Baldaquin Lit Cabane

**Content warning: Language discretion advised** I died a useless death. I know— classic. I was betrayed, tortured, beheaded, the full package. Only at death did I feel hatred. I was angry not only at the bastards that killed me, but also at myself. For being meek, spineless. A coward, waiting for someone to save me. Regret, when your head is about to roll, is a joke. But regression? Now that was unexpected. A second chance. Maybe mercy from above? My name doesn’t matter at this point. What matters is what I’ve become. Gift or misfortune, I will use it to the fullest. Growing only stronger. Revenge is much sweeter than honey after all. I will not forget the past, but use it as my weapon. Sharp. Piercing. A pain that won’t subside. I will be the one to shape my fate. I will be the one to take my life back. The fire that was lit? It’s eternal now. Burning ever so bright. And the lucky ones, who get to watch me slowly burn them in their own agony? My “family”, of course. How endearing.

The world plunged into darkness. Grotesque creatures ran rampant, unexplained disappearances surged, buildings spontaneously sealed themselves, and villages were deserted overnight. The weak buried their heads in the sand, closing their ears and shutting their eyes, praying to remain unnoticed. "Only the monster can be safe from the monster." Jiang dao opened his eyes to this grim reality, a world that devoured its inhabitants. He walked a perilous path, filled with fear and rage. To survive, his body transformed into something even more terrifying than the creatures he sought to escape. In a dimly lit alley, Jiang dao's hulking figure cast a long shadow, his eyes burning with a bloody intensity. Before him lay a mangled corpse, its terror staining the surroundings. Monster? Weird? Evil? "Can you take this punch with 20 years of power!? Jiang Dao grin was a裂口,his silhouette under the faint light growing impossibly larger. I will be posting this on royal road proff for staff btw https://www.royalroad.com/profile/772033/fictions

[Sexual Content, Graphic Violence & Lemons Warning] Warning: Dark Fantasy Erotica, Dark Comedy, Ecchi Anime Humor, Gore, Horror, Dark Romance, Large Harem On the world of Yara, gods once walked among mortals—shaping mountains, summoning dragons, and weaving magic into every breath of life. Temples soared skyward, labyrinthine dungeons guarded unfathomable treasures, and glimmering phoenixes lit the night. Yet when humanity’s thirst for greater power erupted into rebellion, the divine age ended in cataclysm. The heavens fell silent, and in the void left behind, a new terror arose. From the depths of darkness the Demon Queen ascended, trailing storms of carnivorous fiends and crimson flames that decimated kingdoms. Centuries of reign honed her strength, her silver hair and scarlet-red eyes becoming legend’s darkest promise. None could stand against her might—until a hero, driven by ambition as fierce as the queen’s own, banished her into a legendary blade. Peace returned, kingdoms flourished, and secret gates to the old gods—veins of power and peril—lay waiting to be reopened. Kouki, a sharp-witted wanderer with a mysterious curse etched into his flesh, ventures into one such newly revealed dungeon. Walls hum with ancient spells, traps whisper for blood, and every step risks twisting fate itself. When he stumbles upon a stranded cat-eared girl, her frightened plea echoes in the shadowed corridors. Desperate to survive, she fumbles a spell—but Kouki’s poison-laced magic fells the half-beast assailant in a heartbeat. In her wide, jewel-bright eyes he discovers both fear and fascination, and an unexpected bond sparks between them. Together they emerge into a world bristling with hidden gates, looming gods, and echoes of divine wrath. She offers healing light to lift his curse; he brings cunning and power that could reshape their fate. As whispers of prophecy and stir new alliances form, their fates entwine in a race against time—through monster-haunted dungeons, court intrigues, and the ever-present question: who will claim the last spark of godly magic before darkness returns?

Skyscraper's rooftop. Fang Cheng is sweating heavily, relentlessly training. 1000 airborne clapping push-ups. 1000 two-finger push-ups. 1000 one-arm pull-ups. 1000 one-arm handstand push-ups. 1000 single-leg squats. Plus, holding a dragon flag and a Baki plank for one hour. Looking in the mirror, Fang Cheng shows a satisfied expression. "All six skills are maxed out, I can finally synthesize the mythic talent, Asura's body." Neon-lit chaotic dark city, countless crimson eyes lurking around. Conglomerates, serial killers, cultists, gene-modified beings, rebel groups… Fang Cheng, with his panel, intrudes into this seemingly ordinary mysterious world. Gaining experience and cultivating through push-ups. Fitness, boxing, sanda, parkour, meditation, breathing, qigong… Each seemingly ordinary skill achieves unimaginable heights. Pushing human limits ever higher, crushing every so-called "monster." Until — becoming the god of the new world!

【You can skip the Prequel chapters which won't affect your reading】 He cradled an incense burner in his hand and lit thirty minutes of incense. Wisps of blue smoke swirled around, and in that instant, his Divine Thought pierced heaven and earth, all worldly fetters dissolved into nothingness. Such was the Immortal.

"Fairy, don't be afraid. I'm not the Devil Leader." "But your Blood Sea Phenomena, White Bone Daoist Palace, countless Soul Banners, and your World-Destroying Demon Knife prove that you are a Devil Leader." "Fairy, you've misunderstood me. I'm actually a good person who carries a knife. The one I just killed is the true Devil Leader." "He is my husband!" Ji Changsheng's eyes lit up. It was simply marvelous.

I fell in love at first sight. He was everything I imagined. But he belonged to a world where girls like me don’t exist as the heir of an old money clan. I guess I’m just a dreamer. We fell in love like magic... but it was love sitting on a ticking time bomb. What was I thinking? He betrayed me. He took my fairy tale and turned it into something cruel. But I won’t remain the girl he left behind. This time, I’ll play his game and use his love against him. I’ve returned to shake every foundation of the old wealth he hides behind. I’m no longer soft. I’m the fire he lit and now I burn with purpose

In a world where power is measured in credits, contracts, and class-level hacks, death is just the start of something way more expensive. When 27-year-old Kade Elaris wakes up in a body that isn't his, in a world where life runs on a hyper-intelligent System and your social status is quite literally coded, he thinks it’s all just another twisted post-death hallucination. That is… until he sees his Starter Credit balance: 500,000 Credits. And the words "Glitchborn Trait Activated." In this dazzlingly cruel city of glass and gravity-defying wealth, everyone wants something. From digital ghosts in the undernet to AI-brokered assassins and guilds that trade in souls, survival isn’t earned by skill alone—it’s paid for in blood, brains, and billion-credit gambles. But Kade isn’t here just to survive. Armed with a sarcastic, sentient system that glitches at just the right (or wrong) time, a past life full of regrets, and an unshakable taste for danger, he’s ready to turn this world upside down. Whether it wants him to or not. Futuristic fantasy meets system-lit in a reincarnation saga full of high-stakes politics, unpredictable upgrades, dangerous romance, and a protagonist who buys first and asks questions later.

“If you knew, why are you still here?” She asked, curiously. “Because sometimes,” His eyes, as kind as they always were, bore into her, "I can choose to do something, not for my gain, but, simply,” he placed the cauldron down before her. “Because she asked me." His face remained pleasant She approached him, a huge smile covered her face, and she reached out to grab him into an embrace, he moved away. “No.” He shook his head, “No more of your lies, I didn’t do it for a lie.” He turned away, she let him. He had no more use to her. She listened as his footsteps slowly faded away, before turning back to the cauldron, a looming figure appeared behind it. “Was it worth it?” His smile, wider than the other man’s, filled with viciousness, not a speck of thoughtfulness to be seen. “Yes.” She gazed back at him, matching the look he pierced at her from his singular eye. “Nothing compares to the pain of it.” He chuckled, cackling echoing off the walls. “No one will believe you.” “You do.” She tilted her head, approaching the cauldron, where he was leaning on it. He made distance as she approached, almost fear in his eyes. “Oh, I know, I know.” She lifted the lid to the cauldron, her eyes narrowed, as she took out the things from her spacial ring. Things, so much blood had been spilled for. Red berries, iridescent vermillion, black, crumbling dirt that her cut the fingers that laid on them, a vial, viscous liquid, thread-like golden silk, a glowing sphere, some greenery. Then she knelt down, taking out a flame. Blue, it flickered in her palm, for a moment, all flames in the room bent towards it. She lit beneath the cauldron. “Is it worth it?” Asked the man, again, away from her, as the blue flame now lit the room, his chains were revealed, holding his feet from running too far. Not that he would. “Worth it?” Her eyes faded away for a moment, tilting her head, before gazing back at him, “to be strong, what isn’t worth it? Tell me.” 13+ recommended, but, to each their own

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “Tell you what, Richard? What would you have done?” “I don’t know. Apologized sooner? Bought you a burger to make up for it?” Her eyes lit up with fire, “You think what you did to me… you think a burger can make up for it?” her eyes twinkled like she was fighting tears. Did I hurt her that badly? I was just a foolish teenager. “Nita, I am sorry. I was young, I was stupid. I wish I could take it all back and tell you how I feel instead of being a constant jerk to gain your attention.” “How did you feel that would justify what you did to me?” I paused for a minute, finding the words. “I had a huge crush on you at the time. And I didn’t know how to express myself. I was full of myself, I was the school’s ladies' man and the one girl I had eyes for didn’t even care if I existed,”  “And that justified what you did to me? Richard, you broke me. I can forgive you for ‘accidentally’ spilling your ice cream on me, or throwing my due assignment in the toilet, or the gum in my hair, or the glue in my chair but tell me how can I forgive you for what you did that night? Tell me!” “What night? Nita, what are you talking about?” “Remember when you asked me if I knew who sexually assaulted me?” I nodded, but what does that have to do with anything?  The more we spoke, the more confused I became. “You did and I cannot believe that you would stand there and pretend like it didn’t happen!” Nita has spent years trying to forget the torment she endured at the hands of Richard. When her family’s financial ruin forces her into an arranged marriage, she is horrified to find out the groom himself was her bully. Richard, a charming and successful businessman meets the first woman to be repulsed by him. Intrigued, he proposes a deal of a one year marriage of convenience. Navigating life as a couple, old wounds reopen, buried memories surface. As Richard learns more about his wife, he finds that he has enemies that followed him from his past to continuously cloud his wife’s judgement. Will Nita believe the truth and bury old wounds or will the pain of the past prove too strong to heal?

Théodore n'était pas satisfait de simplement la regarder, il voulait la toucher. Il leva lentement sa main et s'approcha de la Princesse Adeline. Mais Adeline recula instinctivement et cria à nouveau : « Je t'ai déjà averti de ne pas refaire comme avant. Sinon je vais... » Instantanément, le visage joyeux de Théodore devint sombre. Ses yeux dorés étaient maintenant rouge sang et fixaient intensément les yeux d'Adeline. Il commençait à émettre une aura sombre autour de lui. Avant qu'Adeline ne puisse réagir, l'instant d'après, Théodore la plaqua sur le lit et se positionna au-dessus d'elle. Il immobilisa ses deux mains avec les siennes et murmura près de son oreille : « Sinon tu vas quoi ? Tu vas appeler tes servantes à nouveau ? » Théodore huma le doux parfum qu'Adeline dégageait et esquissa un sourire malicieux : « Oh ! Je veux que tu essaies. Je veux que tu essaies d'appeler tes servantes à nouveau. Mais ne sois pas choquée quand je scellerai tes lèvres juteuses avec les miennes. » Adeline n'avait jamais de sa vie imaginé voir ce côté de Théodore. Oui, elle savait qu'il était le Diable mais... [Synopsis du Livre 1] La Princesse Adeline est la plus jeune enfant du Roi Dragomir de Wyverndale. Elle est détestée par ses belles-mères car elle est née d'une concubine – la seule femme que le Roi ait jamais aimée. Et elle est enviée par ses demi-frères et demi-sœurs pour être adorée et aimée par le Roi. Aveuglée par la jalousie, la première Reine ordonne que la Princesse Adeline soit kidnappée et jetée dans la lointaine Grotte du Diable en guise d'offrande. Son destin était de mourir ce soir-là. Cependant, son destin fut réécrit par la créature même qui était censée la conduire à son lit de mort. Le Diable prit pitié de la Princesse et alla même jusqu'à partager son pouvoir démoniaque avec elle. Depuis ce jour, son destin fut lié au Prince Diabolique de l'Enfer – le Prince Théodore. Avec le temps, l'amour fleurit entre le fils de Dieu et la fille des humains. Ils sont follement amoureux et ne désirent rien d'autre que d'être ensemble pour toujours. Cependant, avec l'émergence de nombreux ennemis, d'autres anges déchus, de créatures surnaturelles, et même de Dieu lui-même, obtiendront-ils leur fin heureuse ? [Synopsis du Livre 2] **Alerte spoiler pour le Livre 1** Adeline et Théodore ont une magnifique fille – Ariel. Elle est la définition de la perfection car Dieu lui-même l'a créée sans aucun défaut. Dieu veut confier l'univers entier à sa petite-fille et se retirer de son devoir d'Être Suprême. Cependant, personne d'autre ne souhaite cet avenir pour Ariel. Ariel, quant à elle, ignore le plan de son grand-père pour elle. Elle est un esprit libre qui arbore toujours un large sourire. Et la seule chose qu'elle souhaite faire est de partir à l'aventure avec son ami d'enfance – Damien et ses cousins. Mais pourra-t-elle garder le sourire face à Dieu ? Pourra-t-elle maintenir son amitié avec Damien lorsqu'il découvrira une vérité déchirante – que Théodore était celui qui a tué son père ?

"Sur le lit." Mon nouveau maître, l'Alpha de Drogomor, ordonna. Je marchais vers le lit, nue, honteuse et remplie de larmes. J'étais sur le point de perdre ma virginité, mais cela ne signifiait rien pour l'homme qui allait me la prendre. *** Je suis Rosalie, 20 ans, vendue au plus terrifiant des alphas par mon propre père. "Tu n'es rien pour moi, juste une reproductrice." dit-il cruellement. J'avais depuis longtemps compris que mon amour pour lui était désespéré et idiot. Cependant, j'étais naïve de penser que c'était la fin de l'histoire. Une fois le bébé né, je serai mise à mort. *** Les gens pensaient que j'étais morte, mais j'ai survécu. "C'est toi !" Il saisit ma main, et ses yeux étaient remplis d'émotions que je ne pouvais comprendre. "Reviens à moi, Rosalie." "Désolée." Je le regardai calmement, "mais je pense que vous vous êtes trompé de personne."

La veille de leur mariage, son fiancé s'est enfui avec sa maîtresse. Par frustration, elle a attrapé l'homme debout devant le bureau des affaires civiles : "Président Mo, votre mariée n'est pas arrivée et mon fiancé s'est enfui... Puis-je vous proposer de nous marier ?" Avant le mariage, elle a dit : "Même si nous devions partager le même lit, il ne se passerait rien entre nous !" Après le mariage, il a dit : "Si nous n'essayons pas, comment saurions-nous ?"

"Votre lit est froid," dit une voix dans la pièce qui la fit écarquiller les yeux de peur. Nerveuse, elle se retourna, déglutissant doucement en voyant une ombre sur son lit, comme si quelqu'un s'y était allongé. L'homme qui s'était allongé s'assit, émergeant des ombres où il l'attendait. "Que fais-tu ici ?" demanda-t-elle alors que ses pieds touchaient le sol et qu'il se levait pour commencer à marcher vers elle. Ses traits séduisants paraissaient plus sombres que d'habitude en raison du manque de lumière dans la pièce. "Je suis venu te voir," il inclina la tête, "Où es-tu allée ?" "Je suis sortie me promener," répondit-elle rapidement, un mensonge qu'il devina immédiatement, ce qui lui fit sourire, un sourire qui lui faisait le plus peur. Elle fit un pas en arrière lorsqu'il s'approcha d'elle. Cela ne l'empêcha pas de la coincer, et son dos heurta le mur derrière elle. Il leva la main vers son visage, et elle ferma les yeux, effrayée. Elle frissonna quand ses doigts traînèrent de sa tempe jusqu'à sa mâchoire et son cou. Ses cheveux blonds étaient lâchés. "Au milieu de la nuit ?" elle ne répondit pas, sachant qu'il pouvait décrypter ses mensonges à travers ses mots. Il se rapprocha davantage, ce qui la fit détourner le visage de lui et ses mots vibrèrent sur la peau de son cou, "Es-tu allée le voir, ma douce fille ?"

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

Shen Yan lived a life of hardship—an orphan surviving off night shifts, betrayal, and broken promises. His inheritance was stolen. His childhood sweetheart sold him out. Beaten, humiliated, and left to bleed out in an alley while fireworks lit the sky, he died with only one thought: “What did I do to deserve this?” But death wasn’t the end. Shen Yan awakens in a world ruled by cultivation, where strength defines justice and the heavens dictate destiny. Yet once again... he is born talentless, abandoned by fate, and discarded by his sect. Until—on the brink of death for the second time—a mysterious system awakens. Heaven abandoned you. Fate cursed you. So become the Devil who will trample them both. Watch Shen Yan rise from the ashes—cold, calculating, and cruel—on a path paved with blood, betrayal, and vengeance. This time, he bows to no one. Not to sects. Not to fate. Not even to the heavens.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Neil Alaric never believed in fate—until a single smile from a girl he’d never met completely rewrote his story. Struggling through grief, pressure, and the weight of his past, Neil had buried himself in routine, emotionless days. Then he saw her. A girl in the park, smiling through her tears. That smile wasn’t meant for him, but it lit something within. That moment, fleeting yet powerful, pushed Neil to change his life. As their paths cross again and again, Neil finds himself drawn into a world far more vibrant and complex than he ever expected. But as secrets unfold and emotions deepen, Neil and the girl must confront their pasts, fears, and the choices that could pull them together—or tear them apart.

BURNED AS A TRAITOR. REBORN FOR REVENGE. I was the perfect noble wife... obedient, smiling, silent. Then my husband lit the pyre. My cousin wept before the crowd as flames devoured my silk gown. No one knew I carried Alaric's heir in my womb. That secret burned with me... until I opened my eyes months before it happened. I REMEMBER EVERYTHING. The betrayal. The lies. The child they stole from my future. They thought death would silence me. Instead, it freed me. Now I wear silk like armor and wield my smile like a blade. Every curtsy hides a dagger. Every laugh cuts deeper than screams. I'm dismantling their world one calculated move at a time... and they'll never see it coming. ENTER DUKE CAELAN VORENTHAL: THE WOLF OF THE NORTH. My husband's most dangerous rival. He watches me like he knows I didn't die in those flames. Like he's not afraid to dance with a woman made of fire and fury. He should be my enemy. But he's the only one who sees the storm brewing behind my courtly mask. The only one who doesn't flinch when I bare my teeth. THEY THINK I'M STILL THE GIRL THEY BURNED. THEY'RE ABOUT TO LEARN HOW WRONG THEY ARE. WHAT TO EXPECT: Reborn Noblewoman's Revenge (Second Chance/Time Loop) Political Intrigue & Hidden Bloodline Secrets Morally Grey Duke (Enemy to Obsession Romance) Court Schemes, Face-Slapping & Noble Destruction No Mercy. No Forgiveness. No Plot Armor. Updates: Daily A phoenix doesn't rise from ashes to forgive. It rises to burn everything down.

Se réveiller d'un coma était le moindre des soucis de Serena lorsqu'elle découvre qu'elle est mariée ! Elle ne se souvient pas de qui elle est. Ses parents complotent pour la tuer. Que fait une jeune femme dans une telle situation ? Elle piège son séduisant mari riche, évidemment ! Serena ne le laissera pas partir jusqu'à ce qu'elle découvre la vérité. Aiden Hawk s'est marié par convenance. Faisant l'objet de chantage par sa grand-mère, il a concocté le plan parfait. Épouser une femme à l'article de la mort et jouer le rôle de son amant endeuillé. Lorsqu'elle décéderait, il serait libre de faire ce qui lui plairait ! Mais à la surprise de tous, elle est revenue à la vie ! De plus, elle s'accroche à lui comme de la colle ! Leur mariage accidentel fonctionnera-t-il ou seront-ils séparés pour toujours ? *Crédits photo : Queenfrieza Extrait : Ses yeux s'écarquillèrent de choc lorsqu'il s'approcha pour verrouiller la porte de la chambre d'hôpital avec un clic. "Que fais-tu ?" demanda-t-elle d'une voix tremblante. Elle n'aimait pas l'expression sur son visage. Il haussa un sourcil et esquissa un sourire en coin. "Que penses-tu que je fasse ?" "Pourquoi... pourquoi as-tu verrouillé la porte ?" "Mon épouse... Tu t'es réveillée après si longtemps. Bien sûr, je dois passer un moment avec toi sans être dérangé..." Serena le regardait alors qu'il s'approchait d'elle, sa présence semblant remplir la pièce. Son cœur menaçait presque de sortir de sa poitrine... Elle voulait sauter du lit mais ses jambes étaient inertes et elle n'avait pas de force...

Betrayed. Burned alive. Left to ash. Aman was executed by his sect — tied to the sacred Flame Pillar and set ablaze under false charges. But the fire did not destroy him. It gave him something else. Now, with the Oathburn System carved into his soul, Aman doesn't kill his enemies. He makes them betray everything they swore to protect… and then he burns their broken oaths into power. He doesn't fight fair. He doesn't forget. This is not the story of a hero. This is the story of vengeance lit by lies. A dark cultivation novel with a villainous MC, oath-fueled power system, and psychological warfare.

Lee Wooyun had always been a fan of romance fantasy books and films, especially those set in historical times with kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, and the like. His friends were well aware of his obsession and recommended a book that had recently been making waves on social media. The book was titled My Charming Demon Lord. At first, Lee Wooyun was hesitant. Unlike the fantasies he usually read, which were often set in Western historical settings, this one was different. However, his friends assured him he would enjoy it. Not wanting to reject their gift, he decided to give it a try. That night, he found himself unable to put the book down, reading almost the entire thing in one sitting. "Those guys were right! It’s amazing! A Cinderella-like fairytale set in a murim/cultivation world? It’s too good!" He couldn't help but imagine how incredible it would be to take the female lead Han Seo-yoon’s place—starting from such a miserable beginning only to end up in the arms of the surprisingly sweet and gentle demon lord. I wish I could take her place. That night, as he drifted off to sleep, the book he had left open on his desk began to emit a golden glow. The pages flipped backward, returning to the very first chapter, and its contents began to change as well. The title My Charming Demon Lord pulsed with a piercing red light, and before Lee Wooyun could even react, his surroundings shifted. The next morning, instead of waking up wrapped in his expensive velvet duvet—the one he had spent hundreds of dollars on—he found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on a pile of hay and straw. His back ached horribly, like he had actually slept on a pile of hay and straw. "What in the world…?" he muttered, rubbing his sore muscles. "Where in the hell am I? And why does it smell like cow dung in here?!” *** This is the story of how a fantasy-genre enthusiast ended up inside one of the books he had wished for—without realizing just how dangerous that wish would be. "I guess it’s true what they say: Be careful what you wish for."

In the dark, decrepit city of Lornwood, where shadows danced with malevolent glee and whispers of the past lingered in the air like a foul stench, a young man named Alex woke up with a start. His heart raced as he frantically looked around the dimly lit room, trying to make sense of his surroundings. A strange sensation coursed through his veins, a cold chill that seemed to seep into his very soul. He felt like he was being watched, like unseen eyes followed his every move. The room itself felt alive, pulsating with a sinister energy that sent shivers down his spine. As Alex tried to collect his thoughts, a sudden voice echoed in his mind, chilling him to the core. "Welcome, Alex, to the Horror System.

A hundred years after the world fell into chaos and rebuilt itself from ash, every child awakens their elemental affinity at age eighteen—hopeful for a chance to rise as one of the Awakened. But Kael Draven awakens something no one has seen before... No talent. No path. No future. Or so they think. In truth, Kael inherits the final gift of a fallen god—the Flame God Legacy System, a power forged from the core of sixteen mythical flames and sealed away for an heir who would one day carry fire’s will. Bound to Pyra, a sarcastic Time Flame with secrets of her own, Kael begins his journey not with strength, but with the potential to command the flames that once shaped creation itself. But nothing comes free. As divine remnants stir, forgotten legacies resurface, and gods long thought dead begin to whisper from the void, Kael must face trials no mortal was meant to survive. With enemies hidden behind divine masks, and a past he knows nothing about, his only hope lies in forging his own path— A path lit by flame, tempered by loss, and carved in defiance of fate itself. — Only one flame can become the Origin. Only one legacy can burn forever.

Humanity has reached the peak of technology countless times over thousands of years. But in every era, a massive catastrophe has always managed to wipe out an entire civilization in an instant. This cycle keeps repeating—and no one knows when it will end. Cryverra is a civilization that was saved from this cycle by two individuals from the past. Isolated from the world, they lived in peace for 3,100 years, preserved by doctrines passed down from generation to generation. It all began in the year 1061—an era long before those 3,100 years—when a long-extinguished flame finally lit once again.

He rushed down the dimly lit hotel corridor, his breath quickening with every step. Sweat dripped from his brow. He pulled off his tie, tearing his shirt open in a frenzy. His steps were getting heavier. He was desperate to reach his room. Finally, he fumbled with the lock, heart racing, only to freeze at the sight before him. A woman in a striking red dress stood inside, a glinting knife in one hand and a wine glass in the other, her eyes fixed on him with a chilling smile. The air crackled with danger, and in that instant, he realized he might not be the one in control after all.

A millennium ago, Lian Zhen ruled court politics with wit sharper than any blade—until betrayal led to her live sealing inside a prism of enchanted crystal. The empire erased her name, celebrated her downfall, and moved on. Now the crystal has cracked. Dragged back to life by curious Prince Ren Feng, Lian awakens in a rain‑soaked ruin with her body half‑numb, her magic scorched—and a neon‑blue System window hovering in her vision. [PRISM‑404 HUD INITIALIZING]Mission: Secure the loyalty of your future killerReward: Anchor Points, Trait Upgrades, A chance to live Turns out her “second chance” comes with an audience: PRISM‑404, a data‑hungry AI that dishes out snark, combat buffs, and terrifying penalties. Each mission grants Anchor Points she can trade for powers like Veilstep and Crystal Court—but every upgrade edges her closer to a complete merge with the System…and possible loss of self. Task #1? Earn the trust of Ren Feng—the descendant of the prince who executed her family line. From storm‑lit palaces and cut‑throat merchant guilds to a cultivation academy hiding shard‑possessed rivals, Lian plays a high‑stakes game of face‑slapping politics, secret missions, and forbidden romance. But as fragments of a greater “Glintshard Protocol” surface, she learns her resurrection is part of a loop written into the empire’s very code—and she might be the glitch that can break it. Power comes at a price. Loyalty comes with knives. And the System is always watching.

In the world of Tychodioctes, the people live alongside the system. Some see it as a deity, others as a guide, and some rare few who see it as their closest friend. Rihanna grew up believing that the panel that helped her along was her closest friend and guide, showing her where her skills lay and easing the path forward with clarity. Now she embarks on the start of her own journey, her goal? To be the best Crafter the world has ever seen. She may stumble, trip, and fall, but she will always stand back up and keep walking forward. She will suffer tragedy and grief, but she will also experience the most profound wonders of the world and happiness beyond anything else. What will she accomplish?

Angel, a bright and cheerful 15-year-old, with a sparkle in her eye and a heart full of love. Adopted by Gabriel James, a devoted and kind-hearted mechanical engineer, when she was just four years old, Angel had grown into a kind and curious teenager, always eager to learn and explore the world around her. With a quick wit and infectious smile, Angel lit up the lives of those around her, especially her doting father, Gabriel. Gabriel, now in his late 30s, had found a sense of completeness with Angel by his side. As a single father, he was fiercely protective and loving, often going out of his way to make Angel happy. Little did Angel know, her life was about to take a significant turn from sweet to sour in a blink of an eye with her father's new relationship and high school. Dive into Angel's life and follow her story to see how her struggle leads her to love and the development of new relationships.

When Sunlight Meets Silence Ethan - a gentle, sun-kissed soul with a smile that could warm the coldest day - lived in a world shadowed by loneliness. His heart, tender and hopeful, had never truly known what love felt like... until someone stepped into his life and lit it up like morning rays breaking through a long, endless night. And when Ethan fell, he fell completely - like a flower drawn to light. Simon - a poised and graceful professor, wrapped in quiet solitude and elegant coldness - believed his life belonged to structure and silence. Love was never something he sought, nor something he thought would find him. But all that changed the moment he met someone warm like the sun. Suddenly, his once-ordinary days began to bloom with unexpected color, like petals opening to the first touch of spring. Together, they were like night meeting dawn - two hearts awakening in each other's light. A love story blooming against all odds. Let it blossom... A Love Between Stars and Snow Simon: "I don't love the stars, I don't love the moon, I only love a little fool." Ethan: "Your eyes are the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen in my life, like an aurora shining in the night." Simon: "I swear I knew... the moment I held onto you- your love is what I can't refuse." A story where a cold, possessive top falls deeply for a clingy, soft-hearted little bunny, told in the delicate perspective of both hearts- his sharp silence and his sunshine warmth, his guarded love and his open longing. They love differently, but they love deeply. Let their hearts speak in both voices.