Dizzy Tremaine

John Browning, a former underworld assassin, went to his friend Angele's wedding party but ended up meeting his former colleagues. Before he could think that the whole wedding ceremony was a setup to catch him, he felt dizzy all of a sudden! At that moment, he knew that his lifelong friend had already betrayed him and sold him out. John was humiliated in front of hundreds of people and was forced to kneel in front of Thomas, the underworld assassin organization leader. Within a few minutes, they beat him brutally, dragged him to some underground basement, and then locked him in a gloomy room. John felt bitter when thinking about his friend's betrayal. He laid on the cold floor for two days and died miserably. But his story didn't end there. … In a world filled with magic and mystic powers, John Browning woke up in an 18-year-old boy's body. Before he could open his eyes and see his current situation, he felt someone was dragging his body. 'How am I still alive?' He got puzzled inside. But after a few seconds, John learned from the young boy's remanent memories that he was transmigrated to a mystical fantasy game-like world filled with magic and mystic powers! [Author's Note: The Mc will take some time to walk on the path of a fire mage due to less information about the world. So, don't get mad at me guys. If you feel anything wrong with the story, feel free to give me a review or comment. I will try my best and correct it. Have a happy reading!] ... If someone wants to contact me, you can send a request to my Instagram account or just send a mail. Contact via: akauthor02@gmail.com Discord: https: https://discord.gg/mYwPPbs6 Instagram Id: https://www.instagram.com/akauthor02/?hl=en Cover Pic credit: RafaelMousob

I am a new author, so there might be some grammatical errors. Try not to be too harsh. And don't forget to share your valuable reviews. SYNOPSIS "You are my mate, I am not going to share you with anyone, not even my brothers " his whispering tone felt like melted sugar in my ears. I was drowning in his scent, my mind was in a frenzy. Suddenly, I woke up with a start, panting heavily after a steamy wet dream which I have been having quite a lot lately. Myra Miracle, an orphan since birth, visits her childhood best friend Nora to Kimberg to. While she was having dinner with Nora and her parents, she felt dizzy and enchanted at the same time for some unknown reasons. Later that evening, she met four hot, handsome and mesmerizing people which made her restless all night long. Since then she has been having wild dreams. Why is that so? Why is she so attracted to her best friend's brothers?

She is a thief of the 24th century, but she has traveled back to a stupid and useless person without a father or mother, and it depends on the faces of those in the family. idiot? waste material? Very good, she will soon let these foolish Earthlings know what it means to regret deeply! Fighting spirit? Magic? Her dual cultivation of magic and martial arts crushes all geniuses. The position of head of the household? The Vermilion Bird Divine Beast? to want to? Sorry, she took it But who will tell her that this cute Zhengtai, who gets dizzy and vomits wildly while riding in a carriage, is really the mythical creature Suzaku? What kind of god is the mysterious soul that resides in her body, like an old man? And Why do other people's friends show all kinds of domineering aura, and their domineering aura is incomparable. Why are these few people around her, either the sly merchant fox man, the paralyzed iceberg technology otaku, or the fickle and charming ghost? The best one is probably that sick and beautiful man! What about the promised hegemony over the world and the tyranny of all directions?

The sky smelled different. When Li Xiu opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was not the sky’s brightness or the canopy of unfamiliar leaves above him, but the scent—earthy, humid, sharp like crushed bark and smoke. Then came the pain. A dull ache pulsed behind his temples, like someone had struck him with a rock. He sat up groggily, wincing as dizziness made his vision swim. His hands were small. His arms—thin. His feet bare, caked with dried mud. He looked down at his body. It was… wrong. Too small. Too light. Like the limbs of a malnourished child. And then, the memories hit. Not his memories. Not all at once, but in fragments—mud huts and fire pits, cold streams and stone knives. A hunting spear too heavy to lift. A group of children laughing and shouting, calling him names in a tongue that he somehow understood. “Mu,” they called him. “Grass-Eater.” “Idiot.” “The one who spits meat.” Li Xiu clutched his head, panting. This wasn’t a dream. He had died. Or perhaps not quite died—but his body was gone. Left behind in some sterile lab, slumped over a desk cluttered with microgrid diagrams and empty coffee cups. And now, somehow, he had awoken in this world—no, in this body. The village was already awake. Smoke curled from cooking fires, and the scent of roasted meat drifted from the central pit. Women with painted faces stirred thick broth in stone pots. Men returned from the morning hunt dragging the carcass of something that looked like a cross between a deer and a boar, its tusks nearly as long as a man’s arm. A tall man—broad-shouldered, dark-eyed—spotted him and sneered. “Mu,” he barked, tossing something at his feet. A hunk of half-raw meat. “Eat, before the dogs do it for you.” Li Xiu stared at the meat, throat dry. It stank. He could see flies already gathering at the edges, and the fat was still twitching from leftover nerve reflexes. His stomach turned. He remembered, vaguely, that Mu—the original owner of this body—had always refused meat. Or more precisely, his body had refused it. Sensitive digestion. Vomiting. Nausea. The tribe believed it was weakness. Uselessness. A soul not worth calling back from the womb. But the original Mu hadn’t been able to explain it. Li Xiu could. He understood the importance of balance, of nutrition, of edible plants rich in minerals. He remembered how certain roots could be dried into powder, how leaves could be used to prevent infection. But in this world, none of that mattered. Meat was the food of warriors. Meat was the gift of the gods. Chewing leaves? That was for deer. Or worse, for idiots like him. Still, hunger gnawed at him. He turned from the meat and wandered toward the outer edge of the village, where the moss grew thick and the children rarely played. He crouched by a familiar patch of herbs—low-growing stalks with broad, silvery leaves. He recognized the scent: wild yarrow. Good for digestion. Slightly bitter. Edible. He plucked a handful and chewed thoughtfully, ignoring the whispers that followed him. “There goes the grass-boy again.” “Is he even human?” “He must be cursed.” Li Xiu didn’t reply. He sat on a flat stone beside the creek, watching the water ripple past, chewing slowly. His mind, though disoriented, remained sharp. This body might be young, small, and weak—but it had survived. For years. Alone in a tribe that mocked it. Somehow, Mu had lived with nothing but plants and scraps, instincts, and a strange sense of calm. And now, Li Xiu had inherited all that. He looked down at his stained hands, then at the huts in the distance, smoke curling against the morning sky. This wasn’t the life he had planned. But maybe… just maybe… It was a life he could rebuild. Not through hunting. Not through violence or brute strength. But through something far more enduring. Knowledge. And if all he had, for now, were weeds and roots and a brain full of engineering theory— Then so be it. The idiot boy who ate grass would

A couple weeks before Lake's Martial Course Entrance Exam, While he was taking a nap during a class he is awoken by a strange beeping sound. Opening his sleepy eyes, he could sees a strange holographic screen in front of him. [Roleplay System has successfully bonded to host. Do you wish to begin roleplaying?] [Yes?] or [No?] At first Lake thought he was still half asleep and half-heartedly chose [Yes]. Immediately After he saw a new prompt appear before his eyes. [Please select the main role the host wishes to play from the following options.] After reading that message, A series of options appeared before him. The options were so numerous that they covered the entirety of his vision. From the numerous options Lake could spot a few interesting sounding roles, [Martial Saint], [Heavenly Sage], [Harem King], [Slaughterer]… The options were too much and they made Lake dizzy. Without much thinking Lake scanned through the list of roles and choose the role whose name caught his attention the most. [Master of Fate] *** Disclaimer 1. Cover art is not mine. It belongs to kaslla. I took the image and edited my title onto it. Their twitter handle is ksb_x4 if you wish to check out their work. 2. This is my first novel that I decided to write to fill up my free time, so don't expect constant updates or any amazing writing quality. 3. I am willing to take criticism as I am still looking to improve my writing skills. For those who may post constructive criticism, thanks in advance. 4. Finally, thank you for taking the time to read my novel.

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.

Five years ago, a reckless night changed everything. Thirsty and out on a midnight drive with his powerful family, Caden Valtore—a ruthless vampire from an ancient bloodline—bit into a random human girl on the roadside to quench his hunger. He wiped the memory clean and moved on. Or so he thought. Now a cold-blooded billionaire CEO, Caden rules the corporate world with an iron fist and an emotionless heart. Feared by humans and vampires alike, he is untouchable—except by one woman. Annalise Moreau never knew what really happened to her that night. All she remembers is waking up cold, dizzy, and forever changed. Now, her father—deep in debt and desperate for power—blackmails her into marrying Caden Valtore. The catch? She must kill him in exchange for her mother’s life. Caden, pressured by his elite vampire family to settle down, agrees to a contract marriage. But he makes one thing clear: **his heart belongs to someone else—**his obsessive long-term lover, Vivienne, who will do anything to keep him. But fate isn’t so easily controlled. When Annalise steps into Caden’s world of secrets, power, and blood-stained deals, something stirs. A bond neither of them can explain. A memory Caden can’t escape. She was never just a random girl on the roadside. And he… was never supposed to bite her. In a world where vampires reign behind corporate empires, and love is more dangerous than death, one contract marriage could destroy everything. Because the most dangerous thing about a heartless vampire… Is what happens when he starts to feel.

*Changed Title* He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri is a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. This book is a bit of a slow burn but when it picks up the steam will satisfy the wait. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was leaking from me. Pain slammed into me, felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so agonizing I tried to brace myself back against the railing. Hard to breathe. I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and a dark red color drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the red from my eyes. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. Then suddenly I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. the taste of iron consumed my mouth, hot blood flooded me when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it’s path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” a smile creeped up my face. “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with water. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent thrashing waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. I try to open to breathe only got water to rush in instead. I was drowning. I was going to die. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou

its henti tentical story man that oonly perverted legends only for the "adults" this is one of my fantasy there are really gory fed up shit in here mc is heavily influence by monster instincts he gets to see some of his wifue he is overpowered in a way here is the small part **Holy moly, is this real? Am I in a fantasy world?** I glanced down at my new form—a writhing mass of dark, glistening tentacles. They sprouted from a central core, each one adorned with small, bioluminescent spots that pulsed with a faint blue light. My body felt powerful yet alien, with a tough, leathery texture and an almost liquid flexibility. I could sense the ability to mutate and change coursing through me. I was god… well, technically, this body was. But who cares? I was moping over my mundane, unsuccessful life, making my eighth fountain, feeling sleepy and dizzy from lack of nutrition. Everybody bullied me, but now I get a second chance. Is this a wonderful dream? Am I in a coma? Am I dead? Does this make me a reincarnator, a transmigrator, or just a delusional dreamer? Whatever it is, I won’t waste a single second trying to comprehend this. I’ll enjoy fulfilling all my fantasies, even if I am or look like a villain. Those bastards who judged me were all well-off in life and wanted to control me.** I’m sure there will be some here too. Yeah, in history, there have been worse people who committed genocides. I’m just seeking pleasure. Why do I feel like a sick bastard, similar to those psycho criminals? No, this is a wonderful dream. I’ll enjoy it, I won’t even make friends if it’s a short span. Even if I’m in a coma, I might die early because of my bitchy stepmom. Okay, back to whatever this is. I took in my surroundings. The place looked like a cross between a temple and a dungeon. Ancient stone walls covered in intricate carvings surrounded me. Magic circles glowed faintly on the floor, and an altar stood in the center, covered in runes and mystical symbols. Slave cages lined the walls, their iron bars rusting but still sturdy. The downside is that a guy before me, a legend, tried to seduce well f* up a saint possessed by a goddess and paid dearly for it. That god cursed this body. He kind of sacrificed himself to the system because he was doing whatever he wanted. So, I can’t fool around because this body is dying and will be reported by a saint. The former host tried to make another body fail-safe, but his soul was dying because of the curse. This body can’t live long, will be hunted, and I can’t control it. Is that it, system? ['Yes.'] [There is a recording by the former host. Would you like to hear it?] --- warning this is a porno not for faint heart there is really disturbing and cruel things in here all characters in here are imagination this is no fanfic or has any link to other stories and all character are above 18 even if they say they are not in any way because they are mature enough to be in the legal age such as vampire elves could look like 16 year old but they are 1000 etc the cover art is not mine if want to remove it contact me

Xander stood atop the craggy cliff, the wind whipping his light grayish hair into a frenzy as he gazed out at the restless ocean. The waves crashed below, their foamy fingers reaching out to caress the jagged rocks with a brutal, unyielding rhythm. The sight filled him with a profound sense of disparity and a longing so intense it ached in his chest, a longing for a life he could never have. At just 23 years old, Xander felt the weight of a thousand failures pressing down on him. Every path he'd taken had led to ruin, every choice had been the wrong one. He couldn't understand it. He'd always tried his best, but his best was never enough. His mind drifted to the women he'd planned to marry, the one who'd shattered his heart and his trust. He'd caught her in the act, her lips locked with another man's her body pressed against his. The image was seared into his memory, a brand of betrayal that would never fade. When he'd confronted her, she'd turned on him like a cornered animal, her lies spilling from her mouth like venom. She'd painted him as the monster, an abusive fiancé who'd laid hands on her in rage. No one had believed his denial, not even his own parents. They'd cast him out, their disapproval a physical blow that left him reeling. And with their rejection, he'd lost his job, his home, his dignity. Xanders heart pounded in his chest as he recalled the humiliation, the pain. He felt a fresh wave of anger and betrayal. How could they not believe him? His twin brother, Oliver, was the only one who'd stood by him, who'd offered him a lifeline. Oliver had promised to help, to take him away from this place and the echoes of his shattered dreams. But as Xander stood there, the wind howling around him, he felt a sudden sharp shove from behind. His arms windmilled wildly as he stumbled forward, his toes scrambling for purchase on the crumbling edge of the cliff. Panic surged through him as he plunged downward, the world spinning around him in a dizzying blur. He looked up, his eyes locking onto the figure standing at the cliffs edge. Oliver. His twin brother's face was a mask of cold calculation, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Xander fall. Shock and confusion ripped through Xander, a second wave of betrayal crashing over him. Why? He wondered, his mind racing. Why would Oliver do this? The ocean rushed up to meet him, the impact driving the air from his lungs in a painful rush. The water was freezing, the sting of it like a thousand needles piercing his skin. He sank, the dark abyss claiming him, pulling him down into its cold embrace. He kicked and thrashed, his body's instincts for survival kicking in, but it was no use. His lungs burned, the need for air becoming unbearable. He could feel the darkness creeping in, a peaceful relief from the pain and the betrayal. As consciousness slipped away, Xander's last thought was a bitter one. He should have taken swimming lessons. He should have done a lot of things differently. But it was too late now. The sea claimed him, and he sank into the depths, his life ebbing away like the tide. but this was only the beginning of Xanders story.

*Warning: Mature Content Ahead* Blocks of rocks plummeted from the sky, mysteriously transforming into stone statues mere minutes later. These enigmatic monuments, known as the Sacred Statues, held an extraordinary power: they could transmute people's deepest fears into extraordinary abilities. Someone terrified of heights found himself soaring to dizzying altitudes, confronting his darkest dread. Another, afraid of isolation, became invisible, doomed to be ignored by all. A person fearful of public scrutiny began to radiate an intense, attention-grabbing glow. And one who dreaded demons found himself bound to that malevolent entity, his worst nightmare incarnate. In a world where terror becomes power, the boundaries between fear and strength are tested. Those who face their fears are granted extraordinary abilities, but at a steep price. For Jax, his greatest fear of souls becomes his darkest reality. To harness the power of the Sacred Statue, he must first conquer his terror and become the very thing he fears, a trial known as the First Trial. Only upon conquering their phobia could they wield their newfound abilities and earn the esteemed title of "Master." As the Sacred Statues continued to fall from the sky, a new era of transformation began. The weak discovered untapped strength, and the powerful became even more formidable, all thanks to the extraordinary gifts bestowed by the mysterious statues. Will Jax overcome his fear and unlock the secrets of the Sacred Statue, or will he succumb to the very terror that haunts him? Can he find a way to wield his newfound power without losing himself to the darkness? Dive into this gripping tale of self-discovery, transformation, and the true meaning of courage.

So everyone New author hereTwT This is Romance novel who is craving for romance and comedy that will make you laugh and Roll Around Marquel reading The novel that he have been reading since 80 chapters of the novel and each update of one chapter Took Days or weeks to just get release of one chapter Now ended with over 1566 chapter Reading the last sentence of the chapter i grind my teeth in anger "That's Bullcrap What do you mean suddenly got blessed with power because of the power of Friendship" He looked at the last sentence in the phone saying "The Evil Empress had died" Looking at it I murmured in a Low and Helpless voice "if i can see the author who made this I'll definitely beat him up until He died" Marquel didn't noticed The fact that the novel have only 1 views each chapter commented how shitty is The Ending of the novel Marquel about to take a Shower noticed a replay From the author "Really Then can you changed the Empress Fate?" I looked at it a bit surprised the author actually chatted back I also replay and said "of course i can even if the main character is smart or have overpowered skills" I didn't wait for the author replays and take a shower i sitted in the bathtub and my eyes became blurry and my heart stopped moving My mind in turmoil i curse how shitty could this day be? i asked in my mind and my eyes blacked out and who knows long suddenly I'm kneeling my knee hurts and when I looked at it's Red My Head dizzy and looked around seeing a Beautiful girl in a mask gaze piercing as if it can see through your soul with indifferent gaze it asked"Hmm your my new servant?"

Azka, bound by his mother's rules, is tempted to break them. A friend's invitation to go to a nightclub leads him on a dangerous adventure. Alcohol flows, causing Azka to lose control. Unbeknownst to him, he spends a hot night with a strange woman. Morning arrives, his body feels broken, sore, and aching. Red marks adorn his skin, while red circles on his wrists and ankles bear witness to the wild night he just had. Dizziness and confusion overwhelm him. He tries to remember what happened, but only vague fragments come to mind. Regret and fear begin to gnaw at his heart. "Why did I end up like this?" he thinks. His mother's orders not to drink alcohol and go to nightclubs ring in his ears. Guilt engulfs him, imagining the consequences he will face. "I told you, Azka! Don't wander around at night, especially to nightclubs and drink alcohol!" his mother shouts in frustration. "Your alcohol tolerance is low, Azka! You can't drink alcohol!"

When Shirly Mann, a nature enthusiast join the exploration team to explore a mysterious cave in Cambodia, she falls off on a hole on the ground and found a chamber with an ancient relic on it. When she touch it, she heard a long beep and felt dizzy. When she woke up she was in a body of a young girl of a peculiar world different from modern society. The girl's name was Shirlet Mane and living in a family of middle class society. She have a boyfriend Luck Xander, who was found missing in a school gathering party. Our girl Sherly was embroiled by the events, and found some dangerous clues on this worlds dark society regarding her and her body's boyfriends background. She joins the investigation on finding his whereabouts and also trying to find a clue on how to come back to her own world. There might be something more about this world that connects to the modern world than she imagines.

As Ryan's eyes fluttered open, he was immediately bombarded by a flurry of blue screens that seemed to materialize out of thin air. The messages on the screens danced before his eyes, a dizzying array of congratulatory notices and system updates. Ryan's gaze focused on the screens, his mind slowly processing the information that had been presented to him. The messages were a jumbled mix of notifications, each one announcing a new development in Ryan's...whatever this was. Reincarnation? He wasn't quite aware of this himself, due to losing his memories and emotions, resulting in him losing his past identity. [Congratulations - host has acquired 35% of experience (exp) points.] [Congratulations - host has acquired 35% of experience (exp) points.] [Congratulations - host has acquired 35% of experience (exp) points.] [Congratulations - host's level has increased by 1.] [Congratulations - host has acquired 5 stat points.] [SSS-Ranked Talent - Sin Curse of Greed has taken effect, 500 bonus stat points have been acquired.] °°°°°°°°°° [System - An innate spiritual guardian that has merged with the host and assigns the host missions that work to unlock their hidden potential.] - A system is common in this world, they're even ranks that measures how powerful one's system is. [Destruction Dominion - A system that focuses on the host's destructive behavior. This system unlocks the user's destructive prowess whilst simultaneously training the host upmost to the requirements needed to wield that power.] °°°°°°°°° Additional tags: No NTR, Maid, Gods & Goddesses, A Villain with dignity, Yandere, Tsundere, Vampires, Non-Human Mc, Ruthless Mc, Tyrant Mc, No Rape

she had hidden her identity from others wanting to live a simple university life but meets the wolf in a sheep clothing will he eat her alive or let her live . . . . inside the story:- (In a drunken state) "I hate him ...sob sob i ii won't love him anymore can't I live my life as I want " she said crying and stumbling around as she was totally sloshed He said wiping her tears and took her in his arms"Shh don't cry u shouldn't cry do u want me to help you " By listening his gentle voice she looked from his arms to his face and she said while staring at his dark brown eyes"professor will you help me? " "ofcourse" he said bringing her to her room and placing on bed and he leaned over to remove her jacket but she catch his hand and pulled him close by sudden action he fell over her and their lips suddenly met and after sometime she said "professor if I tell u tooo be my fake boyfriend ,will u help me ? " a glint flashed through his eyes and he smiled gently and said "ofcourse since I earlier said I'll help you I'll definitely help you" "then u have to act properly in front of them to be my boyfriend" "hmm how should I act? " "you you should care about me, pick me up and drop me, you should live with me,you should cook for me,sleep with me and stay with me and also u have to give daily kisses on morning and night I think this will be enough" he chuckled and pull her up from bed and make her sit on his lap and said "there is no need to tell you this to me even without saying I will do this " after a moment he said"since I'm your boyfriend so I can kiss you right? hmm?" There was a silence she didn't know what to say since she was in her drunken state so she was little in daze and was about to say something but before her lips parted he said "since you aren't saying anything I'll take it as yes "the her mouth was covered by his and she couldn't even take breath in it after a long time when she was going to be dizzy she heard in her sleep a gentle and smiley tone" I was waiting for this day to come I'm happy to have you by my side now and u can't leave me okay? " Now will our rabbit will be eaten by bad wolf or our bad wolf will show more faces of him to eat rabbit? for knowing that u have to read the story and what happens between them? Don't worry I'll make sure that you guys like my story...

Ishida Riku was your quintessential high school student -easygoing, a little shy, but always up for a good time. As he celebrated his friend's birthday, laughter echoed through the party, colorful balloons bobbing in rhythm with their joyous shouts. However, the night took a wild turn when a few too many drinks struck him, sending him teetering between euphoric highs and dizzying lows. As he stumbled out of the party into the cool night air, Riku was blissfully unaware that destiny was about to turn his life upside down. With a classic, comically tragic twist of fate, our beloved Truck-kun came barreling down the street, and just like that, Riku vanished into the ether, whisked away to a land far beyond his imagination. Suddenly, he found himself reincarnated as Ray Aldihard, a character known only as a minor villain in the beloved video game 'Capture Target.This game, rife with twists, turns, and alluring characters, had pit the fateful hero against Ray, who was notoriously infamous for his cunning ways and dubious schemes. But now, with Riku's spirited presence occupying Ray's body, everything was about to change. Armed with knowledge of the game's mechanics and plot, he was determined to forge his own path-one that would not only defy the confines of villainy but also turn the tables on the unsuspecting protagonists. Join Riku as he transforms from an ordinary boy into an extraordinary figure embroiled in romance and rivalry. His escapades might just draw you in, making you wonder whether a villain can truly become a hero-or if there's still more mischief left to stir. Please support Riku with your power stones and offer your thoughts in the comments; your guidance is appreciated as he ventures deeper into this sensual saga! Warning: This is a r18 novel. MC will steal other people's women while he himself will be safe from green hat. thank you.

Stephanie never meant to stay long. She only wanted to honor her mother’s dying wish work for the Smiths, just like she did. But the mansion is a trap. And the three heirs? Monsters in tailored suits. Jason was the sweet one or so she thought. One glass of water, a gentle smile, and she started feeling dizzy, hot, weak. Before she could speak, he was already guiding her into Hardin’s room. “You’ll like this,” Jason whispered, brushing her hair back like a lover. Hardin was waiting. Cold eyes. Hands that didn’t ask. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight. Jason held her down by the waist while Hardin’s lips grazed her chest through her uniform, his fingers exploring without shame. Her breath hitched, body trembling between fear and confusion. “You look even prettier like this,” Hardin smirked, sliding her skirt up slowly. “Helpless. Soft. Made for us.” she tried to resist but it came out as a weak moan,She moaned weakly drugged, burning, dizzy while Jason’s hands roamed under her blouse, tracing every inch. But the door slammed open. Damien. Fury in his eyes. Veins pulsing. One look at Stephanie’s flushed body pinned between his brothers and he snapped. Jason stepped forward. “She’s fine” The punch came hard and fast, Jason’s body hitting the wall with a loud thud. Damien didn’t stop. He ripped Stephanie away from Hardin’s bed, dragging her into his arms like she was his and only his. “You let them touch you?” he growled, slamming the door behind them. Before she could speak, his mouth crashed on hers. The kiss was wild, deep, punishing. His tongue owned her, hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her off the ground. She clung to him, breathless, heart pounding. “You’re mine, Stephanie,” he hissed, biting her lower lip. “Only mine. And I’ll remind you every damn time they try to take what belongs to me.” Her world spun again but this time, it wasn’t from the drug. It was from him. And in that moment, Stephanie realized… she might never be able to escape

Milim Snow, a college girl with a quiet life and distant parents, went out for a night of fun before school began. But her drink was drugged. Disoriented and in danger, she reached out to a stranger—a man who seemed dependable in that moment. One month later, Milim began to feel the changes—dizziness, nausea, and overwhelming sleepiness. The pregnancy test confirmed what she already feared. And just like that, her world turned upside down. Her parents didn’t care. Her friends didn’t understand. She stood at a crossroads between college and motherhood—and she chose the baby. At the same time, Dylan Maverick, a wealthy and emotionally distant 29-year-old, was being pressured by his family to marry. He had no intention of settling down—until he learned Milim was carrying his child. With cold logic and quiet responsibility, he married her. They weren’t in love. They weren’t even close. But somehow, they became husband and wife. Milim: “I thought I was just going to give birth and disappear from school... but now I’m doing homework with a baby inside me.” Dylan: (the man who quietly helps her every night without saying a word) “…Hmph.” With no support from anyone else, Milim began building a new life—alongside a man who seemed cold, but always stayed by her side. They started as strangers tied by an accident... But in the chill of winter, love quietly began to bloom.......

The air crackled with an unseen energy as he closed the distance between them. Each deliberate step he took seemed to steal a breath her. His shadow fell over her, an eclipse that sent a shiver down her spine, not entirely from fear. When he finally halted, his presence was a palpable weight, a silent promise of something ancient and powerful. Then, his breath, cool against the delicate curve of her ear, sent a different kind of tremor through her. The husky whisper that followed was a dark melody, a dangerous invitation that both terrified and intrigued. "You don't want to know what I can do for you or how I can make you feel," he murmured, the words a silken caress that belied their potent undertones. Her pulse quickened, a frantic drum against her ribs. His nearness was a dizzying assault on her senses – the faint, earthy scent that clung to him, the unnerving intensity of his gaze that seemed to pierce through her very soul. His words hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken possibilities, with the promise of sensations both exquisite and terrifying. It was a challenge, a dare whispered in the most intimate of ways. It spoke of a power he held, a knowledge of pleasure and perhaps pain that stretched back centuries. It hinted at a world beyond her mortal comprehension, a world she suddenly found herself inexplicably drawn to. Her breath hitched. She did want to know. A dangerous curiosity, a yearning for something unknown and forbidden, unfurled within her. The fear was still there, a cold knot in her stomach, but it was intertwined now with a strange, undeniable pull. His nearness was a magnetic force, drawing her into his orbit despite the warnings screaming in her mind. The space between them felt charged, electric, humming with a tension that was both terrifying and intoxicating. In that whispered promise, the predator and the prey were teetering on the precipice of something far more complex, a dangerous dance where desire and fear held equal sway.

The edge of the stall digs into her back, her breath growing shallow and uneven. The heat from his body seeps into her, dizzying. Around them, the noise of the exhibition fades into a dull hum. All she hears is her own heartbeat, pounding like a war drum in her ears. She should push him off. She should speak. But her body feels frozen—like the tension is gripping her just as tightly as he is. "Let go," she says, though her voice lacks its usual sharpness. It's shaky, small. Rayyan chuckles, the sound low and dark. "I'm not here to let go, Aina. I'm here to see how you defend what you've built. Not with words… but with conviction." The pressure of his body sends heat crawling up her neck. Is this a game? A test? Or something else entirely? She clutches the edge of the stall harder, grounding herself. He can't win—not like this. Rayyan leans in close, his lips brushing just near her ear. "You wanted to talk… we can talk like this." Aina's breath catches. That voice, that nearness—it coils something tight and burning in her stomach. She hates the way it gets to her, but it does. Rayyan's eyes lowered, slowly, hesitantly, to her lips. Soft. Slightly parted. Those pink, cherry-tinted lips that just spit fire at him. They look sweet—too sweet. Like strawberries. Or sin. How would they taste? That question hits harder than it should.

Ellen liked to imagine himself being cool and undertaking secret missions, but he knew that he was just another ordinary teenager like everyone else. Until one day when a bomb went off in his house, and shattered the entire block, with him at the very center of the impact, and he came out from amidst the debris and the scorched corps of people he knew, dizzy, sad, miserable, in rags, but unscathed. And then he saw them, the knights in white armor, unlike anything he'd ever seen, the strange figures darting in the shadows, and strange people with fantastic powers wearing a phoenix emblem on their chest. And he could hear a voice talking to him in his head. "There's a war going on in the shadows, of greater consequence than any other internal strife, and every one of the enlightened must align and fight an eternal war." "Who are you?" he asked, but there came no reply.

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An average 16 year old high schooler get reincarnated in a world full of magic and swords called ‘Esraq’. “Ahh I feel dizzy, anyways where am I, I could almost swear that I was in my bed….sleeping. ‘ASSASSINATION SYSTEM ACTIVATED’ “WILL THE HOST LIKE TO SEE THE INHERITED SKILLS” “Assassin what… wait a minute….skills? Will you accompany our mc to the many adventures that will take place.

It all started with a glass of Tequila that Aira thought was orange juice, making her drunk and unknowingly spending a hot night with a handsome young man named Renji Ishikawa. As a result of that night, Aira's life changed drastically, especially when she had to marry Renji Ishikawa, who turned out to be a teenager in his teens. But if she refuses to marry him, Aira is threatened with a lawsuit on charges of sexual harassment against a high school student. ………… How sad it was, how heartbreaking, and feeling like the biggest fool for being in the middle of the wedding of her ex-lover and her best friend. "Your drink, Miss," offered a polite waiter, approaching with a tray full of various colours and flavours. She picked a glass of orange drink with a fresh cherry on the rim. Her moon-like eyes stayed fixed on the groom while she drank the beverage until it was empty. Nothing strange happened to the sweet girl for a minute, but suddenly, dizziness struck, and she stumbled as her body swayed. Her delicate hand searched the wall for support, afraid of falling, feeling like she was experiencing an earthquake, and seeing everything around her shake. Feeling too weak to walk, she chose to squat near a large pot close to the ballroom's entrance. People around her watched silently, unwilling to help; some even gossiped about her. She was distressed and needed help, not performing for an audience, yet many still criticized her. Wild imaginings suddenly crossed her mind, wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse to rescue her, like scenes from her childhood anime favourites. But things like that only happened in fairy tales, where the prince would permanently save the princess from the villain's hands. That was how the stories were written. For her, there would never be a prince in her life story. But who would have thought that God would grant such an extraordinary miracle? Among the hundreds of high-class guests, one person approached and tried to offer help after observing her in silence. A handsome young man in a black suit stood right behind her. "Miss, are you alright?" he asked, concerned. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice still shaky from crying. The man stood frozen for a moment as though startled by the sight of this stranger but then smiled and extended his hand. "Don't cry here. Let me help you up." She shook her head, her cheeks red, not from embarrassment but from the effects of the drink. "My head is spinning, and I can't walk." The young man raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Alright then." He slipped his arms between her legs and under her body, lifting her, and she was heavy, just as he expected. From afar, the girls began to watch with shocked faces, filled with envy, anger, and jealousy, seeing the young man from the Ishikawa family carrying a girl, rumoured to be Aira Hoshino, the ex-girlfriend of Kairo Kenzaki and the best friend of Mika Kurogane, who were the couple getting married tonight. She rested her head on his shoulder comfortably, inhaling the refreshing scent of mint. Only this handsome young man, like a Greek god, came to her aid, asking about her condition, and now, carrying her out of the party without saying a word. "Where is your home?" he asked as he laid Aira, the girl he just met, into the car and fastened her seatbelt. "I don't want to go home," she whimpered. "Why?" he asked as he sat in the driver's seat. "Do you want to comfort me while my heart is broken?" she said, draping her arms around his neck. A grin spread across his handsome face. "How?" he asked, pretending not to know. "Stay with me until morning," Aira teased with a playful smile. In the next moment, Aira's lips were captured in his. Slowly, Aira's eyes closed tightly, leading her into a peaceful dream, soaring high into the sky, feeling as if it were real, not just a dream. …

“Look me in the eye and tell me, that night meant nothing and I meant nothing to you.” Sebastian caressed her cheeks lovingly, ignoring her tears. Zara closed her eyes trying to hide her feelings and spoke harshly. “Perhaps you should try to find someone else to satisfy your lust.” She pushed him hard as he is pressing into her more but to no avail. “What’s your problem? Why are you being stubborn? Why are you denying your feelings for me?” asked Sebastian tightening his grip on her thigh. “I don’t want you and I hate what you are doing to me right now. Do you understand?” "Hate me if you can" He ripped her panties making her scream Sebastian Wild thought that making Zara Jones his wife will be his happily ever after of his life. It isn't easy to make his sunshine submit to him when she is headstrong on rejecting him countless times. Little did he know that the actual story begins after claiming his sparkling sunshine. And, he will be the reason for the pain his little baby will go through. ______ "Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?” Zara leaned her head on the window as she was feeling dizzy. “I am Poison’s right hand and all you need to know is that I'm going to kill you now.” Zara’s heart beat increased after hearing his reply and was sweating profoundly. She prayed to God to send her Bash to her as soon as possible. She never harmed anyone in her life then why is Poison after her? “Why?” “You loved someone you shouldn’t have.” Only Zara Jones knew the battles she fought to remember the promise she made to her father in exchange for her studies. The struggles she faced to forget the fateful night with her Bash. But at last when she decided to confront her fears and pave a path for her future with Sebastian Wild, everything changed. The enemy she never knew existed wants her dead. One day, she was dreaming about her life with her Bash and the next day she lost everything, literally. Her love, her family and almost her life. How can she survive after witnessing the love of her life marrying someone that is not her? How is it possible for her to be free from the clutches of Poison, The notorious underground Mafia Don. How did she even become his target? Moreover, has she lost her Bash forever? What will be the fate of Sebastian Wild and Zara Jones? Will they overcome the hurdles in their way?

For every 10 unique reviews there will be an extra chapter! ¡¡¡¡Castle = 5 extra chapters!!! ********* I feel hatred and resentment. It's such a bitter feeling that it consumes me from within, leaving a foul taste in my mouth. The smell emanating from my body is repugnant: yes, it's the smell of blood. I feel dizzy and very confused, and my entire body hurts. I'm scared, very scared. It's dark and I can't see anything. Lying on the cold ground, a pool of blood surrounds me completely. I'm not sure what I'm doing in this place. Vague memories pass through my mind, blurred and distant. Anguished and on the verge of despair, I try to get up, yearning to leave this place behind. The warmth begins to seep into my bones, and the gentle light of the sun envelops me. I don't know who I am, or what I am, a shadow is a world full of light, an anomaly, a fault, a being that should not have existed.

In the mid of the night in a room there was a man probably in his early 20s having dark circles under his eyes which made him look way older than his actual age. He was trying to fix the errors in his code on the laptop. " Aah. f*ck this shit not working again. " raven sighed and went back to work. After another 2 hours which seemed like an eternity Raven's head started getting dizzy, "what's happening to me . Am....I dying"his vision got blurry and he finally, collapsed suddenly a little green spark emerged and disappeared in front of the collapsed Raven. ***** This novel is purely just a work of fiction, any names, locations and characters are all made up and do not depict or represent the real world.