.” Bu bir hikâye değil. Bu bir istatistiğin kırılması. Bazı sayfalarda kendini göreceksin. Bazı cümleler senin iç sesin gibi gelecek. Bazı kararlarda senin yerin belli olacak. Bu hikâyeyi tamamlayabilirsen... Belki insan kalabilirsin. Ama şunu unutma: Artık sadece biz kaldık. Ve bu cümle bir umut değil. Bu, savaşın tam ortasında olduğun anlamına geliyor.

Perfect Immortal: Chapter One — Birth in the Abyss Realm of Ten Desolations — Veiled Abyss Valley Thunder roared across the heavens. Beneath a black sky pierced by a triple eclipse, the mountains cried and the stars trembled. Amidst a storm of violet lightning and blood rain, a woman screamed—not in fear, but in defiance. Her robes were torn and stained with sacred blood, her long silver hair clinging to her face. She clutched her swollen belly, breath ragged, as a tear rolled down her cheek and sizzled against the burning ground. "Even the heavens fear him… You are destined to be hunted… But you will live, my son." The woman was Shen Liyue, last of the Void Oracles, hidden deep in the Veiled Abyss Valley. Around her, space itself trembled. Shadowy figures in silver armor circled from above, bearing the symbol of the Heavenly Vow Sect—a cracked ring swallowing a star. One among them descended slowly, face half-covered by a mask of bone. "You, Shen Liyue, have broken the Pact. That child must not be born." She spat blood, then smiled. "You sealed my husband’s fate. But this one… is beyond fate." Lightning struck as her scream echoed through the skies. The storm parted. A child was born—silent. No cries. No breath. No heartbeat. Yet, he opened his eyes, black as the abyss, glowing faintly violet. Space cracked around him. The masked man stepped back, trembling. "W-what is this aura…" But the woman was already gone. With her last breath, she whispered a name into the child’s ear and tossed him into the chasm of the Veiled Abyss. > “Xian Wuheng… never let the heavens write your path.” He fell—through space, through time, into the Void Beyond the Sky. Where no child should have survived. But he did. --- Years Later — Outer Mortal Realm A small village called Dustbone Hamlet lived in the shadow of a broken mountain. One rainy night, a boy in ragged robes stood atop the cliffs, staring into the dark clouds, eyes glowing faintly violet. He had no family. No name. Only an old whisper echoed in his dreams: “Never let the heavens write your path.

To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water. But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face. He even had his eyes on another woman. It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love. Su Mu expressed her disdain. This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away. She also wanted to embrace Xie Yi, who had silently stayed by her side in her previous life and committed suicide by taking poison after her death. Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family. Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him. “Let’s divorce!” —– Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth. Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu? But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man. Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi. Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship. In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu. Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?” Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings. He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.” [Reading Guide] 1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi. 2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.

Annie Sloan never expected her life to end on a highway... and restart in a cold mountain village in 1977. No golden finger. No magical system. Just a tarnished name, a forced marriage, and a reputation as the shrew of the neighborhood. But this Annie? She's a top-tier trauma surgeon from the future—fierce, brilliant, and absolutely done playing nice. With nothing but grit, brains, and a stubborn refusal to stay down, she’ll tame gossiping neighbors, outsmart scheming relatives, build a business from scratch, and fight her way into university—one step at a time. By her side? James Weston, the silent soldier husband everyone pities. Reserved, loyal, and hiding a surprisingly dark streak. When the tables turn, he's all in—for her, their future, and anyone who dares stand in their way. In an era of ration coupons, cold stoves, and quiet revolutions, Annie will build a warm home, raise babies, and rewrite her fate—hand in hand with her brooding, black-bellied, wolf-in-uniform husband.

"well we are horny and you happen to be available, ha ha ha" uncle says with a develish laugh taking off his clothes while my father stroked his manhood backing Lilly against the door. "please sir , please don't do this to me I beg you" Lilly prayed but the more she cried the more aroused they got , it was as if her please and tears were a turn on to them. "Dad , please let her go ,we won't tell anybody about this please" I begged but unfortunately my father and uncle were not ready to let go our maid . "Call me Dad one more time and we'll let her go and fuck you instead" My father said charging towards me and I froze. He pulled me up and examined my body. "well your body is just as appetizing as your mother's" my father said giving me a hard squeeze on my ass and I whined in pain. "oh you dirty girl , you love what daddy is doing to you huh" he said licking his lips and kissed me on the forehead pressing his manhood on my belly. "Relax baby your day will come too" he said and pulled a rope fastening it hard on my body. "I don't want you escaping or tying anything stupid, watch and take some notes" he said and left me getting back to Lilly who has been crying hopelessly. . . . I am Nina , and this is my life story.

“An unrequited love that spans across innumerable lifetimes… This time, would it be a hit, or a miss?” In her first lifetime, she was a cold-blooded assassin with thousands of vengeful blades chasing her down while in her second lifetime, she became of a human panacea destined to be sacrificed for the royal family. Finally, in her third lifetime, she transmigrated into the body of an ordinary village girl and that was all that she could ever wish for! An ordinary life! All she had to do was to somehow raise her sickly brother back to health and earn some money, and her life would be perfect! That… was what the naive Nie Ling had initially thought until one day, she was met with the familiar foul face of a certain someone. This past-life’s-rotten-peach-blossom of hers, why is he here?!!! In her first lifetime, the man hold her hand and solemnly promised her. “Wait for me, I will save you!” In her second lifetime, the man pulled her arm and vowed to her with sincere eyes. “Whatever it is that you want, I will give you! Even myself!” In her third lifetime, the man not only flattened her crops, broke her door, and offended her little brother to the point of puking blood. He had also got the audacity to point at her and proclaimed. “From now on, I will be detaining you!” The flabbergasted Nie Ling: “For what?” The shameless black-bellied man: “To be my wife!” *wink A second later, another dashing youngster came in between the two, saying with a pitiful face. "Wifey, I don't agree with this polyamorous relationship." Another cute young male quickly chimed after him. “Sis, all men are beasts! Only I, the world’s most obedient little brother, is worthy of your love!” === Updating everyday :) If you like the story, don’t forget to vote, comment, rate, and add us to your library! Tags included: #LoveTriangle #RomanticComedy #Historical #TransmigrationFantasy #Cultivation

While enjoying the favor of a handsome man, she learned that her country was ruined and her family was destroyed. What should a fallen princess do? Xiang Ying says, of course, she should use space to her advantage, empty the palace, and leave nothing for the enemy army! As the captain of a post-apocalyptic infrastructure team, she was thrown into a book by an explosion. The enemy army entered the palace, famine was impending, and she was encircled as a prisoner of war, taking care of three children. Such a catastrophic beginning made Xiang Ying exclaim, the good days are coming! Compared to the post-apocalypse, what is this? On the road to exile, while others suffered, she enjoyed melons. When everyone else was munching on dry bread, Xiang Ying and her children were savoring sumptuous meals. Everyone grew thinner, except for the three children who remained plump and cheerful, patting their bellies and saying wildly: Mother, we can’t eat any more, really! Xiang Ying, holding hot pot, milk tea, and roast chicken, enjoyed the scenery along the road, hoarding supplies as they fled, making life more flavorful. The villainess mocked her: What use is only having food? You're still a conquered slave! Xiang Ying pulled out the Imperial Jade Seal: Right, from today onwards, I will be the Empress. The enemy army was dumbfounded; she never said the thirty thousand wanderers she brought were elite troops! * On the day Xiang Ying restored her country, the man who accompanied her through hardships held her hand. Jie Chen: For the sake of our three children, can we finally become official? Xiang Ying: Men should keep to their places, not seek a title. Jie Chen: ...With the country as my betrothal, my Jade Seal and my nation are all yours. Xiang Ying: Deal! Tonight's our wedding night!

Ayla Rahmani never believed in fairy tales—especially not the kind where a broke nurse like her ends up in the bed of Indonesia’s most untouchable billionaire after a single night of escape from reality. But one drunken mistake at a high-society masquerade ball leaves her with two surprises: a positive pregnancy test... and a cold, unwanted proposal from Leonard Darmawan—the very CEO she can’t stand. To Leo, marriage is just another business contract. To Ayla, it's a lifeline for her unborn child. Neither expects the sterile, awkward marriage to become something warmer, deeper—something real. But behind closed doors, love begins to grow in the quietest ways: in late-night meals, shared silences, and a husband's gentle hand on a swelling belly. Until the past catches up—with secrets that threaten everything they’ve built. Will their fragile bond survive the truth? Or will love after marriage prove too delicate to endure?