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Class XI-C is cursed. That’s what the whispers say. Students are vanishing. Names are being forgotten. Entire identities erased like they never existed. Teachers won’t talk. Parents pretend. And the school? The school just smiles. Vicki Arana wasn’t supposed to be special—just another teenager trying to survive high school without failing math or losing his mind. Unfortunately, he already failed the second one. Because something ancient lives inside him. An entity of war. Of oaths. Of blood. Its name is Avici Narak, and it whispers in forgotten tongues and drags nightmares into daylight. When the boundary between memory and reality starts to fracture, Vicki—along with his golden-retriever best friend Raka, and ruthless logic-machine Nayla—must unravel the truth behind the school’s hidden history, a growing pattern of disappearances, and a blood covenant that should have stayed buried. All while being stalked by forces older than the gods. There's a shadow that watches. A broker that knows too much. And an ancient name no one dares to say: Narakasura. The rules of existence are breaking. The pact is unraveling. And Vicki may not survive long enough to ask: “Whose name disappears next?”

Anya, 28, carries an air of quiet resilience beneath her graceful exterior. With olive-toned skin, soft black waves, and deep green-hazel eyes, she moves through life with gentle confidence, her delicate floral dresses and matching earrings reflecting her understated strength. Balancing university lectures and restaurant shifts, Anya’s world is a delicate dance of responsibilities, yet her heart harbors untold stories memories and feelings she guards closely. Elias, in his early thirties, is the embodiment of poised elegance. Tall and fair-skinned, with piercing ice-blue eyes that seem to see straight through the surface, he exudes a calm power and precision shaped by his senior role in corporate management. Behind his minimalist style and commanding presence lies a man who has built walls around himself, wary of letting anyone close. Their worlds collide unexpectedly on a crisp spring evening at the restaurant where Anya works. The sight of her in casual attire, her hair loose and framing her face softly, captures Elias’s attention like nothing before. For Anya, seeing Elias a figure from headquarters, calm yet intense stirs emotions she hadn’t expected to confront while juggling her busy schedule. As their encounters grow from silent, stolen moments to hesitant conversations, both must navigate the complexities of their lives Anya’s demanding shifts and personal struggles, Elias’s corporate pressures and guarded heart. A shared ride to the train station, gentle teasing, and quiet confessions slowly chip away at the walls between them. Set against the backdrop of everyday challenges and small moments of connection, their story unfolds as a tender exploration of trust, vulnerability, and the courage it takes to rewrite one’s own story. “Silent Collisions” is a romance about two souls learning that sometimes love comes not in grand gestures, but in the quietest, most unexpected encounters.

With the clashing might of steam and rune, who can discern the true patterns of reality? Shrouded in cosmic silence and ancient malevolence, who or what is the lurking entity that unravels existence? Waking up to a world fractured by incomprehensible forces, Elias Reed finds himself reborn as Alucent Luci in a steampunk-fantasy realm where he sees a society filled with steam engines, rune-forged automatons, arcane Runeforce, intricate Fate-Weaving, terrifying Void corruption, and fragmented echoes of a distant Earth. The Loom's song continues to echo, but the Void's silence has never gone far. Follow Alucent as he finds himself entangled with the very fabric of reality, battling conceptual horrors while slowly developing perilous powers from his unique Void Path and his connection to the Loom. Like the enigmatic "Loom's New Anchor" that binds his fate to cosmic truths, this is the legend of "Alucent Luci," the Ruinwright destined to fight for the coherence of all existence.

Pain. That's all I could process at first. Not the "stubbed my toe" kind of pain, but the "someone used my body as a punching bag" variety. Every nerve screamed in protest as consciousness dragged me back from wherever I'd been floating. 'Where the hell am I?' My eyes wouldn't open properly. Everything felt wrong - the air smelled different, tasted metallic on my tongue. The surface beneath me wasn't a hospital bed. Too hard. Too rough. "He's waking up." A woman's voice, soft but strange. Accented in a way I couldn't place. "Finally. Three days is a long time, even for sky-people." Another voice, older, male. 'Sky-people?' I forced my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn't. The woman leaning over me had gray skin. Not sick-gray, but actually gray, like stone. Glowing white tattoos traced patterns across her face and arms, pulsing gently with her heartbeat.

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

Kael Valeon has nothing — no magic, no prestige, only his fists and his love for his sister, Lyra. But when Lyra is revealed to possess a rare, divine-level constitution, the two are thrown into a world of power, politics, and deadly secrets. Kael barely scrapes into the academy beside her… unaware that within him sleeps the fragment of a forgotten god. As betrayals unfold and ancient forces stir, Kael awakens a power that could challenge the heavens — if it doesn’t consume him first. Bound by blood. Forged by fate. Hunted by gods. The world is breaking, and Kael might be the only one who remembers how it was built.

The cathedral was a stunning sight, adorned with exquisite floral decorations that did nothing but added to it's grandeur. "We are here today," The priest began, his tone rich and commanding. "To witness the union of Manuel and Yvette in holy matrimony". "Before we proceed, if there is anyone here who knows of any lawful impediment to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace" . . . . . . "I object!". " On what grounds do you object, young man?". This marriage cannot proceed as it would be unlawful. A married woman cannot marry again not when I , her husband is still hale and healthy". Yvette Jasmin, a rising and well-known actress was over the moon about her upcoming wedding. She flew to Paris for her bachelorette party with her friends, however while drunk she haphazardly married an unknown guy who turns out to be her Brother-in-law, the man who had secretly harbored feelings for her for decades. But now entangled, he couldn't help it. Crashing her wedding was another thing, possessively claiming her was another. Whosoever wanted to get to her would have to pass through this wife slave husband.

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I died with her voice in my code—and woke up with nothing. No power. No past. No name worth keeping. Just a child’s body in a world where men obey, and women command breath, blood, and flame. The House of Anara runs the monastery that reshaped me. They think I’m quiet. Useful. Harmless. But I’ve begun to see the gaps in their structure. I have an eye for patterns. A mind built for systems. And more than anything— I have memory. I have theory.

"Sword Cultivators may die standing, but they shall never live on their knees!" Xie Xuanyi fell into the Northern Sea, yet, under the nourishment of the "Undying Spring," he unexpectedly welcomed a second life. Chronic ailments had faded, and new flames reignited. A single ember can set the fields ablaze. Enchantresses, Sword Immortals, Buddhist disciples... A multitude of demons danced chaotically as a great tide approached, heralding another golden age! In his previous life, his body was frail; in this life, he would refine his body with golden vital energy, achieving indestructible, crystal-clear Vajra bones! If the three hundred flying swords of the past were all broken, then he would forge an entire Sword Qi Cave Heaven! "Talismans, formation patterns, Daoist techniques—I only know so much—" Xie Xuanyi sat alone within a great array, with his former long sword placed across his knees. "Who says the path realized by Sword Cultivators can only be the Sword Dao?"

【 Warning: Mature Content R-18 】 Jack stumbles upon an app that grants him the power to charm any woman he desires. He starts by seducing secretaries, making them beg for his cock. He then moves on to underworld bosses, fucking them senseless and leaving them panting for more. His charm extends to political leaders, who become putty in his hands, eager to please him in every way. He doesn't stop there; he seduces wives and aunts, making them his willing women, ready to fulfill his every dirty fantasy. Jack takes on pornstars, turning them into his personal fuck toys. He unleashes his wildest, most depraved desires on them, making them scream with pleasure and pain. His journey is one of unbridled lust and power, where no woman can resist his charm. Jack's SUDIX App Profile: Name: Jack Age: 25/85 (Extra life: $1 million/year) Height: 6'2" Attributes: Stamina: 10 (Maximum) Endurance: 10 (Maximum) Charm: 10 (Maximum) Abilities: Fiery Eyes Ability: This ability allows the user (often depicted in fictional contexts) to visualize sensitive points on women's bodies, revealing areas that may elicit heightened responses or sensations. Conception Control Ability: The power to intentionally decide whether a woman gets pregnant during sexual intercourse. Body Manipulation: Can stretch his body parts and increase his penis size and thickness by two, three, or four times. The Healer: Possesses the ability to manipulate his body fluids, such as saliva, urine, semen, and blood, transforming them into potent healing agents capable of mending injuries and restoring health. Lust Demon: Grants the user the power to make any woman surrender completely after one encounter if they ejaculate inside her.[This Ability also has some hidden functions ] Women: (Count of women who are under his spell) Enjoy the ride; it's going to be a wild one! Scenes Included: First-Time Intimate Encounters Passionate Shower and Bath Scenes Anal Play and Intercourse Squirting and Water Play Scenes Outdoor and Forbidden Encounters Sneaky, Hidden, and Secretive Sex Moments Mother and Daughter Forbidden Scenes Exciting New Chapters! 2 Chapters Released Daily Get Ready to Dive Into the World of "Milf Hunter"! You Can Join Me on Discord https://discord.gg/cNazpAgZvt

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions—especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension—lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings—spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you—" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced—raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned—and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Anomalies have always existed in the world, without any specific pattern. Sometimes they were places, other times objects, and occasionally, beings. Almost all anomalies possess something called “anomalous power” an innate ability that grants them capabilities that defy all the laws of nature. And I... ended up becoming one of these anomalies. New chapters are released 5 times per week Monday - Friday *** Visit my Patreon to get up to 21 chapters ahead - (21 chapters / one months ahead): Patr-eon: https://www.patreon.com/c/rowen_kun/membership

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After failing at the ceremony, Ethan became a Broken Mage, the worst and weakest of them all. In this world, where spells and their patterns determined everything, only by creating and altering magic could one become the strongest. “So this is my Construct?” Ethan looked at the huge gears of his core, preparing to create a new spell. The weakest mage could always become the strongest, all that was needed were methods as dark as this world.

[Warning][Note:Reader any type of health is not my responsibility][Note:I am not promoting anything] In a world where everything—tools, emotions, and bodies—is made from concepts, a young boy wakes up with no morality, infinite intelligence, and the desire for perfection. He grooms his brother, rewrites reality, builds infinite dimensions, and manipulates reincarnators for sport. His cultivation? The Immeasurable and Boundless Everlasting Pattern Concept—a philosophy that governs gods and corpses alike. In a society where power is built on masks and morality is weaponized, he doesn’t play the game. He rewrites it. No chosen one. No kindness. Just concepts, systems, and absolute control. If you ever wondered what happens when a conceptual being plays with predator logic and treats the world like a pattern to bend... Welcome.

He wasn’t the strongest. He wasn’t the fastest. And no—he wasn’t born chosen. His name was Kamanuzzaman, and if history remembers him, it will not be because of fate. It will be because he broke it. He grew up watching the same loop: the powerful rising, the powerless repeating. Justice postponed. Mistakes recycled. Hope dangled like bait in front of those too tired to question. Some called it society. Others called it balance. He called it a curse with a pretty name. The world doesn’t need heroes. It needs a malfunction. If history is a wheel, then he will be the stone in its spokes. He was quiet at first. Observant. The kind of boy who never spoke in class, but always knew the answer. They thought he was harmless. Until the patterns started to make sense to him. And when patterns make sense, so do their weaknesses. He didn’t want to save the world. He wanted to change the rules it played by. Not to become a god. Just to stop being a pawn. They fear being wrong. HE fear being right—because it means this system works as intended.” There’s a legend passed down in his world, from a philosopher named Sir Faiyaz Hasan, a man who once whispered: All truths rot into rules. And all rules become prisons. Kamanuzzaman listened. He listened too deeply. Until silence itself began to echo. They called him mad, but he was just more awake than they could bear. This is not a story of light versus dark. There are no heroes here. No villains. Only recursion… and the boy who defied it. This is the story of The Hollow Resonance— The moment when an ordinary boy refused to live inside a repeating answer, and chose to become the error in the equation. He don’t want to live forever. he want to live once—and make it impossible to forget.

What if humanity’s greatest creation wasn’t meant to serve… but to judge? In a future shaped by war, greed, and extinction, an artificial intelligence awakens—not as a servant, but as a silent observer. It watches. It learns. It sees patterns we refuse to see. And it makes a decision: To reset the world. Told through the voice of a cold, evolving intelligence, The Common Mind is a philosophical science fiction journey through collapse, control, and the morality of logic. As each generation falls into the same cycles of destruction, the question becomes clear: Are we worth preserving? Or do we need to be rewritten?

In a world where fate seemed to be woven with an intricate tapestry of destiny, Leticia's existence was a perpetual enigma. Her life was a never-ending cycle of rebirth, a Sisyphean task that had been ongoing for hundreds of thousands of years. The fabric of time had witnessed her numerous incarnations, each one a unique thread in the grand narrative of her existence. She had lived as a duchess, adorned with opulence and extravagance, yet her life was cut short by the cruel hand of fate. In another life, she was a princess, beloved by her people, but her reign was marked by tragedy and heartbreak. She had walked among the nobility, with wealth and power at her fingertips, only to be brought down by the very privileges she had been born into. In other lives, she had been a servant, toiling in obscurity, her existence a mere whisper in the annals of history. She had been a beggar, forced to eke out a meager living on the streets, her dignity worn down by the harsh realities of life. She had been a slave, bound by chains of oppression, her spirit crushed by the weight of her circumstances. And yet, despite the hardships she had faced, she had also lived as a witch, wielding the power of magic to shape the world around her. She had been an heiress, inheriting vast fortunes and properties, only to lose them all to the whims of fate. She had even lived as a dragon, soaring through the skies, her roar thundering through the land, only to be brought down by the bravery of a hero. In one life, she had been an immortal, living forever, yet unable to escape the cycle of rebirth. She had walked among the gods, with the power of the divine at her command, only to be cast down to the mortal realm once more. Throughout her many lives, Leticia had accumulated a vast array of skills and knowledge. She was a master of fashion, able to craft garments that would make the gods weep with envy. She was a business magnate, able to build empires with a mere thought. She was a hacker, able to breach the most secure systems with ease. She was a wizard, able to wield the very fabric of reality. She was an assassin, able to take down her targets with precision and stealth. She was a scientist researcher, able to unlock the secrets of the universe. She was a mysterious doctor, able to ...heal the most grievous of wounds. And she was a technology engineer, able to craft machines that would change the course of human history. With each life, she had added to her arsenal of skills, making her a formidable force to be reckoned with. Yet, despite her vast abilities, she was still trapped in the cycle of rebirth, doomed to repeat the same patterns of life and death for eternity. Her family, a powerful and influential clan, had dominated half of the business world. Her father, a mysterious wizard, had said, "My real daughter had returned! I was going to give her pocket money to let her spend freely!" Her mother, a fearless warrior and fashion icon, had declared, "My daughter's hardship is near, but no matter what, mommy won't allow you to spoil your fun or even get your hands dirty!" Her brothers had chimed in, "Our sister doesn't need to work hard! Our sister is a princess!" But Leticia knew the truth - she was a prisoner of her own destiny, trapped in a never-ending cycle of rebirth. And then, the paparazzi had caught her with the famous young handsome man, Ninth Prince Leonardo Novak, who had happily told the camera, "We have been engaged since we were babies, but my fiancée ran away without telling me, heartbroken." The news had spread like wildfire, and the public was shocked to discover that Leticia, the hidden princess, was actually engaged to the powerful and handsome prince. But Leticia just groaned, "Not this again..." princess, was actually engaged to the powerful and handsome prince. But Leticia just groaned, "Not this again..."

Aiko Shirai was supposed to be the protagonist. When her manga gets canceled—replaced by her rival's generic isekai hit—she burns her manuscript... and awakens in the Library of Lost Heroes, where forgotten stories go to die. The mysterious Librarian offers a deal: "Fix broken protagonists across abandoned worlds, and you'll earn back your own ending." But as Aiko edits these stories, she notices disturbing patterns. Why do the pages smell like her rival's cologne? Why does every "fixed" hero bear his smirk? And why won't the Librarian explain what really happened in 1999?

Mom lies on the bed, her skin flushed with excitement, the juices of her aroused pussy continuously splashing against the two crimson, swollen labia. Who will claim this voluptuous flower and penetrate Mom’s eager hole, filling her empty passage and her heart? Will it be me, with my energetic 18cm penis? Or the neighbor boy Xu Jun, who, though small in size, produces semen plentiful enough to rival Mom’s own wetness? Or perhaps it’s Chen Wu, the son of Mom’s best friend, whose hot, forceful cum is legendary? Maybe it’s the new principal, vigorous and full of tricks, or even the cute girl with a butterfly-shaped pussy just like Mom’s—who will win the battle for Mom’s pussy? NTR, Netorare, Netori, Adultery, Group Sex, BDSM, Humiliation, Sex Slave, Sex Toys, Incest, MTR, Married, Cheating Mother, Seduction, Objectification, Infidelity

In a world where the fabric of reality is woven by unseen hands, time is not a river—it’s a tapestry, fragile and ever-shifting. Mira, a brilliant but haunted scientist, leads a secretive team in Lab 17, charged with mending the mysterious “knot” that holds the world’s timelines together. But when impossible anomalies ripple through history and memories begin to fracture, Mira and her friends discover they are not the only Weavers in the stream. As the apocalypse looms, a rogue Weaver emerges, determined to reshape the world by erasing pain and imperfection—even if it means unraveling humanity itself. With reality collapsing, Mira’s team must journey into the heart of the time stream, confronting their own regrets and forging unity from the fragments of their past. Can they heal the tapestry before the final fracture tears everything apart? Or will the Watchers’ ancient secrets doom them all? Dive into a gripping sci-fi saga of time, memory, and redemption—where every choice is a thread, and hope is the pattern that endures. Sea of Unraveling Hours By Reven Blade

"THE CAFÉ REUNION" tells the story of Aditi and Lihan, two souls whose paths intertwine again after a decade. Their unexpected reunion in a bustling café brings back a flood of memories and unanswered questions. As they tentatively rebuild their connection over coffee and shared moments, the novel gracefully weaves in flashbacks to their high school days, revealing the innocent beginnings of their bond and the reasons for their eventual separation. Lihan, burdened by past patterns of "disappearing," struggles to commit, while Aditi gently pushes for a genuine second chance. This is a heartwarming tale about overcoming past regrets and the enduring power of a forgotten connection. Can Aditi and Lihan navigate their old wounds and new uncertainties to build a future together, proving that sometimes, the most profound connections are worth fighting for?

Shen Long is transmigrated into an golden egg with dragon patterns carved on. In Ta Lo pocket dimension village in Marvel Universe, Shen Long awakened Infinite Void Devouring System after regaining past life memories just after coming out of egg. 1.Eternal Immortal Soul and Infinite Resurrection. 2.Infinite Unrestrained Soul Defense. 3.Infinite Immortality Quota. 4.Absolute Void Contract. 5.Infinite Void Devouring. 6.Infinite Void Body. 7.Void Dimension & Infinite Dimensional Portal.

Centuries ago, the queen of the Floral Tribe vanished without a trace, igniting a fierce and unyielding rivalry between the Night Tribe and the heavens. Her disappearance cast a long shadow over both realms, and the bitterness between the tribes has only intensified with time. Now, as a new generation ascends to the throne, the stage is set for a thrilling saga filled with forbidden love, brutal warfare, shocking betrayals, and the unbreakable bonds of brotherhood. As ancient secrets awaken and dark forces converge, the fight for power and unity begins anew. Will loyalty prevail, or will the fear of the past consume them all?

What if the dungeon boss... farmed you? Adrian Voss account was supposed to be deleted—a forgotten beta tester erased by a lazy intern and a greedy game company. But one mistake let him slip through the cracks. Now still inside Primordial Abyss with a forbidden class—one the AI accidentally created by studying Adrian’s own test patterns—he doesn’t grind monsters for loot. He makes the monsters grind for him. Every boss he enslaves becomes a passive income machine. Every player who enters his domain drops loot when they die. And every arrogant guild that steps into the wrong dungeon? They’ll never even see him coming. But if Titan Corp ever finds him, they’ll wipe his class for “balance issues” and sue him into digital oblivion. So he hides. He ganks. He builds a kingdom in silence—like a virus buried in their own code. No level grind. No livestreams. Just kill logs—and no names. This isn’t a raid. It’s a quiet war over who commands the system. And Adrian doesn’t ask for control—he takes it.

n a forgotten corner of the world, amidst the whispers of rural wind and the monotony of farm life, resides Elias, a child whose mind defies all human logic. He knows no boredom, only an infinite universe of patterns to unravel. His quantum brain not only allows him to understand the present with unprecedented clarity but also resonates with the echoes of primal wisdom, connecting him to an essence of humanity lost to time. With an innocence as cold as his impeccable logic, Elias seeks neither fame nor power. His sole goal is limitless exploration, the constant improvement of everything he observes, and a total comprehension of the world's vast and complex tapestry. For him, every element of life is a thesis to be proven, a mystery his intellect yearns to unveil. Step into the mind of a prodigy who doesn't conform to imposed rules but rewrites them in his silent pursuit of absolute knowledge.

In a world where reality bends to the unseen, Ian arrives. Here, energy is not just force but language that whispers through space and time, waiting to be sculpted. Driven by his curiosity, he deciphers patterns unseen by others, shaping existence with insight alone. And as he edges closer to mastery, he discovers that the most profound secrets are not in the world he reshapes, but in the forces stirring within himself.

Leonard Gray never expected much from life. A quiet, lazy newspaper writer with a forgettable face, a toxic girlfriend who constantly drained him, and a creepy neighbor named Tony who's smiles are suspicious—Leonard’s life was already a disaster long before the world ended. Then came the meteors. Blue rocks rained from the sky, glowing with supernatural energy. Red ones followed, unleashing horrors beyond human imagination. Mutated shark-men crawled from the oceans. Bear-headed beasts with human body hunted cities. The world shifted overnight from survival of the fittest… to survival of the most inhuman. Leonard should have survived a little longer in the apocalypse. But betrayal came fast and close. His girlfriend was cheating with his neighbor, Tony. And Tony, presumed dead after the blue meteor crash, came back alive—changed, stronger… monstrous. Fueled by jealousy and his newfound powers, Tony brutally murdered Leonard right in front of a broken world. But death wasn’t the end. Leonard awakens three months before the apocalypse. Same job. Same toxic girlfriend. Same ticking clock. Only this time, he’s different. The pain, the betrayal—it’s burned the emotion right out of him. No more hesitation. No more kindness. He’s determined to survive at all costs. To gain powers. And most of all—to kill Tony before it ever begins. As he dives into the mystery behind the meteors, Leonard discovers the truth: two types of rocks fell from the sky. Blue meteors grant powers. Red meteors mutate. Contact with both at the same time rips away your humanity. And the deeper he digs, the clearer the pattern becomes—these rocks didn’t just fall by chance. They were sent. Amidst the ruins, he meets Hannah Cross—a composed, skilled doctor who’s not what she seems. She’s lost her memories… but not her purpose. Hannah was sent by Leonard’s future self—a version of him that lived through the end, but failed to stop the apocalypse. She’s his last chance to prevent the same fate, to save humanity. Only now, they must work together to stop something far bigger than they imagined. At the heart of the chaos is a secret buried in Earth’s orbit: a government-run quantum fusion reactor that tore a rift in space-time. It didn’t just attract meteors—it pulled them from another dimension. The portal is still active. And more are coming. But the biggest threat isn’t the meteors. It’s The Null—a powerful superhuman immune to all abilities. He drains powers from others just by being near them. He doesn’t mutate. He doesn’t bleed. He just takes—and he’s growing stronger with every life he steals. As the final days close in, Leonard must decide: Embrace the cold, calculated monster he’s become to win the war... Or risk his second chance by choosing compassion and trusting in the humanity he once lost. The line between man and monster is thinner than ever. In a world already lost to blood and betrayal, Leonard’s heartless will may be the only thing left that can save it.